“We killed 23,884 Turks without counting those whom we burned in homes or the Turks whose heads were cut by our soldiers. I have killed peasants, men and women, old and young!”
‘Revolution, Chews, the Order of Dracul, Kelpians and Rosicrucians’ By Gregory V. Boulware, Esq., The Elder
“Sometimes, we would use the entranceway off ‘Bells Mill Road’ into the parking area from Henry Ave. / Ridge Pike in Roxborough or from Chestnut Hill via Germantown Avenue. The fresh water stream was always a pleasure to splash around in or a simple wade in the beautiful cool water would be sufficient.” https://nomoreroominhellwhen.blogspot.com/ Thursday, May 29, 2014
Rosicrucianism is a philosophical secret society said to have been founded in late medieval Germany by Christian Rosenkreuz. It holds a doctrine or theology “built on esoteric truths of the ancient past”, which “concealed from the average man, provide insight into nature, the physical universe and the spiritual realm.” Rosicrucianism is symbolized by the Rosy Cross or Rose Cross. https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/bloodlust/ April 27, 2016
What began as a summer retreat, to a colonial landmark, became the site of a viciously nasty war, “The Battle of Germantown.’ Many have wondered if this was an accident in history. When I went to the public library, the records were partly vague. I’ve discovered that hermits tend not to keep copious records if any at all. I’ve successfully been able to dig up third and second hand accounts coupled with a few generations of opaque comments and opinions on the legend by nearby residents and family members. Kelpius was reportedly born in or about 1667 in Europe. His home town is currently known as ‘Sighisoara, Romania’ – where religious infighting fueled a protestant reformation. It was a devastating rift in European civilization. “We killed 23,884 Turks without counting those whom we burned in homes or the Turks whose heads were cut by our soldiers. I have killed peasants, men and women, old and young.” Dracul’s eldest son and heir, was blinded and buried alive at Târgovi. ‘Vlad Teppes’ victories offer some of the Moorish Villages allowance for momentary relaxation and other physical and mind resting indulgences. A descendent of ‘Attila the Hun,’ Vlad Teppes lost his humanity to false rumors and self-destruction. Vlad held many women in his arms and teeth. His blood lust was only surpassed by the lust within his loins. https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/10399789-bloodlust April 28, 2016
~ ‘The Brotherhood’ ~
Chaunea and I took a near drunken walk down Broadway… “We knew we were all doomed…all of us who knew.” The door slammed against the papered wall as the fasteners within the wood splintered away from the wall that made every effort to hold. The abrupt action allowed the ingress of the horde to descend upon them, subduing them and separating them…forever. The sexual fluids dripped all over the satin sheets as the ruffians ripped and pulled them apart. The burley men lifted the terrified Anne right up in a partially wrapped bed sheet, throwing her unclothed, down the stairs into the waiting arms of more darkly clad ruffians. The kidnapping of Annie Crook was intent to capture her and Baby Alice. The marriage and the baby posed a direct threat to the bloodline of Queen Victoria. https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/10399790-the-brotherhood April 28, 2016
Before William Penn and the Mayflower, the Native Americans lived on the land now known as the United States of America. Here in the northwest, the Philadelphia-Germantown area is where the Quakers settled to farm and establish businesses. They were mostly of German descent, hence the name Germantown. “This “College of Invisibles,” the idea of such an order, exemplified by the network of astronomers, professors, mathematicians, and natural philosophers in 16th-century Europe promoted by such men as Johannes Kepler, Georg Joachim Rheticus, John Dee and Tycho Brahe, gave rise to the Invisible College. This was the precursor to the Royal Society founded in 1660.” http://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profiles/blogs/bloodlust May 1, 2016
“I was there when Captain Willis Samuel and National Forestry Service Ranger Commander Gerald Glenn confronted and eradicated the monster beast in the park. I didn’t like Glenn very much, although I admired him. He was damn good at what he did. It was his woman that I liked…loved and wanted.” http://hbcu.com/content/350316/bloodlust August 26th 2019
Someone Asked… Who Writes Like This? Who Reads This Stuff? Why Should You Read Boulware’s Written Postings and Published Contributions? How Many Readers Read Gregory’s Written Contributions? The Answer – “More Than You’d Might Imagine!” We Encourage Doubters To Do The Math!
~ ‘The Heart and Soul of An Autocrat’ or ‘Plight of The Obsolete Man’ ~
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~ ‘The Heart and Soul of An Autocrat’ or ‘Plight of The Obsolete Man’ ~
Seniors seeking Training and Work!? “Beware The Pat On The Back, It Just Might Hold You Back!” Imagine being…no longer trapped within the ignorance of the “Great Digital Divide,” being a senior who no longer felt obsolete! Imagine a network that catered to seniors, and seniors only! The pleasure that I’ve felt when those frowns were turned upside down…it pleased me very much in knowing that I was there, ready and able to help them; servicing their needs and supplying them with the exposure and technical ties that bind them to the Internet, like so many others…I was there for them when they needed me! “Beware The Slap On The Back, It might Hold You Back!”
“In light of the events that have, I think, brought pride, belief, and hope back into the life-line of the American Populace; I was reminded of some text that was shared among a few of my colleagues while studying at the Berean Institute. The author was unknown. I have attempted to locate this person who wrote a profound passage that has and shall remain engrained in my mind and I think in the minds of a few others as well.”
The following passage(s) resonates with many people; men (and women) of color, identification within this text:
“BEING BLACK IN CORPORATE AMERICA” They take my kindness for weakness They take my silence for speechless They consider my uniqueness strange
Autocrat: an absolute ruler, especially a monarch who holds and exercises the powers of government as by inherent right, not subject to restrictions. a person invested with or claiming to exercise absolute authority. a person who behaves in an authoritarian manner; a domineering person.
“My Way or The Highway!”
Ego Maniac: someone who displays egomania, a tendency to refer to oneself excessively and boastfully: Academic research appears to be a rat race of high-strung egomaniacs fighting over grant money, recognition, and their scientific legacies. someone who displays excessive selfishness and self-centeredness: Many have claimed that social media will turn us all into narcissists, egomaniacs, and internet addicts.
Obsolete: no longer in general use; fallen into disuse: an obsolete expression. of a discarded or outmoded type; out of date: an obsolete battleship. (of a linguistic form) no longer in use, especially, out of use for at least the past century. Compare archaic. effaced by wearing down or away. Biology. imperfectly developed or rudimentary in comparison with the corresponding character in other individuals, as of a different s*x or of a related species. verb (used with object), ob·so·let·ed, ob·so·let·ing. to make obsolete by replacing with something newer or better; antiquate: Automation has obsoleted many factory workers.
Senior: Elder… older or elder (designating the older of two men bearing the same name, as a father whose son is named after him, often written as Sr. or sr. following the name): I’d like to speak with the senior Mr. Hansen, please. of earlier appointment or admission, as to an office, status, or rank: a senior partner. of higher or the highest rank or standing. (in American schools, colleges, and universities) of or relating to students in their final year or to their class. a person who is older than another. a person of higher rank or standing than another, especially by virtue of longer service.
“To Be Respected, Treated With Dignity and Respect!”
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A few weeks ago while waiting to catch a train for home, I met an interesting man. We were both awaiting the train to similar destinations. Unbeknownst to me, we were both headed for the same departure stop. The on-time train was missed and we had to wait another hour for the next. We shared a bench and had not spoken. While glancing back and forth, observing the goings on of the busy platform, we eventually made eye contact. We acknowledged with a nod and smile.
“Damn shame, I’ve missed my train and have to wait an hour or more for the next one,” I said.
He responded with, “I know what you mean, I’m waiting for a missed train as well.” The man then made it clear that we were both waiting for the same train to the ‘Fox Chase Station.’
We shared small talk for awhile, and decided to go for a beer while we awaited the train. There was a little deli not far from were we were standing. It was right atop the escalator stairway. Not far from lunch and to close to supper, a refreshing class of beer was very much welcomed. Our names were not exchanged. Albeit, we did note our being neighbors, residing not far from one another by a few blocks.
Then we began talking of life in general…especially our working life. I told him about my experiences in the transportation industry, he told me of his in the business administrative profession…and what a doozy of a tale. He told me of heart ache, disappointment, distrust, vile discord, evil intent, betrayal, and “the knife in the back syndrome.” Oh what a story he told. It was way more interesting than the one I’d thought to share.
“Man, you know, I really don’t know where to begin. After retirement from an insurance company, and way before that, a multiple array of jobs right out of high school, I discovered life after retirement. It most certainly sucks! Not only was there not enough money, I didn’t have a damned thing to do. Oh, being off and not having pressure like we do when we are working was simply, bliss. After a few months, it sunk in…I don’t have enough money. What do I do? I’ve found things to do, but that ran out the door, chased by boredom. Many of the guys I’d hung out with were retired and just hanging around, moved away, dead, or simply, not around anymore. Besides, it was a boring and wasteful past-time. Surfing the ‘Net,’ seeking something that would grab my attention, I stumbled upon a network that catered to seniors, and seniors only! Seniors over fifty-five! I needed to know more. I researched and researched. When I found the data that I’d been seeking, I knew that I had an opportunity to return to work…work that I wanted to do! Filing an application and being accepted, I was on my way to a new found beginning.
On the first day, I simply observed the operation and its people. The next day, I entered with the familiar phrase, “Hit The Ground Running!”
I took charge of the outer office area. There was no personal desk for me at that time, I had usage of six separate PC’s and the desks of which they sat. I was doing okay. The clients, all seniors seeking training and work, came in to utilize that technical equipment for contact and job searching. Many had no technical skills while many also lacked formal education. That’s where I came in. I was their ‘knight in shining armor, their gateway to the “World Wide Web!”‘
One of the program requirements for participation of persons in the program is having a resume and cover letter. Fortunately, I had the very skills and expertise they needed in order for them (those without access or the ability to have and submit resumes and cover letters) to function and remain compliant to and for continuation of the protocols within the program. Many souls have entered these doors with nothing except a frown upon their faces. Mostly from, confusion and or frustration. Ignorance was abound in many of the participants. The lack of education hindered many applicants from effectively filing the electronic paperwork on their own. I completely understood their fears and deficiencies. The pleasure that I’ve felt when those frowns were turned upside down…it pleased me very much in knowing that I was there, ready and able to help them; servicing their needs and supplying them with the exposure and technical ties that bind them to the Internet, like so many others…being in the loop. When they saw their name(s) on the monitor, they all failed to contain their excitement. Knowing that they were seen and recognized in cyber land was more attention than they have experienced in quite awhile. They loved the fact that they were no longer trapped within the ignorance of the “Great Digital Divide!” They felt like they belonged. They were made to feel happy knowing that they could apply and submit applications to employment and the various jobs that presented themselves. I was very happy in the fact that I was there for them when they needed me. No one else gave them the time or attention required to make them feel like they were not among the class of the “Obsolete.” Once the application process were completed, many felt, and found themselves with the ability, on their own in surfing the Web to find and register for “Online” classes and employment application submission(s). There was pride and fulfillment in the air.
Then the ‘Pandemic’ happened.
Pre-Pandemic: the office was a bustling site to behold. All of the offices were filled to capacity. Ten offices were utilized on a daily basis. People were constantly in and out of the area. There was not a day that wasn’t busy. I worked directly with and for the ‘Program Director.’ He and I hit it off on the very first day of my participation in the organization. We found that we had a great deal in common. Albeit, I was several years older than he, we were on the same track. We also discovered that we were from the same neighborhood in our youth. That began the binding tie to our profound relationship.
My reputation as a “doo-er” seemed to get around. The reason I can say that is because someone approached me with a comment on my presence. The comment was of a positive nature, it made me smile. I smiled to myself more, inwardly. The person speaking to me could only see the half-smile that suppressed all that was being felt. That information was mine, personal. The suppressed half-smile was an acknowledgment of the appreciated statement. I was making a whole-hearted attempt in not showing that “pat on the back syndrome” while displaying appreciation. Even the top echelon of the branch has made an effort to let me know how well I was liked around the office. “Everybody Likes You!” He/She stated. That was a statement shared with and to the department head. This was what was said when the hint of confrontation became a scent upon the air.
When the order came in to evacuate all offices and work areas, the team scrambled and managed to re-organize or re-structure the training programs to the Internet…”Virtual Reality.” With input from all sources, we were very successful. We managed to teach and connect many, if not all, of our participants on how to connect to the Net via their cell-phones, tablets, and PC’s. It was very tough in the beginning…but before it was all over, we had connected with each and every one throughout the Network. They have, if not all of them, became masters at this craft, a new skillset. We all discovered a new way of teaching and learning. Man, I lived, ate, and slept that operation…my dedication to what I was doing for those people kept me excited and going for all of the two years of my contribution. In the third year, I was promoted to the position of Assistant Program Director with a bit more access to data that I wasn’t allowed previously. I believed that all was great and would remain so for at least another year or two. Then I remembered something that I mentally practiced and preached to my sons, young relatives, and acquaintances; “Beware The Slap On The Back, It might Hold You Back!” I usually try to maintain my convictions and be leery of promotions and such. “When You Move Up, Be Prepared To Move Out!” In other words, the job ain’t yours if you don’t own it! They, Management and whomever has jurisdiction over the staff, can remove you whenever they please. “Hired At Will!” “One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show!” In my case, happy to have obtained this particular position; I’ve forgotten my own words of advice and fell into the lake of forgetfulness. I was lured to sleep in thinking that I could remain and do the things in that position; as a senior who did not feel obsolete; not only gave me a sense of contentment and security, but assured my place of service to the people. I was awakened with the punch of reality when I was suddenly asked to resign. If I didn’t, I’d be fired.
Needless to say, I was dumbfounded! Albeit, surprised as I was, I shouldn’t have been. All my working life, this has most always been the end result, after one has been used til ones usefulness has run its course. I liked that job, that position. I hadn’t planned on another. I thought, once again, this is it…the one. The final job, the dream job. And once again, at this late age, this stage in life, taken away. The dream, the poverty-free state-of-mind, gone.”
While I continued listening to this man, I couldn’t help wondering, why they hired him in the first place? If they were going to do this, why didn’t they seek to hire someone younger and outside of the program. Why take on a senior and commit such a deed, an act of ostracizing him? I gazed at my watch, checking on the time for our trains’ arrival. When I looked at the man, I noticed him staring out into space with the look of dismay and weariness upon his face.
“On what grounds were they exercising this demand, what was it they’ve based this decision? Why do you think they wanted you gone? Did they give you a specific reason for this firing? How about the guy that signed you up? Did he not intervene in the decision? Was he not in on the discussion? What did he have to say about what has transpired?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you my friend, what I’ve experienced and think.” He too took a look at his watch. He then compared the time to his cell phone. I watched as he reached into his briefcase and bring out the train schedule. “I’ve had a run-in with the person that I’m, formerly, supposed to report. This person is the so-called supervisor as well as a couple of other titles in this local government agency. When I was recruited into this specific service branch as a bona fide staff member and teammate…there was some sort of dispute between the guy who signed me up and the person who performed the formal interview and paperwork process. The argument was over to whom I was to work. It was originally thought and perceived that I would be working with and for the program director, my initial contact person. That was the original plan before I was to be assigned. He and I worked on several projects and expected to continue, as we had in the past. It was originally understood that I’d provide services to all branches of the office staff and participants, as well. This is the work that I’d been doing all along. And I had no problems circumventing these duties, responsibilities, and more. Suddenly, I was to be working and reporting exclusively to and for this person instead of what I was currently doing. This person proposed and assignment that He/she perceived that I would refuse, because it involved the separation of another ex-employee. I reached out and discussed the situation with the guy that I trusted and believed in, the man who originally processed and recruited me. It became apparent that this form of thinking was frowned upon!”
It was getting close to the arrival time of our train. We both looked the time and started to make ready for our departure from the refreshment bar. The man addressed the questions that I’d posed in a very quick manner.
“After all the bull was set, and It was determined that the person who ran the office had jurisdiction over this situation. I was to report to this person for duty assignments and everything else. I explained, when asked, about why I’d not performed the assignment to which I was given, confronting the ex-employee about work-property submission. I explained that the assignment would be fulfilled and that I’d shared the thought of the assignment with the director and requested input and advice. That thought drew a disciplinary action from the so-called supervisor. He/She filed the complaint as insubordination, to which I was not guilty. The assignment had been fulfilled. But that did not stop the person from filing the affidavit at all. My explanation and the right to question and or think independently did not sit well with this individual. It was discovered that I was not a “Yes Man nor an Ass Kisser!” It seemed (to me) that this type of person was and would not be tolerated. One, apparently, was “Not To Question Why – It’s Do Or Die!” Damn, was I in the military service? Was this ‘George Orwell’s “1984?'”
At that point, the business relationship went sour. It was determined that I would be a hinderance to his/her way of doing things. It became possible that steps would be taken to remove anyone who did not comply or do things without question. This person would have to be removed. My friend, the guy who palled around with me, ate lunch together, shared laughter together, family stories together, walked and talked together, traded and shared advice and many a friendly conversation with…did and said nothing. We don’t even speak after work hours any longer…no calls from him at all.
I was left alone.
So much for friendship…so much for loyalty and belief. So much for trust.
“You know, it wasn’t so much of losing the job and the benefits (not health and welfare) of the job, it was the comradery that I really enjoyed. What hurt me more than losing the job, was being denied the right and privilege of returning to the program for senior employment and training. I was dejected and made to feel as though I killed somebody’s momma, a criminal; not allowed to enter my office, let alone the building. They said that I had to make contact with a designated individual of the human resources department in order to retrieve my personal items…I was not allowed on the premises! The staff person of the human rights department, the contact, shared with me the fact and views of personnel, many who where aware of this situation, did not like it; the way in which I was treated. I was also being investigated by various investigative employment personnel agencies by the legal department; after the fact – this stuff was supposed to be done prior to employment, I thought. What in ‘God’s name have I done to warrant such treatment? I was flat out denied re-enrollment back into the program, period! What does losing the administrative staff position have to do with my re-entry into a government funded agency designed to assist seniors in their time of need? How does an agency, a government funded agency who purportedly exists for the employment, health and welfare needs of seniors, turn its back, deny a senior the help and support requested and or desired; to support seniors, not turn it’s back on seniors? Do you think they would have offered me a severance agreement if they didn’t think I had a legal case? Oh yeah, an offer was made along with the threat of being fired. Two weeks pay and the promise not to besmirch my record and name if I promise not to sue. With the pressures and thoughts of being broke and disillusioned, I was destitute, anxious, and scared at the prospect of once, again, finding myself falling right back into poverty…yeah, I signed the damned thing out of fear and duress! The document states that I was not. Oh how I beg to differ… I was definitely under duress! I guess, the proposal of offering a severance agreement would serve in their best interest…or to fool me, appease me, to make me feel better and not file a lawsuit. Did they think I had a valid case against them? I wonder. I am not the only senior to have been rejected and/or mistreated by this agency. I know. I used to work there.
Maybe something bad will happen to them in their life, experiencing the pain they have caused me, maybe they will become obsolete…how they in turn would feel if it happened to them once and or if they become senior citizens? …Shouldn’t think such things. ‘The Most High’ will handle this.
Time to go mate, trains coming.”
And with that, we gathered our things, our walking canes, and headed out the door, carefully down the escalator stairs onto the boarding platform.
We didn’t share the ride home. He sat in one car, while I sat in another when we shook hands, waved, and said so-long to one another. I wished him well as I took to locating my seat. I thought to myself, what makes an individual do the things of detriment and wickedness to another for no real reason…why hinder anyone, (especially seniors), as opposed to helping; made to feel useless, un-needed, un-wanted? I wondered how and what they, the management in this particular story, would do should they find themselves in the same boat in which they have created for needy seniors, and of course, this poor man?
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Acknowledgments/Credits:
“LEGAL EMPLOYMENT DISCRIMINATION” “American workers of all races, colors, creeds, ages, and religions have bent over backwards to stay abreast of the changes in the work force.” http://legalemploymentdiscrimination.blogs…
“Another Report on AGE DISCRIMINATION” “Are you over the age of Fifty (50)? Have you been searching for work, a job, credit, a home, a car, and recognition? If you have experienced the symptomatic discrimination and/or separation from the job market, credit allocation, and or many other things that have suddenly become allusive, you are a subject of Age Discrimination.” http://anotherreportonagediscrimination.bl…
“The Victory Dance for the Over Fifty Plus” I’ve written about Age and Employment Discrimination in the past. A friend of mine, Jacqueline King supplied the cigar with the news for the victory dance while The EEOC supplied the cake. http://victorydanceoverfifty.blogspot.com/
“The Un-Obscure” “Albeit, the prediction, the prophesized, the anticipated time has come to pass, I wonder how many will now clutch their handbags when I walk into an elevator; when I stand or sit beside them?” http://theunobscure.blogspot.com/
“Economic Blues – The Beat Goes On” “The American populace is suffering in the worst financial crisis since the “Great Depression.” It’s simply amazing how someone or some entity is constantly trying to sell you and me something. It doesn’t matter if it’s a service or a product; they want us to buy it. Do they care if you and me have no money?” http://economicbluesthebeatgoeson.blogspot…
~”The Unretirement Rate of Retirees In America”~ “Higher rent, higher food prices and longer lifespans often lead to financial challenges for many Americans, leading to post-retirement job searches. More people have returned to work after retirement, with a steady uptick happening over the last few months!” NBC’s Digital Report on “Money is Running Out’: Financial Stress Drives Retirees Back To Work” By Jean Lee, NBC Universal https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/money… “The Unretirement Rate of Retirees In America” By Gregory V. Boulware “His body started to suffer the consequences of years on the road, and he began to worry that the continuous back pain and aches would worsen.” http://hbcu.com/content/376865/the-unretir… http://hbcu.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=3…
“Higher rent, higher food prices and longer lifespans often lead to financial challenges for many Americans, leading to post-retirement job searches. More people have returned to work after retirement, with a steady uptick happening over the last few months!”
“Good morning Ms. Lee. Were you able to get in contact with Mr Boulware?”
“Thanks so much, John! I was able to get in contact with Mr. Boulware, who was extraordinary!” Jean, NBC Universal / Digital
(The Story…with a bit of hyperbole…and a little feedback too).
After more than a decade in retirement, Gregory Boulware went back to work in 2020.
Boulware, 69, was a truck driver for about 30 years, spending long hours on the road, away from his Pennsylvania home and his wife and kids, to make a living and put away some savings. His body started to suffer the consequences of years on the road, and he began to worry that the continuous back pain and aches would worsen. So he went back to school and got his associate’s degree in management and information technology in 2007 but could only find temporary work. He retired in 2008.
(I’ve spent more than thirty years, as a straight truck operator, tractor trailer operator, and bus driver; Earned an ‘Associate Degree in Specialized Business and Computer Science in 2004; My Trucking Routes were New York, New Jersey, Delaware, and Pennsylvania).
In retirement, he started writing books, “which make no money,” he said with a laugh, but he had retirement savings, started collecting Social Security at 59, and had a plan. But then he and his wife bought a house.
(This retirement occurred in 2003, from The Transportation Industry; began writing in 2007, with my first publication via “Ezine Articles”).
Image: Greg Boulware (studying at “The Berean College of Business Sciences and Technology in Philadelphia PA 2003) Greg Boulware, Courtesy Greg Boulware
“When we lived in an apartment, we were doing fine because we could easily afford it, but every year the rent would go up,” Boulware said. “I woke up one day and said, ‘You know, these people can tell us to leave, and the next hour, we would have nowhere to go.'”
(The apartment life occurred after the “Empty Nest Syndrome,” when our children became adults and left home…downsizing was the plan).
The (new) house bought with their life’s savings led to fear of losing the house, every mortgage payment a challenge, sometimes pulling from other expenses such as food and gas to make ends meet. Boulware decided he needed to go back to work. He enrolled in a job training program for low-income adults through the Senior Community Service Employment Program (SCSEP), a community service and work based training program for older workers authorized by the Older Americans Act, and was hired last month into a clerical job…”Assistant Program Director!”
“Assistant Program Director,” working with Mr. John Gonzalez, who is the “Program Director” for SCSEP/MCOA: “Senior Community Service Employment Program” via Philadelphia’s Division of “The Mayor’s Commission On Aging.”
“Retirement doesn’t mean what it used to,” said Nora Dowd Eisenhower, Executive Director at the Philadelphia Mayor’s Commission on Aging.
“Good afternoon. In the process of doing Family research I came across your name and blog.
My 5th Great-GrandMother is Mariah Boulware. Her Daughter ‘Rose’ Boulware (a ‘Black Seminole Indian’) is my 4th Great Grand-Mother and they are originally from Florida. ‘Rose’ moved to ‘Winnsboro, SC,’ met and married Jim Bagley. They went on to have 12 children and 81 Grandchildren. Their Son ‘George’ Bagley fathered Osborne, who fathered Pete (all born in Winnsboro) who fathered ‘Pearle’ Mae James (born in Durham,NC), who is my Grandmother. My father is Joseph James (of Brooklyn NY) and my name is James Joseph Meagher, born in Brooklyn, raised there and NJ and been living in NC for almost 8 years.
We still have a lot of Family in Winnsboro, ‘Boulware’s and Bagley’s. By the way, ‘Muskogean’ was a language spoken by “Seminoles.”
Enjoy your day and let me know if any of this information is helpful and relevant to your research. I’m pretty sure we are Blood Relatives.”
James J. Meagher
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Thank You For Reaching Out To Me, Cousin:
Your research has indeed proven to be very helpful in my research. It is very pleasing to know how families criss-cross the globe inspite of ‘dis-beliefs’ and ‘beliefs’ alike. Mankind truly does share in the “Life-Blood of Humanity!
“BOULWARE was a French locational name meaning ‘one who came from ‘BOULOIS’ (birch-tree) the dweller near where Birch Trees grew; or near the weir or dam where bullocks were kept.” http://hbcu.com/content/360999/leadership-…
“My Great-Grandfather’s name was ‘Robert (Pundy) Boulware.’ His father before him, I didn’t/don’t know… My Grandfather after him; a Naval Veteran; was ‘Ernest (Buster) Boulware.’ The missing link was the knowledge of my birth father; a veteran Army Sargent; a man named John Wilson or Williams (unknown for sure)…I was raised to by my surrogate father, ‘Creed Junior McCoy. He was the father of my brothers, Creed Russell, Steven, and Derrick. And then there is Me, the eldest of my mother’s children, Rosa M. Boulware; ‘Gregory Vernon Boulware.'” https://independent.academia.edu/GregoryVB…
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…Partial Data On ‘The Upcoming/Work-In-Progress’ Book… ‘Boulware – Butler’ “A Two-Blood Family Lineage” By Gregory V. Boulware, Esq., ‘The Elder’
The conversation began at ‘Sister’s house.’ It was the day we buried ‘Aunt Jessie-Lee.’ The service was a good one, not fancy or overdramatized as some that I’ve witnessed. Aunt Jess was laid to rest while many of the family gathered in the ‘Going-Home Services’; those in attendance where the remaining Philadelphia chapter of ‘Boulware’s and Butler’s.’
After the church service and repast ended, some of the young men-folk and me went out for beer and other liquid refreshments. Upon our return, all who remained comfortably seated themselves in the semi-circle of folding chairs. The conversation began when the photos were passed around.
My Grandmother beamed when I came across her teen-age picture. She was gorgeous. It was said that she was approximately sixteen years old in that particular image. My mother showed a bit of pride as well. She like her cousins, “The Original Butt-Sisters,” were what is considered lookers. The boys, I hear, were a constant source of “Hound-Dogs.” Mom didn’t utter a word. Her eyes smiled from behind her brown-rimmed plastic eyewear. Her lips at the corners, turned upward ever so slightly.
Everyone in the room reveled in the photographic history as it presented itself in those pictures. Geneva spoke of a family of Boulwares’ in Winston, S.C. I asked about ‘Ma-Sweet’ and ‘Buster’s’ trek from South Carolina. The Tsunami came in with a thunderous arrival of family origins. It came to light that the Butlers and Boulwares came from the same state and town. In fact they all hung out and went to the same church and school together. My Grandfather, Ernest ‘Buster’ Boulware, apparently dated and married my Grandmother, ‘Irene Gertrud Butler’ while her brother, George ‘Uncle Kutch’ Butler, dated and married my Grandfather’s sister, Jessie-Lee “Aunt Jessa-Lee” Boulware. Ernest and Jessie-Lee were Boulwares’ and Irene and George were Butlers.
When I came across a photo from the box of many photos, of my Grandfather at the age of approximately six or seven; he appeared to be having a pretty good time playing as many kids do. He was running around the single home and parked cars. I asked my Mother about the picture. She told me that it was taken at or about the time when ‘Ma-Sweet’ sent him up north to Pittsburgh, PA. No one could tell me why my Grandfather was sent up north from Winnsboro, South Carolina.
I was overly curious to know if my Grandfather was raised in Pittsburgh, how and why did he return to the south to meet, date, and marry my Grandmother? I wasn’t successful in retrieving an explanation.
The familiar picture of ‘Momma-Kitty’ surfaced amongst the group. It seemed that everyone knew about that particular photograph. I remember seeing it for the first time in the pleasant surroundings of my cousin ‘Geraldine’s’ finished basement of her Washington Lane Home in West Oak Lane. It was a big blow-up, full-scale presentation of the museum portrait size variety. She was a handsome dark-complected, non-bonnet wearing, and semi-smiling Black Lady posing for a picture while standing in front of a very large white or crème colored spoke wagon wheel. It leaned against a reddish colored barn with two very large white-trimmed barn doors. One of the barn doors was in the open position. The interior of the farm-like structure was un-viewable. She stood with a special grace, a confidence of grandeur. She seemed to have an aura of peace and pride about her. It has been around the family that she was a ‘Mid-Wife’ who berthed (or at least assisted in the birthing process) many of my family members during their life in the south.
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In the beginning, to the best of my knowledge…my ‘Great-Great Grandmother, Momma Kitty, Pundy’s Mother, died when she was hit by a car in 1953; according to my Mother’s recollection. She also spoke of another Great-Great Grandmother who hailed from the Butler side of the clan. She was known as “Bertha ‘Momma-Bertha’ Butler.” I have never seen a photograph of her. There was hardly any mention of her sailing through my ear canals as had Momma Kitty, while growing up between the two sides of the family.
And then there was…”Robert ‘Pundy’ Boulware” who took “Rosell ‘Ma-Sweet’ Johnson” for his bride. They are the parents of “Ernest ‘Buster’ Boulware. Pundy was my Great-Grandfather and Ma-Sweet, was my Great-Grandmother; Buster my Grandfather.
David Butler took Alberta Williams as his bride. They are the parents of my Grandmother, “Irene ‘Gertrude’ Butler.” I’ve never known my Great-Grandparents on my Grandmother’s side of the family, while having had that privilege with my Great-Grandparents on the Boulware side.
My Mother, Rose, bore me out of wedlock. Oh yes, I am a bastard son. The son of “Rosa ‘Marie’ or ‘Rosa-mae’ Boulware,” biologically fathered by ‘John Nicholls or Nicholas,’ whose father was a Baptist Minister. John, although my biological father, according to my mother; was not my father. This man, as I’m to understand, had another family with daughters; who would be my sisters, had I known them. My Mother met John while he was serving in the United States Military. They met through one of my Mother’s cousins in 1951. I once had a photo of him in his Army Uniform. He posed for the photo with the left foot propped upon the front bumper of an Army Jeep. That photo was lost during my late teens due to a run-in with “Philly’s finest in blue.” Creed Junior McCoy was my father. He was the only man that I knew to be such. I did not know that he was my step-father. That knowledge came to me at the age of sixteen. I’d encountered a run-in with “John-Law” and the presiding judge at ‘The Juvenile-Family Court’ on Vine Street. He was the one who spilled the beans. I thought I was a McCoy up until then. I was a bit shocked but something told me awhile back of its’ validity. I’d suspected that I was a bit different than my brothers; not only in skin hues and facial definitions but our ideologies differed, greatly…especially as we grew older.
I can recall the many times when family from Baltimore came up to Philly. We were all so very glad to see them. My brothers and I were extremely ecstatic. The group sometimes would consist of Aunt Pauly, Aunt Jimmie, Sissy, Bert, Geneva and Teddy, and sometimes David. Sissy, Bert, and David were the coolest of the lot. Geneva and Teddy always made their claim to fame – the ‘bourgeoise’ of the family – the “Hoi Polloi.” They smiled and profiled and chose the lightest complected of the four siblings as their choice of pets. They chose my brothers Russell and Stevie. Derrick and I were simply too dark.
From Momma Kitty down to the most current, ‘Charlie Marie Boulware.’
The Boulware’s:
Momma Kitty Boulware – my Great-Great Grandmother Robert ‘Pundy’ Boulware and Rosell ‘Ma-Sweet’ Johnson – my Great-Grandparents Ernest ‘Buster’ Boulware and Irene Gertrude Butler – my Grandparents Jessie Lee Boulware and George ‘Kutch’ Butler – my Grand-Aunt and Uncle Rosa Marie Boulware and (John Nichols/Nicholas) Creed Junior McCoy
My Family: Gregory Vernon Boulware and Virginia Mary Coulter Gregory Stuart Boulware and Vernon Rockford Boulware
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My Children: Gregory Stuart Boulware and Shakita ‘Kia’ Stansbury Gianni Allyse Boulware Gregory Stuart Boulware, Jr.
Vernon Rockford Boulware and Jessica House Charlie Marie Boulware Logan Boulware
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Ginny’s Sister and Our Niece: Charmaine Ruth Coulter and her daughter, Allyse Virginia Coulter-Cruz
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My Brothers: Creed Russell McCoy and Shadena ‘Beatty’ Agee Their daughters, Chanel and Christine McCoy; Shanetta is Russell’s adopted daughter. Steven ‘Stevie’ McCoy and Derrick McCoy, my brothers, have no children.
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Estranged offspring – Reginald Vernon Boulware, (his mother, Linda Woods); his Sister Charmaine Woods; his brother Joseph ‘Buster’ Woods; My Grandchildren born of this lineage: I’tia ‘Gina-Tasha’ Boulware and her brother Reginald Joshua Boulware, his other children – by ‘Tamika’; Laquanda, Latifa, Lamika, Lakia, and a few others. Maxine is Tamika’s mother. (There are other offspring by this individual that I have no knowledge of)…
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The Butler’s:
David Butler and Alberta (Momma Bertha Butler) Williams – My Great-Grandparents Their Children – Anthony ‘Tony’ Butler, Pauline (Aunt Pauly) Butler, George (Uncle Kutch) Butler, Rosalie (Aunt Jimmie) Butler, and Irene Gertrude Butler.
My Grandparents: Irene Gertrude Butler and Ernest ‘Buster’ Boulware Rosa Marie Boulware, Ernest Boulware, Jr., Donald Boulware, and Robert Boulware. Donald and Robert were twins who perished in a house fire as children. Irene remarried and produced a daughter who produced four children including Kevin and Tyrone Brown.
Buster (Ernest Boulware) was remarried to Doris Douglas and produced Roland ‘Ro-Ro,’ Sandra ‘Mikey,’ Jerome ‘Jerry/Ernie,’ and Delores Boulware. They are the Boulware extension of New Haven, Connecticut.
In Baltimore, Maryland: Anthony ‘Uncle Tony’ Butler had seven children. I don’t know who they are or were they are. Pauline ‘Aunt Pauly’ Butler had five children: David, Dorothy, Geneva, Alberta (Bert), and Pauline (Sissy)
David had six children with Margaret Miller: Cecelia (‘Daisy’), David Jr., Sheila, Lajuan (Grady) – (deceased) Gerald, and Cheryl.
David Butler Sr. is the son of the late Pauline Butler and the late Floyd Jones was born in Winnsboro, South Carolina on May 26, 1925. He departed this life on March 7, 2011. He was lovingly called ‘Big Daddy’ by his children. He received his education in the Winnsboro School System. He was called ‘ET’ by his youngest daughter Cheryl. She in return was called ‘Little ET.’ David enlisted in the United States Navy as a Steward’s Mate, First Class S-V-6. He received an honorable discharge in 1946. In 1950, he met and married the late Margaret Miller and from this union six children were born. David was a strong and protective family man, especially of his wife and daughters. He enjoyed watching old (classic) western movies when not spending time with his family. In August 1953, on the 21st day, David gave his life to ‘Christ’ at the James Chapel Baptist Church in Fort Mifflin, South Carolina. In search of better job opportunities, his career endeavors as a brick mason, bade him to move his family to Baltimore Maryland in 1960. David was one of my favorite cousins whom I thought to be an uncle.
George ‘Uncle Kutch’ Butler and Jessie Lee ‘Aunt Jessie’ Boulware bore the family six children: John El, Bertha (Sister), Geraldine, Ernestine, George (Butch), and Charles.
As far as I know, John El was childless. The family grapevine reported him as being a homos*xual; gay. Bertha (Sister) bore four children and a host of grandchildren: Donzella, Denise, Roger, and Byron. Donzella and Denise had several children while Roger and Byron were/are childless. Roger was shot, wounded, and left paralyzed from the waist down disallowing him to father children while his brother like John El lived the gay lifestyle. Ernestine bore three children and one of them, as far as I know, in turn provided her with grandchildren. As of this writing, Toy is married and has children of this union, while I am not sure about her sister Crystal. I’m not sure if she has children or not. Lance lived the lifestyle of John El and Byron. Lance and Byron were baccalaureate and Master Degree holders who earned their living as school teachers until their deaths. John El was also of a scholarly nature and made his fame in the United States Navy as did my grandfather.
My cousin ‘Butch,’ George Butler Jr. has more than four children that I know of and a host of grandchildren. As of this writing, he has recently remarried ‘Amy’ who has several children as well. I met ‘Amy’ at my cousin ‘Roger’s’ funeral. I don’t recall meeting her at Aunt Jess’s funeral though. The happy couple currently resides in ‘Reading, PA.’ I also do not know Amy’s maiden of pre-marital last name.
My cousin Charles has one son that I know of. I think his name is also Charles Butler, although I really can’t attest to that as being factual.
Geraldine Butler and Richard Chaney were also childless during their long-time marriage. Richard is the Brother of Temple University’s legendary “Coach John Chaney.” They remained married into my adulthood. Geraldine later remarried Robert ‘Bob’ Rascoe and settled down to a very nice home in the West Oak Lane section of the city on Washington Lane near Stenton Avenue. This location was less than a couple of miles from where we resided for more than thirty years in our Germantown Home on Walnut Lane at Germantown Avenue.
Remembering back… Of course it was another funeral. We discussed memories and shared knowledge of other factions of Boulware family members. We sat there in ‘Sister’s’ confortable basement family room discussing experiences of and over the past years. Geneva brought up her knowledge of some Boulwares’ in Winston-Salem and other towns in North Carolina where they called home. My mother and grandmother spoke of the family reunion that was held in North Carolina of which they attended. I cannot remember the year exactly. I think it was somewhere between the years of 2007 and 2010.
In light of all the reminiscing, the sadness and joys of this most recent funeral, the conversation always reverted back to Momma Kitty and what life was like in ‘Winnsboro, South Carolina.’
“Let the workers do as they will…let those in the depths use force and do wrong, so that we can be justified in using force against them…behold a New World Order!”
“Two Nations are in thy womb and two manners of people shall be separated from thy bowels; and the one people shall be stronger than the other people; and the Elder shall serve the Younger.”
“If you lead correctly, orders are unnecessary and useless.”
~Confucius~
“Are We Truly Living (currently) In The Time Of Noah?” Being “The First People” we have been placed in a position, a time, and a place of “Infinite Proportions” that only ‘GOD’ can undo! We have survived every assault that man has afflicted upon us and survived. We have survived this current ‘MAAFA’ as we (a diversity of good people, God-Loving People) will survive this atrocity that is afflicted upon us today, tomorrow, and into infinity…with “The Grace of God!”
Black people, Africans, descended from “The Tribe of Judah”; descended from “Ham” (& “Shem”)
Someone asked,“Who is He…What is His name…What is He called?”
And ‘He’ answered…
“EhYeh-Asher-EhYeh!”
Say to the Israelites, “I Am That I Am!”
“Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep these things which are written therein, for the time is at hand!”
“And the Angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born (this day) in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.”
…And then they asked, “Are You ‘Jewish?’ Are You Christian or Muslim?”
And I also answered the question as well.
“No, I am not! Yet, the representation of all religion, rests in the word of “The Most High!”
“I am ‘Yahudah,’Hebrew descendent to the ‘House of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob’…a simple believer in and of ‘My Elohim, ‘YAH;’ as I am descendent to the ‘House of Judah;’ the “Tribe of Judah, 4th Son to the Twelve Sons and Tribes of Israel...Hametic and Shemetic in origin; Son to the soil of “Swazeland,” otherwise known as ‘AFRICA!‘ Only those who say they are ‘Jew-ish’ are ‘Jew-ish.’ They, are of a choice variety…to be “Jew-ish!”
One has to wonder…which are the good angels and which are the lying wonders? The false prophets that we were warned of – Matthew (24:11), “the beginning of sorrows” – one had to be particularly cautious, yes? Evil spirits have been known to masquerade as angels. World leaders have espoused prophecies in past and present. Angels could assume the appearance of a living person, taking whatever form they desire. They have whispered in our ears, or appeared in our dreams, or have given us a subtle taste of spiritual nourishment. But most often, its been said, angels remain in their invisible state. There is a movie in circulation. It’s titled “Legion.” The story puts “Michael” against “Gabriel” in opposition over the protection of man. In Jewish, Islamic, and Christian faiths, Michael is a field commander in the “Army of God.” He is also described as a protector and advocate of children. Gabriel is described as God’s Messenger. Archangels – Gabriel is known as the Chief of the four favored angels. Michael, Raphael, and Uriel are the other three, and the spirit of truth.
As Oracles of God, angels have been known to arrive and deliver divine and/or authoritative decisions and messages. They have also come to tell us when things are not well.
“Many Christians are stuck in spiritual quicksand. The harder they struggle to progress in their walk with (Yahshua, Jehovah, Christ) Jesus, the faster and deeper they sink. Becoming frustrated by the inability of their increased efforts to produce the joy, peace, power, and victory they have heard so much about, many believers have simply given up the struggle and have allowed themselves to sink in the quicksand of spiritual defeat, accepting it as their lot in life. These well-meaning saints go to church faithfully and attend every Christian conference they can find. They read Christian books, listen to Christian radio, and watch Christian television. They dedicate and rededicate their lives to the Lord until they are tired of walking the aisle, crying and begging God for help. Some have fasted and prayed and even sought Christian counseling to deal with their frustrations, yet there seems to be little payoff for their efforts.”
“Some of the saints are stuck in sins and circumstances they know they should be delivered from, but while they whole-heartedly desire deliverance, it continues to elude them.”
~Tony Evans~
“Why are churches, pastors, evangelists, members, saints and friends spending so much time trying to preach the gospel and win souls to Christ?”
This brainwashing has proved successful to many folks just as predicted and recorded in the HolyBible. The premise that the world’s people of color will never be unified is proven over and over again. The religious group known as the radical and boisterous “Hebrew Israelites” have espoused many truths taken directly from The Good Book… Black people are located in nearly all countries throughout the world as stated in the Bible. However, because they have defied the Lord “Elohim!”
they have been cursed and sentenced to never be brought together as a group; a whole; as one. This prophetic record continues to prove true even today. Black people have often found ways to stay apart from one another; to remain separate as one nation, one people. The tendency to argue as to who is right and who is wrong wrecks havoc in the ability to unify…and “The New World Order” wants nothing but a continuation of that practice. Albeit, to the contrary, this author has seen an improvement.
For in as much as many have taken in hand to set forth in order a declaration of those things which are most surely believed among us, even as they delivered them unto us, which from the beginning were eyewitnesses, and ministers of the word; It seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee in order, a most excellent Theophilus. That thou mightiest know the certainty of those things, wherein thou hast been instructed.
There was in the days of a certain priest named Zacharias, of the course of Abia and his wife was of the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Elisabeth.
They were both righteous before God, walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless. And they had no child, because they were both barren and they both were now stricken in years. It came to pass, that while he executed the office of priest, according to the custom of the office, his lot was to burn incense when he went into the temple of the Lord.
The whole multitude of the people were praying without the time of incense and there appeared unto him an Angel of the Lord. The Angel was standing on the right side of the altar of incense. And when Zacharias saw him, he was troubled, and fear fell upon him. But the Angel said unto him, “Fear not, Zacharias, for thy prayer is heard; and thy wife Elisabeth shall bear thee a son, and thou shalt call his name John.
Ham, and Japheth with all the sons thereafter – The ‘Edomites’ born of the sons of Dishan, Uz, and Aran were the kings that reigned in the land of ‘Edom.’ It’s been proven over and over again that there were Nubian Kingdoms outside of the Nile River and Region as well as new ones created in Sudan but were officially Muslim with older faiths that still exist right up until today. Research and re-examination has uncovered more truth than fiction cloaked in the villainy of deceit and the desire for power over the Black Man. Nubia was greater, but Egypt advanced the knowledge, more so in the old, middle and new kingdom of Egypt. Egypt was the greatest civilization. Art, math, science, morals, and a plethora of ideals became more developed in Egypt. Chronicles of the achievements and contributions of Black Leaders before the Mayflower have been purposely deleted, concealed, and altered in order to control and continually enslave the ‘Black Mind’ for centuries. The wide spread distribution of Cush in the ancient world described in the Bible is supported by Greek geographer Strabo and the “Father of History,” Herodotus, both of whom refer to eastern or Asian Cushites in India as having Black skin and straight hair and western Cushites with similar skin color but “Crispy” hair. Thus Jethro lived in the land of Cush in Arabia among other Ethiopians who had not yet completed migration to Ethiopia. He lived in Semitic Midian but he was not a Semite although he spoke a Semitic language. Semitic descendants of Abraham, like Edom, and the Ishmaelite’s, as well as other Semites, afterward occupied almost all of the Arabian Peninsula. These Semitic tribes are now named Arabians due to their occupation of Arabia, although the name “Arabia” attached to the homeland predates their occupation of the site. In the same way the Anglo-Saxons who are known as Britons are a modern parallel to this kind of name expropriation. The Angles and Saxons were non-Britons who subdued and drove the Britons out of the land. The Anglo-Saxons occupied the Britons’ land and later took the name given to the land by those original inhabitants. Thus the Anglo-Saxons, although not Britons, are called British today. In the same way, Arabia may have been a Hamite name expropriated by a Semitic non-Arab second wave immigration which forced and continued the migratory flight of the Arabian Ethiopians to African Ethiopia.
Satan met and badgered Jesus in the desert. He was in the crowd shouting for his guilt, trial, conviction, and execution by crucifixion The divine plan in man’s creation was objected to by the angels. The knowledge endowed in man and made to manifest to the angels through Adam and Eve with the exception of Ibliss. He refused to obey and was cast off. Adam and Eve were warned against the ‘Forbidden Tree’ while stationed within the ‘Garden of Eden.’ Disregarding the warnings, Satan beguiled them and caused their downfall. We have all learned that Adam repented through the words taught him by GOD: “The Virtuous Shall be Rewarded and The Wicked Shall Be Punished!”
Life’s Journey has many ways of preparing us for the lessons ahead, as well as behind. Many teachers have come to pass in the quest to have us learn, to contemplate, and comprehend the gift of divine (eclectic divinity). Mankind’s continued reach or search for God can be summed into a simple meaning and way of life. Aspiring to the heavens, for many of us, is not paved by way of tandem formulated religion. Good, a goodness in one’s life, a continuing and unrelenting desire, fortified, and defiance of evil on Earth, in life, upon another living soul could in all probability, bring us to the threshold of Eden. Sects, denominations of all said religions teach us with Psalm, Sura, Tanakh, Acts (The Bible, Qur’an, and Torah), and Hail Mary’s and such for repentance (Penance) …while pointing us in the direction of doing, being, and living – Good!
Most all men (and women) dream. Some experience nightmares while others interpret the sleep delivered messages and images as visions. Dante Alighieri was briefly mentioned in “All Hallows Night”(9.25.96). His dream was an adventure as much as it was an awakening dream. Easter Sunday April 10, 1300, Dante was thirty-five years of age when he began the telling of his journey through the Gates of Hell and Purgatory on Thursday night, April 7, 1300. He awoke in the “Forest of Worldliness” (or Sin). Sinful habits impeded his ability to remember how he got there.
He saw Satan, the lord of Hell, is represented as the counterpart of the Trinity, with heads of three colors – yellow, black, and red. The colors signified impotence, ignorance, and hate. They also corresponded to the divine power of wisdom and love. Beelzebub’s three pairs of wings sent forth blasts, which froze Cocytus (the river of Hades).
Lucifer held in his three mouths, Judas Iscariot – Jesus’ betrayer, Marcus Junious Brutus and Gaius Cassius Longinus, (Publius Servilous Casca Longinus was not mentioned) – traitors to and assassins of Caesar and Rome were being chewed for their sins at the very center of hell.
Mahumet the shade (the fate of dwelling in shadow after death), originally a Christian and the deliberate cause of separations of the world’s two monolitheistic faiths, mentioned in prophesy the malicious pleasure of Fra Dolcino – the leader of a heretical sect, was forced to surrender. He was besieged in 1306.
One who is bona fide and buys indulgence is as rare as a bona fide penitent man, which is very rare indeed. All those who believe themselves certain of their own salvation by means of letters of indulgence, will be eternally damned, together with their teachers. We should be most carefully on our guard against those who say that the papal indulgences are an inestimable divine gift, and that a man is reconciled to God by them. For the grace conveyed by these indulgences relates simply to the penalties of sacramental “satisfactions” decreed merely by man.
It is not in accordance with Christian doctrine to preach and teach those who buy off souls, or purchase confessional licenses, have no need to repent of their own sins. The so-called “fiscal cliff” could qualify as coffer-lust in light of what the people have demanded and ignored by ones who have been placed or manipulated in form or fashion to the pinnacles of national recognized power.
“Human-Kind has been enslaved by Sin and Death and has Labored under the Burden of Pain, Suffering, and Adversity for so long that many people have come to accept this way of Life as Normal or Natural”
“He has told you, O man, what is good. And what is ‘The Most High’ requiring of you?
Only to exercise justice, to cherish loyalty, and to walk in modesty with your God!” – “The end will come.”
Any true Christian whatsoever, living or dead, participates in all the benefits of Christ and the Church; and this participation is granted to him by God without letter of indulgence. Yet the Pope’s remission and dispensation are in no way to be despised, for, as already said, they proclaim the divine remission. It is very difficult, even for the most learned theologians, to extol to the people the great bounty contained in the indulgences, while, at the same time, praising contrition as a virtue. A truly contrite sinner seeks out, and loves to pay the penalties of his or her sins; whereas the very multitude of indulgences dulls men’s consciences, and tends to make them hate the penalties. Papal indulgences should only be preached with caution, lest people gain a wrong understanding, and think that they are preferable to other good works: those of love.
Christians (of every faith) should be taught that the pope does not at all intend that the purchase of indulgences should be understood as at all comparable with works of mercy. Christians should be taught that one who gives to the poor, or lends to the needy, does a better action than if he purchases indulgences; because, by works of love, love grows and a man becomes a better man; whereas, by indulgences, he does not become a better man, but only escapes certain penalties.
Christians (of every faith) should be taught that he who sees a needy person, but passes him or her by although he gives money for indulgences, gains no benefit from the pope’s pardon, but only incurs the wrath of God.
Christians (of every faith) should be taught that, unless they have more than they need, they are bound to retain what is necessary for the upkeep of their home, and should in no way squander it on indulgences.
YAHveh, the Holy One of Israel, became flesh and blood and dwelt on earth to bring salvation to Israel and all Gentiles. In Hebrew, the word for salvation or saves is SHUA. That is why the angel told Joseph, “she (Mary) will bear a Son; and you shall call His name YahSHUA, for it is He who will save His people from their sins” (Mt 1:21). …
When Messiah was first named by the angel, and later given that name at His circumcision, a Greek name would have never been permitted. Jews were vitally concerned with pedigrees. According to Jewish biblical tradition, the name of the offspring was always given with the name of the father. It was completely unacceptable for a Jew to take a Gentile name. Using YAHshua’s true name brings glory to the name of YAHveh the Father.
The Twelve Tribes were divided due to Shalomon’s idolatry. Yisraelites did escape and returned to Yisrael, the rest were scattered around the four corners of the Earth.
Although Israel and the Jewish people can trace themselves back to Abraham, they are commonly called the children of Israel, with “Israel” being another name for Jacob the grandson of Abraham. (A name given to him by God.) Before Jacob died, he met with his sons and two of his grandsons to talk to them about what would happen to them (their descendants) in the last days and convey certain blessings. (Genesis ch. 48 & 49.) One item of significance regarding this final episode was that Jacob took the inheritance of the first born son, Reuben, and divided it up between the other sons. This was very much due to Reuben’s sin (Genesis ch. 38) and his own lack of leadership ability.
The twelve tribes of Israel are mentioned in Revelation, chapters 7 and 21. Their mention is far more than a “curiosity” (as it is treated in most studies of Revelation.) Rather, God’s prophetic plan through history and concluding in Revelation centers on Israel, as represented by the twelve sons of Jacob and their progeny. There are several important points to take note of in their history that help explain what God’s plan for them (and the world) is all about.
Just as God had prophesied to Jeroboam through the prophet Ahijah, Jeroboam was king of ten tribes, and was well established, for God Himself stopped Rehoboam’s attack. Instead of doing as God had instructed, Jeroboam sought to secure his position through establishing a system of idolatry that would ensure no contact between the northern kingdom of Israel and the southern kingdom of Judah.
The ten northern tribes quickly fell into the same idolatry for which Solomon had been judged. Jeroboam made two golden calves and set one in Beth-El, a city of Ephraim, and the other in Dan, the principle city of the tribe of Dan. Jeroboam had reason to create his own system of worship. As all the men of Israel were required to appear in Jerusalem for the feasts of Pesakh (Passover), Shavuot (Pentecost) and Succot (Tabernacles) each year, this would likely lead to a reunification of the northern and southern kingdoms, because Jerusalem lay in the southern kingdom of Judah. Jeroboam halted this pilgrimage and filled the void of the true Temple worship by creating his own temple, priesthood and system of worship. (I Kings 12: 22-33)
The northern kingdom of Israel was never able to repent of their idolatry and for this God judged them. Taken captive, Ephraim and its kingdom were eventually scattered throughout the nations never returning to Israel, just as Jacob has prophesied. Hosea, who was a prophet to the ten northern tribes, speaks of their sin and future reunification, especially in chapters 11-13.
First century Jewish believers were confronted with a perplexing issue concerning the Gentiles-“was salvation solely for the Jews or was it to include the alien Gentiles?” The apostle Paul was the divinely appointed ambassador to the Gentiles. His mission was to bring them the awesome salvation of YAHshua, the Hebrew Messiah and to instruct them further regarding vital issues pertaining specifically to them as Gentiles within the messianic body.
Paul’s powerful admonitions to the Gentiles in Ephesians 2-3 and Roman 9-11 were written to destroy latent anti-Jewish attitudes. Unfortunately, these are the very Scriptures the Adversary has attempted to eradicate from Christian theology. The church’s ignorance of these scriptural safeguards has allowed the perpetuation of many distorted doctrines and unbiblical attitudes toward Israel.
From The Holy Bible: Psalm, Matthew, Genesis, Acts, Jeremiah, Ephesians, John, James, Zephaniah, Deuteronomy, Philippians, Thessalonians, Corinthians, Isaiah, Revelations, Hebrew, Romans, Luke, and The Holy Qur’an.
“My Child…
You may not know me, but I know everything about you. I know when you sit down and when you rise up. I am familiar with all your ways. Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. For you were made in my image. In me you live and move and have your being. For you are my offspring. I knew you even before you were conceived. I chose you when I planned creation. You were not a mistake.
For all your days are written in my book. I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. I knit you together in your mother’s womb and brought you forth on the day you were born. I have been misrepresented by those who don’t know me. I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. Simply because you are my child, and I am your Father. I offer you more than your earthly father could. For I am the perfect Father. Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. For I am your provider and I meet all your needs.”
Eastward from Eden, the land was hard and wild. Their easy life was over. With work the Earth produced good food, and soon, a son was born to the world’s first family. The baby was called Cain. His brother, Abel, soon followed him. The family kept faith with God as time passed and they grew. Cain could not always obey God’s voice. He grew sullen, working about in the fields, building up hatred in his soul against his brother. God warned Cain…”Sin is waiting at your door to ensnare you!”
Cain’s envy and jealousy caused him to slay his brother. He resented God’s love for Abel over love for him. Cain murdered his brother. God knew of this and cursed Cain. “From such a crime you cannot hide…from this time forth you shall be accursed and wander as a fugitive on Earth!” And God placed a mark on Cain’s brow so that no one would murder him during his wanderings.
Other children were born to Adam and Eve, and the world’s population began to grow. But what kind of people would these children be? In so short a time, it seemed that only wickedness would flourish on Earth.
Was a good and righteous man to be found?
From where did you come?
Did you come from the trees or the cave? Did you and your family come from the mountains or the plains? How many in your family committed murder? How many in your family were murdered? What about the raping of women, children, and little boys? Did you do it? Did the priests intentionally corrupt and exploit their flocks? Did they contaminate you? Do you follow and believe the ranting of politicians?
The tribes of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi were forced out of the Land of Israel around 70 AD. This was due to the Hebrew-Roman wars that resulted in the deaths of thousands of Black Hebrew Israelites. Primarily women, men, and children were slaughtered by an over powering Army of Roman soldiers and conscripts in their Empire domain. The remnants of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi fled primarily to West Africa to escape death and prosecution around 70 AD.
Very Often, a fiction author depicts life and the great truth of life better than the historian. The writer does not pretend to write what is exactly true. He or She describes all things with imagination. Ordinary people are therefore privileged to see what grounds the commonly accepted scriptures reveal. One can examine the pile of evidence and do ones own sifting through the maze of text. Thousands – Millions of people look to the New Testament as their leader and guide. It is paramount to know upon what authority this information is derived, and many women and men will be delighted to find the evidence clearly presented before them.
And who believe in that which hath been sent down unto thee and that which hath been sent down before thee, and of the hereafter they are sure.
…And of the people (are some) who say, “We believe in God and in the last day (of judgment),” (while in fact) they are not believers (at all).
…They (intend to) deceive God and those who believe, while they deceive not but themselves, but the perceive (it) not.
…In their heart is a disease and God increaseth their disease, for them is a painful chastisement, beware of the lie they were saying.
…And when it is said unto them, “Make ye not mischief in the Earth” say they, “verily, we are only the well-doers – the peacemakers.
Beware! Verily, they are the mischief mongers, but they perceive not. When it is said unto them, “Believe ye as the (other) people did believe, they say, “Shall we believe?”
Beware! Verily, they are the fools, but they know not. And when they meet with those who believe, they say “We believe” but when they go apart to their devils, they say, “surely we are with you, verily, we did but mock.”
The Black Slave, after receiving this indoctrination, shall carry on and will become self-refueling and self-generating for hundreds of years, maybe thousands. Don’t forget, you must pitch the ‘Old Black vs. the Young Black Male,’ and the ‘Young Black male against the Old Black male. You must use the ‘Dark Skinned Slaves vs. the Light Skinned Slaves,’ and the ‘Light Skinned Slaves’ vs. the ‘Dark Skinned Slaves.’ You must use the ‘Female vs. the Male,’ and the ‘Male vs. the Female.’ You must also have your servants and overseers ‘Distrust all Blacks,’ but it is necessary that your slaves trust and depend on us. They must love, respect, and trustonly us. Gentlemen, these kits are your keys to control, use them. Have your wives and children use them. Never miss opportunity. My plan is guaranteed, and the good thing about this plan is that if used intensely for one year, the slaves themselves will remain perpetually distrustful:
~ Willie Lynch~
These are they who purchase error for guidance, hence their transaction profitteth them not, neither are they guided aright.
The likeness of them is like unto one who kindleth a fire, and when it lighteth all around him, God taketh away the light and leaveth them in darkness, they see not. They are deaf, dumb, and blind; hence they will return not from their darkness.
(Al-Baqarah)
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
According to basic Islamic teachings, God revealed the creation of three intelligent species: angels, jinn, and humans, of which the latter two have been granted free will to choose between good and evil, and the Quran states that there is other creation beyond human knowledge “and He has created (other) things of which ye have no knowledge.”
The Angels do not have free will and cannot sin because they were not granted the freedom by God to disobey. When God created Adam, he commanded all the angels and Iblis (whose rank allowed him to be considered equal to that of an angel) to prostrate to Adam as was termed “the Best of Creation”. All the angels did so but Iblis refused to obey, and was brought into a state of rebellion against God. For this God cast him out of Jannah (paradise), and intended to punish him. Iblis begged God to delay the punishment until Yawm al-Qiyāmah (Last Judgment), which was granted by God. It is We Who created you and gave you shape; then We bade the angels prostrate to Adam, and they prostrate; not so Iblis; He refused to be of those who prostrate.
Iblis was proud and arrogant and considered himself superior to Adam, since Adam was made from clay and Iblis from smokeless fire. For this act of disobedience, God cursed him to Jahannam (Hell) for eternity, but gave him respite until the Day of Judgment, after Iblis requested it. Iblis obtained permission from God and vowed that he would use this time to lead all men and women astray to Hell as a way of revenge against them. By refusing to obey God’s order he was thrown out of paradise and thereafter he was called “Shaytan.”
I have no reluctance or hesitancy in saying that I, like many others, am perfectly satisfied to let the common sense of people of the world decide upon the superiority of the acceptance of certain scriptures and the rejection of others. All of the information is perfectly intelligible to the common woman or man.
“I worship not what ye worship, nor worship ye whom I worship; nor shall I worship whom ye worship; nor will worship ye whom I worship – unto ye be your religion, and unto me my religion. The one with the knowledge of the truth, can never give way for any other consideration or purpose.”
(Al-Kafirun – The Disbelievers)
The children continue to show us the way. Ask them if it matters about the color of the skin of their friend(s) – see them play, sing, eat, run, sleep, laugh, and hug together without reason or rhyme – see them entertain with their genius and zeal, the cohesion of love, faith, and trust in each other while they are protected from the evil, animosity, and hatred in this land between Oz and Babel.
Take heed and be forewarned (Powers that Be)…the seven deadly sins (wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony) – Avarice being the forefront practice of many governments and their so-called leaders – covetousness, lust, and gluttony. Does this all sound familiar…as of late? The limelight lifestyles of the rich, the famous, the political panhandlers and warmongers will be their -your – our undoing. These symptoms have come to pass on numerous occasions, have they not?
A child of color asked the father, “Dad, where do white people come from?” The father looked at his child and replied, “My child, all people come from God.” “People began with Adam and Eve. Come and sit with me while I tell you of the things that have happened on this Earth, according to the Holy Scriptures. God created the first man and woman. Adam and Eve were people of color. They were driven out of the Garden of Eden. The Garden of Eden was located on the continent of Africa. They disobeyed God by eating the figs of the Forbidden Tree of Knowledge. Satan beguiled Eve to eat of the fruit and she convinced Adam to eat of it. They transgressed upon the word of God. Their ubiquitous life of leisure came to an end while the beginning of hardship, life, and death began.
All mankind is descended from the three sons of Noah: Shem, Ham and Japheth. The descendants of Japheth, the youngest son, settled in Anatolia, modern Turkey, and from there moved into the Caucasus Mountains of Western Russia and from there settled Europe and Russia. They are the ancestors of the (Edomites) Caucasian peoples. Their main impact on Israel was through the Persians, the Greeks and the Romans.
According to Genesis 9:19 and the Table of Nations in Genesis 10.
Jesus’ male ancestors trace a line from Shem. However, ethnically and racially, they were mixed Semitic and Hamitic from the times spent in captivity in Egypt and Babylon. Rahab and probably Tamar were Canaanites. Although Canaanites spoke a Semitic language, they were descendants of Ham through his son Canaan. Bethsheba, who had been the wife of Uriah the Hittite, probably was a Hamitic Hittite herself.
Hebrews believe in the one true Elohim of the Hebrews, the reconstruction of the ancient Hebraic Culture and religion, and in the Torah, Nevi’im, Ketuvim, also known as the Tanakh. We believe all mandatory doctrine solely comes from the Tanakh and all other traditions are optional as long it does not conflict with the Tanakh.
The descendants of Cush settled in Ethiopia. The descendants of Mizraim settled in Egypt. The Hebrew name for the country of Egypt is Mizraim. The English name “Egypt” comes from the Greek word aegyptos, not from Arabic or Hebrew.
The descendants of Ham gradually populated Africa and are Hamitic. The descendants of Shem became the Semitics. Egyptians are Hamitic, not Semitic, even though they now speak a dialect of Arabic, a Semitic language.
Being “The First People” we have been placed in a position, a time, and a place of “Infinite Proportions” that only ‘GOD’ can undo!
We have survived every assault that man has afflicted upon us and survived. We have survived this current ‘MAAFA’ as we (a diversity of good people, God-Loving People) will survive this atrocity that is afflicted upon us today, tomorrow, and into infinity…with “The Grace of God!”
Black people, Africans, descended from “The Tribe of Judah”; descended from “Ham.”
“SHALOM”
Reference/Acknowledgments:
The Torah (Nev’im; Ketuvim/Law, Prophets, Writings – Deuteronomy); The Holy Qur’An, The Holy Bible; and the forgotten books of ‘Eden!’
Genailia and Gerald were quite adept at separating their private life from that of their professional obligations. No one other than they were aware of the dedicated – loving relationship. They loved each other deeply. They’ve enjoyed as much private time together as professional duties would allow. They both agreed to staunchly command their careers until the day of settling down arrived. Family life…so much desired while being so much denied. The need to protect innocents was a driving desire…a first and foremost desire – a personal demand.
They met while Genailia was teaching classes and endeavoring research projects at her alma mater and several Canadian locations. Her younger brother, Nathan Instance Francis, Jr., 18 years of age and student at Penn State University, Ogontz campus in Abington Pa, was away from home and school for the holidays. He was enjoying a bit of R and R with his schoolmates. The Christmas and New Years holidays offered a getaway and comradery. The Pocono Mountain hideaway and resorts were irresistible to the young gent. He promised to be home for the New Year festivities with his Big Sis.
After his visit with Willice, Gerald exited the Mount Airy home enroute to the Francis family home in Germantown. Visions of loveliness blanketed his thoughts of lovemaking with Genailia. Her beautiful face with twinkling eyes atop the loving fullness of her luscious lips together formed the perfect inviting smile. The voluptuous breasts and model-like figure, the long and shapely golden colored legs, wistfully but attentively blessed the ground of her traverse, virtually blinded his long desired journey to a night of pleasurable ecstasy.
The Wayne Avenue near Upsal Street door flew open…a lover’s embrace and kiss erupted. The two at or around ten or eleven before midnight enjoyed the evening – late night repast. A bottle of red wine, Sangiovese, and pasta was devoured. More lovemaking through the night and again upon waking in the early morn.
Only the annoying ring of the telephone disrupted the wondrous and ecstatic interlude. It was not Genailia’s device…it was the communication device of the ranger. “I thought I’d turned that damned thing off!” Realizing they were still involved in the midst of a crisis, he remembered his emergency telephone – separate from his general use phone… He answered while propped on his right elbow, which pressed into the pillow. “We’re on our way.” The ranger wondered if he should have answered with “we?”
Ranger Glenn arrived at the zoo at approximately 11:35 P.M. His team got there 5 minutes later. Genailia popped open her investigator’s kit and began taking samples and scrapings of scratches on the bars, ground, and walls of the bruin exhibit. Glenn and lieutenant Wells headed to the 34th Street side of the zoo. After examining the tracks in the snow, they followed the trail from the broken gate to the east side of the street. The trail ended at the curb. Wells ran to that side of the street. Signs pointed to a trail down the embankment outside of the pavement. In the dirt, trees, shrubbery, and mud that headed down towards the I-76 Expressway, there where more prints and signs that the animals who tracked through the area were heading towards the river. Asa Wells motioned to Gerald Glenn to come and see what he’d found. The ranger jogged across the street to where Wells was standing. Wells pointed at the shrubbery, broken limbs, marks on the tree, and the bear tracks in the mud and snow. Several paw prints lead down the hill into the expressway corridor while many others aimed in other directions. The rangers were able to tell the difference in the size and species of the escaped bruins.
Many of the tracks were those of fully-grown bears. The two sets of tracks that pointed towards the railroad overpass proved to be of high interest to the men. They were two sets of tiny paw prints.
The two young bear cubs, one female and the other male, were found under the train trestle. They were huddled together under the bridge attempting to elude their hunting enemies. They appeared to be cold and frightened. The rangers approached the twins with stealth and caution. They didn’t want to take a chance at scaring the cubs into bolting. The rangers moved slowly with a reassuring posture. The cubs watched them intently but didn’t run. They allowed the rangers to approach and touch them. The human contact was not threatening to the cubs. They had experienced human contact before. The handlers at the zoo were they’re first human contact. The rangers also knew if the cubs felt threatened and cornered, they would attack with the natural intent of defending themselves. The claws of a young cub are capable of leaving a nasty wound in flesh and their bite can be equally vicious.
34th Street was cordoned off as well as the surrounding area of the west Philly neighborhood. On Girard Avenue from 33rd Street to 40th Street and Girard on 34th Street to Spring Garden Street. The two men crossed 34th street back to the zoo campus, each cradling a bear cub in their arms. Once safe lodgings were set for the twin babies, the hunt was on for the other fourteen escaped bears. The ranger ordered photographs of every inch the campus especially the damaged cages and trespassed areas – from the zoo trails and broken fences and gates. A zoo official and bruin handler was standing near the broken fence on the 34th street side of the campus. He approached with an obvious demeanor of anger. “What in the hell are you idiots trying to pull?” Other zoo reps looked at each other in confusion and replied, “What do you mean, sir?” Glenn interjected, “You know…you people really know how to piss me off! First you go up to the top of the world and fuck with the animals up there, causing them to do shit they don’t normally do! Then you stick them with all kinds of shit that only God knows what – and now you got two kidnapped cubs in your zoo! Where is the record of their adoption and housing? How’d they get here in the first place – why the secret of their being here? And now you’ve got fourteen fuckin bears wandering through the park and the Goddamn city!”
The police captains glared at each other while standing in place like pillars of salt. The commissioners nodded at one another upon departure from the meeting room. The ranger, Genailia, and Vernon were already descending the stairway from the top floor. They had no time to wait for elevators. Glenn was anxiously screaming orders to his pre-assembled team by way of two-way radio. He kept the unit on his holster attached to his belt, next to his cell phone. Genailia was anxiously giving directions to her staff via cell phone. Her administrative and investigative staff was centered and housed in the old “Germantown Hall” located at Germantown Avenue and Haines Street in the Germantown area of Philly. The 14th District was right next-door – it used to be housed within the Town Hall structure until they became separated with the construction of the new and modernized building. The command center of Captain Samuel!
“While I was in Alaska, there was talk of a group of foreign speaking men. The locals referred to them, as German or Russian sounding…could’ve been Yugoslavian – I don’t know. These individuals got off a bus – a Greyhound or Trailways or something…a caravan of about fifteen or more trucks – the tractor-trailer type – and vans came barreling down the highway. They were all painted black. They stopped and picked up these foreign guys. The foreign guys, about six of em…looked like professors of some sort.” The ranger stood and walked around the table to which his entourage sat. He positioned himself in the center of the room. He stood atop the Mayoral Municipal Sigla for the City of Philadelphia. Glenn faced the mayor sitting with the commissioners and zookeepers seated on the right…Genailia and Vernon, to the left. “This black vehicle caravan disappeared in the region beyond Kodiak Island. It’s been said, they’ve never been seen since.” The mayor asked, “How long has it been since this group is suspected of supposedly not being seen by the locals?” “This sighting occurred about three years ago,” said the ranger. Gerald stood erect and strong in his appearance. His muscular frame was in a relaxed stasis as his gaze bemused, swept the people in attendance. Glenn continued explaining what the locals of Kodiak and Aniak, Alaska, told him. He stood in an august fashion. The attention of the audience was completely his to enlighten. With further consternation, the ranger apprised them of his investigation of factual implications.
“These so-called professionals,” he stated, “were brought to that location to perform experiments on the animals of that region.” What type of experiments were not known, thought Glenn. The ranger continued speaking. He spoke of several hunter-trappers who were included in this party of clandestine black vehicle trekkers. Their equipment, mainly bear traps were being off-loaded from the trucks. Teams of hunters fanned out throughout the area encircling Kodiak Island, according to the locals. “Now if I saw what these guys were doing…was I supposed to doubt the word of the local inhabitants?” The ranger thought out loud, “It takes about a couple of years for a bear cub to start maturing – can you imagine what kind of things mad-scientists could do to change things on the planet?”
“If they are working for the government or some secretive DNA sadist group, what would they be doing to the bears and their cubs? I’ve seen one of their teams at a secluded and highly dense area on Kodiak Island, bring a full- grown Kodiak bear into one of the metal buildings. The bear appeared to be sedated while lying in the larger than usual steel cage. The cage was atop a large open bed black colored truck with an attached crane on the backend. They have three maybe four single floored metal fabricated structures in their camp. I believe they are laboratories,” said Glenn. “What in the hell were they going to do with that bear?”
The bear in the park is a monster. I suspect that it is also a product of the surreptitious people within that encampment,” exclaimed the ranger. The ranger vehemently expressed his belief. “I believe that this bear is an experiment that has gone wrong…because it has escaped and is now here with us – eating, living, and hunting.”
She was dressed in a pastel color of lime green…a pants suit and white blouse with white patent leather pumps on her feet. Modest looping ivory earrings draped her ear lobes. Her flaming shoulder length red hair was nicely arranged. The meeting attendees – Police Commissioner Tanex, Lieutenant Commissioner Talis, Fairmount Park Commissioner Blake were adorned in business suits of brown to navy blue suits, shirts of white and color coordinated ties. The police commanders dressed in the formal uniforms indicating their respective rankings. The meeting was held at the mayor’s office on the 7th floor of city hall. The meeting time was set for 10:A.M. The ranger not yet appeared. The group was becoming noticeably agitated.
10:22 A.M. arrived when the striking 6ft.1’, square jawed, raven-black curly and flowing manned, well muscled man of about 230 lbs swaggered into the room. Ranger Glen was accompanied by the beautiful olive brown complected, slender framed, crowned with waste length silky brown hair, thirty-ish Professor Genailia Francis. She wore very little makeup…not that she needed any…a natural beauty indeed. She was dressed in a modest maroon colored business suit with a squirt that was gifted by a pair of long well shaped legs and beautifully tapered ankles that settled into a pair of comfortable black open-toed shoes. Professor Vernon Rockford, a stocky but stout healthy looking elderly gentleman in nicely fitted eyeglasses that portrayed intelligent eyes, dressed in an outdated brown pin-stripped suit with a greenish spotted tie, atop a yellowish shirt and ending ensemble of brown wing-tipped loafers covering his feet, brought up the rear of the trio.
The three, two unexpected, professionals approached the table that faced the podium of the mayor’s audience chamber. The table was backed by several chairs, which the trio pulled and sat upon after they rested briefcases and several manila envelopes. They offered no apologies for arriving late to the meeting. Ranger Glenn made it very clear that he had lost his patience for the mayor’s party and the mismanagement of the situation at hand. He began to explain his investigative research trip to Alaska, Canada, and New York as well as speculative opinions of wildlife experts, game wardens, and other rangers regarding the recent attacks within the city’s parkland.
Genailia made several attempt…pleas to the commissioners, as well as Mayor Finkles, to not inform the community at large of rogue animal behavior – or the possibility of a wild animal being on the loose. She wished to spare the public of wide spread panic. She knew the people had to know of the impending danger, but she had to do her best to take control of the sensitive situation at hand. “Madam Mayor,” she said via cell-phone, “I need not remind you of the disastrous fallout that will occur if people knew the details of this situation.” “Yes Professor, I know,” The mayor replied. “The damnably adept and highly skilled mole of a reporter, somehow, once again, has thwarted our secure information exchanges.”
Dr. Francis was not aware of her stalker. Oh yes, dear sweet sexy, and voluptuous Genailia was totally unaware. The good doctor, as resourceful as she is…was not aware that she was being examined and photographed. The last time she experienced such a thing was way back when Irma Winks, a Black woman, and Nathan Francis, a white man, were killed in a terrible automobile accident when their car was broad sided by a ‘Black Stallion Semi.” The driver was a twenty-year old rookie. He had little experience on the road behind the wheel of a tractor-trailer.
The Francis’ were on their way hone from a three-day vacation in the Pocono Mountains. They were headed home to Germantown. Mrs. Irma Francis, a schoolteacher in the Philadelphia School System, was a graduate of Temple University. She was an English major who graduated Summa Cum Laude of her class. Mr. Nathan Instance Francis, a computer software and systems analyst, was born in Worchester, England. His parents moved to Belgium when he was ten. He graduated from Manchester Hall, Oxford University as a mathematician. He began studying computers at Harvard when he was twenty-three. The young couple met at a teacher’s conference in Washington, D. C. They were inseparable ever since. They married and Genailia was born soon after. Nathan Instance Francis, Jr., followed five years after her. He was now her responsibility. Their parents never saw Nathan junior graduate high school. He was in his twelfth year when they passed away. However, they did see Genailia attend the Berean Institute College of Business and Technological Sciences after her high school graduation from Roxborough High. She achieved her baccalaureate, masters, and P. H. D. BY way of Pierce, College, Penn State University, and Philadelphia University in Business Management, Veterinarian Sciences, and Anthropology. The parents were beyond proud.
In her role as Lieutenant Game Warden and Deputy Commissioner of Parks and Forestry, Genailia knew a great deal about animals and their various behaviors and habitats. She knew there is a monster butcher running amok in the Fairmount Park. And she had to find and remove it. But, she didn’t know that she was being hunted as well. The wreck of her parent’s car was always under suspicion…in her mind. Dr. Francis knew of the reported circumstances. She was told how her parents had stopped in a truck stop on the road between Philly and Stroudsburg for a bite to eat. It was also reported that Mr. Francis became engaged in a physical confrontation in that particular establishment. It was also known the truck stop was a notorious hang out for violent hill folk and rogue rednecks. The place was a highly charged and racially divided hangout for K. K. K. members. It was also said that Mr. was indeed defending his wife from a white man’s advances. The man did grab the ass of Mrs. Francis when the attempted to exit the restaurant and bar. A fight broke out between Nathan Sr. and three burly white guys. The proprietor broke up the fight and the couple was allowed to continue on their way.
Some of the local folk talked about how it was no coincidence when young Orinthal was given the keys to the big rig. They spoke of how the rednecks jeered and snarled over the nigger-lover and his big assed nigger-woman. It was said, “They won’t get far!” by a couple of the ruffians. Especially the biggest one, who got his ass kicked and handed to him by the senior Francis. Orinthal was a rookie truck driver who had just barely, for the third time, passed the Commercial Drivers Test for a class ‘B’ CDL. A class ‘A’ was required for semi operations. The roads were rain soaked with light drizzle and a warm air mass, for late October. The couple decided on the scenic route home. The route took them down rte.309. Then, twenty-five miles outside of Stroudsburg, Pa., the car was broadsided by the massive fuel tanker operated by Orinthal Richmond. The Francis’ car traveled south on rte.309 as it crossed Old Mill Creek Road. The car had a solid green traffic light while the truck faced one of red. The young and inexperienced driver did make an attempt to stop the killing machine as it careened down the blind curved hill. His efforts were of little consequence. He wasn’t trained of licensed to operate the very large and powerful Peterbuilt machine carrying a one third capacity filled fuel transporter weighing over twenty tons. He didn’t know he had to descend the hill while downshifting the gears to its lowest ratio in order to properly stop the thing. He didn’t know about the trolley locks that would automatically assist in the trailer’s brake locking process for emergency stopping. Nor did he know about the area called a ‘rumple zone’ for run-away trucks in times of emergencies. He should have – with the class ‘B’ license.
He did know, however, the trucks’ owner promised a job to him. Part of the promise was to help him acquire the class ‘A’ license. All he had to do was prove he could handle the equipment. Like a dog playing fetch, he jumped at the chance. His first assignment was to beat the silver-blue Mercedes across the light via the short cut down the Old Orchard Hill, which leads into Old Mill Creek Road. “Can you do that job, boy?” barked the trucks owner. Orinthal was eager and willing to drive that beauty of a truck at any given chance. Brice McCallister knew full well that Orinthal was not of full faculties. He knew the young man had no business with any type of commercial license. He could manipulate the mentally challenged man. He’s done it many times before. Orinthal would do anything to drive that truck – any time, anywhere. McCallister knew the ramifications of the possibility of losing his truck. After all, he had financial obligations regarding that truck. A debt he was trying to get out of. – that he wanted to go away. When Orinthal wrecks his truck, which would be stolen by the driver occupying drivers’ seat, he would simply walk away with no obligations. He would simply say his truck was operated without authority. “The kid has been ridin me for a long time now. He was caught in my fuckin trucks before…ya know? – We kicked his ass out and he kept comin back!” McCallister was also the one who got his ass kicked – it was a big time ass whoppin – he was embarrassed big time. He wanted to make that indiscretion right. The Englishman blacked his eye for grabbing the ass of his wife when he attempted to kiss her. Orinthal died in the fire and explosion. No investigation was ever launched despite the cries family, friends, and colleagues of the Francis family. The conclusion to inquiries continued to report how the initial report read: “The boy stole the truck and lost control, consequentially killing the couple, himself, and destroying the truck and car.” “It’s an open and shut case,” said the authorities.
Genailia was haunted by this information…and its manipulation.
The secret admirer had no idea of Genailia’s physical defense capabilities. He would be in for a rude and deadly awakening should he attack her.
~End~
Reference / Ackowledgment(s):
Image of “Unkown Young Woman,” courtesy of ‘PinteRest.com’
The legacy of Juneteenth is not just one of celebration and freedom. Juneteenth also recognizes a legacy of the U.S. government’s broken promises and dereliction of duty to Black people. This legacy rarely ever punished police for the many murders of Black people. We see it in systems of white supremacy which continue to deny Black people equal housing, equal employment, equal health care, equal education, and so much more. Would there be more ‘Lynchings,Black-Body-Burnings, and Shootings if not for today’s technology and the ownership of millions, if not trillions of ‘Cell-Phone-Owners and Users’ World-Wide, capturing these evil-doings by so many “Evil-Doers?” Even with these ‘IT’ abilities, accountability is a very highly elusive exercise; if not many individuals who happen to be white would most certainly be prosecuted and convicted. However, there was one case were a Black Man was able to avoid prosecution by law enforcement. This individual happened to also be a high ranking Philadelphia Cop who was caught on cell-phone-video striking and knocking to the ground, a ‘Latino Woman.’ He said she threw something at him and hit him in the face. The video showed a different story.
George Perry Floyd Jr. (October 14, 1973 – May 25, 2020) was an African American man murdered by a police officer during an arrest after a store clerk suspected he may have used a counterfeit $20 bill in Minneapolis. Black people have faced rampant and often violent voter suppression ever since we were “freed” and given the right to vote. Yet Senate Republicans keep gaslighting us by claiming that since Black voter turnout was high in 2020, that since brilliant, innovative organizers were able to help communities overcome barriers to voting, that those barriers don’t exist.
As contemporary Native American religious flowerings are best understood by first examining the origins of Native American Spirituality, all of the contemporary sects are best comprehended in light of the traditional religions. As these differ from their New Age and Christian versions, each group is also unique compared to other traditional sects. These traditional sects are best understood as a conglomerate by investigating a few individual traditional Native American religions.
The only lynching to occur in Delaware happened in Wilmington in 1903. Normally when you think of lynching you think of hanging but the definition of the word is an illegal execution carried out by a mob, often by hanging, but also by burning at the stake or shooting. The term lynching probably derived from the name Charles Lynch (1736-96), a justice of the peace who administered rough justice in Virginia. But none of those fine nuances probably went thru George F. White’s head the night he was roped and bounded and thrown into a fire to burn to death.
Community members are outraged after a high school team experienced blatant racism during a championship game Saturday. The game took place between Orange Glen High School and Coronado High School in California. After the game, which Coronado won, Orange Glen Head Coach Chris Featherly said Coronado Head Coach J.D. Laaperi made disrespectful remarks toward both him and his players, but that’s not all. Coronado supporters took the sports rivalry to another level when they threw tortillas at Orange Glen players, who are mostly Latino, The San Diego Union-Tribune reported.
“Given the history of racism and consistent racist acts school members have committed in sports, advocates believe if the behavior is not punished, it will continue.”
Native American Tribes did not call their medicine people “Shamans.” This is a New Age term often misapplied to Native American Spiritual Leaders by people of European descent, self-professed “medicine” people and their followers. The medicine men and priests among the Indians were usually merely those men who thought more deeply and strenuously than the average men in the tribe.
Chief Gerald Glenn, the Medicine Man, was second only to the chief in importance and standing within his tribal group. His duties involved both religious interpretations and pharmacology. A good medicine man became adept at both and as a result, he was often thought of as one who possessed magical powers. Before William Penn’s holy experiment, human impact in the Pocono Mountains by Native Americans and European settlers was minimal.
The Pennsylvania Mountains was one of the last colonies to be settled in the northern region of the state. The region remained wilderness until pressure from European settlers caused and influx of Native Americans from Maryland and the Carolinas’. Glenn, a direct descendent of the Lenape Chieftain of the Penn and Lenape Peace Treaty, 1682, Chief Tammany who died in 1718, was his great-great-grandfather. His wife, a Huron Princess, reared sons who took over as Chief of Nations along the Delaware Water Gap. They lived in peace with the residents of Stroudsburg, founded by Jacob Stroud in 1799.
The villages of the mountains raised buckwheat and rye, a big crop with potatoes, maze, oats, cattle, sheep, and hogs. Chief of his village as well as Chief of the Northeastern regional Forestry and Parks Services, Ranger Captain Glenn; like his people, are also members of the Northwestern Indian Confederacy in the Mountains of Pennsylvania, New York,and Canada. The tribal members are The Cree, The Creek, The Ottawa, The Seminole, The Huron, The Cherokee, The Algonquian, The Ojibwa, The Shawnee, and The Lenape Nations. Glenn continues his leadership in the protection of his people, their land, their tribal beliefs, and their heritage. Glenn’s mother was of Creek/Seminole descent while his father was the Tribal Chief of The Shawnee-Lenape (Munsee-Minisink) of Ontario Canada and the Poconos.
Glenn, a strikingly tall, slender, well muscled, powerful man of more than 6ft. in height, was requested by officials to assist the Philadelphia Fairmount Park Commission and its’ staff of Park Rangers, on a case to which he has the greatest expertise, big game and bears. There were rumors of an enormous beast roaming about. Several of the parks’ city rangers were tight-lipped about some of the strange things that have recently been discovered in the area. Expensive shrubbery and some of the exotic plants were destroyed along with missing wildlife as well. These happenings were occurring a few weeks before the North Philadelphia boys were attacked. On that day is when he and Captain Samuel Willis were first introduced. The introduction was one of an informal atmosphere. The day of their meeting began with that awful and unfortunate fatal attack in ‘Fairmount Park,’ atop the hill on “Strawberry Mansion Drive.”
Fear was the factor in their meeting atop that hill, that particular day. His was an expertise of rare quality. No one knew bears and wildlife the way he did. This ranger could tell what kind of animal, plant, or bug that ever left a trace of anything, anywhere. He was a natural for his job. He was one of a kind. He was…is the best of the best. Gerald Glenn was not a city boy, albeit his educational endeavors and early work environment began in the brick and mortar jungle of mayhem, danger, and deceit. When the opportunity arrived, and allowed him to work out in the “great-outdoors,” mostly in park-lands, fields, streams, lakes, rivers, and mountainous regions. He loved it.
Gerald didn’t study nature or the natural habitat in college. He was a natural. After all, he did grow up in the Pocono Mountain part of the state. His tenure in Alaska came about when another opportunity of animal complaint and an invitation to investigate crossed his career path. Bear attacks were not necessarily common-place in the Yukon, but they did occur. They were mostly caused by man-made carelessness. Learning to navigate and travel in those types of terrain were exactly what The Ranger craved. Some would say that he was anti-social. Gerald Glenn simply didn’t like the bullshit that man and his hypocritical way of life had to offer. Animals, according to the ranger, didn’t go around killing each other just for the sake of killing. They had purpose to their natural order of life. They only killed when they needed to eat or defend themselves. Man killed for the sport of it, hypocrisy, jealousy, and/or selfishness were the culprits…the children of Mammon.
Gerald Glenn, Genailia Francis, and Willice Samuel walked through the patch of rhododendron and azalea bushes to examine the grassy spot near the Strawberry Mansion Bridge. Ranger Glenn removed the sample of plant leaf and soil from a plastic bag while pointing to the spot he had examined during the initial search around the cherry blossom tree. Professor Vernon Rockford entered the hunt alongside the team a wee bit later. The paw-print, nearly gone after being exposed for more than ten days, gave Francis and Samuel a fright. Now the captain knew why the ranger had that strange look on his face the day the boys were attacked. “Damn, do they actually grow to be that big?” The ranger gave Willis a look, and answered, “You’d better know it! In the Yukon, they grow bigger than that!”
The regatta has been held annually on the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, since 1953. The Dad Vail Regatta is the largest regular intercollegiate rowing event in the United States, drawing over a hundred colleges and universities from North America. It was renamed the Aberdeen Dad Vail Regatta in 2010 for new sponsor Aberdeen Asset Management, a Scottish investment firm whose U.S. operations are headquartered in Center City Philadelphia. A regatta is a series of boat races. The term typically describes racing events of rowed or sailed water craft, although some powerboat race series are also called regattas. A regatta often includes social and promotional activities which surround the racing event, and except in the case of boat type (or “class”) championships, is usually named for the town or venue where the event takes place. Oh yes, this major event wasn’t exempt from this invasion of the monster bruins.
On that memorable day, Captain Willice Samuel; just before meeting his new life-long friend; stood looking over the edge of the cliff, peering down onto the East river Drive. The screaming sirens of emergency vehicles filled the normally quiet environment of park life. Speeding past the stopped traffic below, the EMR vehicles made their way up the hill to the spot where the kids were playing. The Strawberry Mansion Bridge was at a stand-still as was the East River Drive traffic. Nothing and no one was being allowed to move through the area. Traffic backed up all over. Ridge Avenue was being over-run with the over flow of rush hour traffic. Both river drives, East and West, were backed up in the East Falls area of Midvale Avenue into Henry Avenue. The downtown out bound traffic was a mess. The local news on automobile radios reported the traffic mess as an accident in the park.
Willice Samuel’s family arrived up North from Georgia by way of Winnsboro, South Carolina. The family settled in Coatesville Pennsylvania, in or about April 1911.
Willice’s Great-Great Grandfather talked about a lynching and burned atthe stake murder of a Black Man by a mob of white men who wore masks. He said the Black Man; named Zachariah Walker was accused of shooting to death a white cop; named Edgar Rice. He was supposed to have been a special police officer in Coatesville.
He went on to say, “The Colored Man was chased and treed in the woods in or near the Robert Faddis Woods near Youngsburg. The Black Man tried to shoot himself in the head, but failed. They took the Black Man to the hospital were his injuries were treated. A gang of white men broke the window in the main hallway, corralled the police officer guarding him and dragged the Black Man from his sick bed to the Sarah Jane Newland Farm just to the right of the road and almost directly opposite the farmhouse. In a grass field about fifty feet from the road, they gathered dried Chestnut Rails and old fencing to build a fire. It took all of three minutes to get the fire up to a height of ten feet or more. They asked him if he had any last words…he didn’t. He was then thrown into the fire. The flames burned his clothes and seared his flesh – he managed to leap from the fire-pile and jump over a fence. They caught him and tied a rope around his neck and dragged him back onto the burning fire. Walker tried two more times to get out of the bonfire. He tried to get out of the seething furnace of hell. But he was beaten and pulled back on the burning pile with each try.”
Great-Great-Grandpa continued on with the graphic details. “The sickening smell of burning flesh permeated the air. Folks came from all around to see and take pictures of the burning Black Man. They laughed and drank liquor. Their children had fun too. This all happened on or around Saturday April 12, 1911…we packed and moved to Philadelphia.” The Willice’s are descendants of America’s lucrative Industry of Black Slavery.
Seventeen-year-old Helen S. Bishop (a white woman) was robbed, raped, and had her throat cut by someone. Helen Bishop was the daughter of Rev. Dr. Elwell and Clara Bishop. On June 15th, 1903 the police arrested George F. White an ex-convict and a Black man for the assault. On June 16th Helen Bishop died of her injuries, the coroner’s return of a death report put the cause of death as “ Shock Caused By Maltreatment.” George White was moved to the newly built workhouse in Price Corners. The public was inflamed over the girl death and demanded an immediate trial for George White.
The Sunday, June 21st, Sermon of the Reverend Robert A. Elwood (Wilmington Olivet Presbyterian Church) was a fiery one in which he showed blood-stained leaves from the site of Helen Bishop’s assault. He called for swift justice. Ellwood had came to Wilmington in 1899 and assumed the pastorate of the Olivet Presbyterian Church. He was known for his sensational methods in delivering sermons etc. at one time he was involved in charges of doing violence to church law but was acquitted on trial by the New Castle Presbytery.
Ellwood would say afterwards; “I am very sorry it happened as it did. I believe the man should have had a legal trial, but I also believe that he should have had a speedy trial. The lesson we can learn from last night’s outbreak is that people are tired of the delays of the law.”
On June 22nd at 10pm there was an attack by several thousand people on the New Castle County workhouse. This was at a time when Wilmington had about 11,000 people of which 70% was white. The police knew it was coming and reinforced the workhouse staff. They attempted to repel the attackers with water hoses and shooting over their heads. In the mob was 15 year old Peter Smith. He was hit in the back with a bullet and died on June 24th from the wound. He was the son of Michael and Fannie Smith.
The mob broke into the workhouse and took George White from his cell. They tied him up and took him back to the scene where Helen Bishop was killed. He gave a confession that he cut the throat of Helen Bishop. He was tied to a stake and a fire was started. He broke loose at least once when the fire had burnt the ropes on his legs and he was caught, beat, and thrown back in the fire. It was over with by 2 AM. The fire could be seen from the porch of Helen Bishop’s parents.
The next day thousands of people visited the scene of the lynching. Some sifted thru the ashes for relics ranging from bones to a foot to pieces of burnt wood. The coroner visited the scene and picked up the largest parts which was a small portion of the trunk and a couple of charred bones.
Most people involved started the excuse process the day after the lynching; Judges said they couldn’t have done a speedy trial. The Police said they couldn’t stop several thousand people from breaking into the work house. Everyone said the leaders of the Lynching were from out of state, not us. In general, Delaware said it was an unfortunate circumstance.
The mother of Helen Bishop, Clara, would die due to the shock of the event within the next couple of years.”
In another racial incident; community members are outraged after a high school team experienced blatant racism during a championship game Saturday. The game took place between Orange Glen High School and Coronado High School in California. After the game, which Coronado won, Orange Glen Head Coach Chris Featherly said Coronado Head Coach J.D. Laaperi made disrespectful remarks toward both him and his players, but that’s not all. Coronado supporters took the sports rivalry to another level when they threw tortillas at Orange Glen players, who are mostly Latino, The San Diego Union-Tribune reported.
Videos shared on social media depict at least two players from Coronado, a predominantly white school, throwing tortillas. According to The San Diego Union-Tribune, witnesses shared that there were several heated moments on and off the court during the game that preceded the tortilla incident. While the school board and school district discussed disciplinary action against the students involved in the tortilla throwing Tuesday, no action against them was taken The San Diego Union-Tribune reported. Instead, Laaperi, the head coach of the team that threw the tortillas was fired. Further comments on the incident, what action will be taken, and whether or not the incident will be deemed racist have not been made at this time. Members of the Orange Glen team, specifically the Latino players, were extremely disturbed, Orange Glen Assistant Coach Lizardo Reynoso told CBS San Diego. “They understand that there’s a lot of racism and hate going on today, but to top that off with a defeat after working so hard all year, it’s like a slap in the face,” Reynoso said.
The school district has since apologized, but that doesn’t make the experience any better for the students and those who attended the game. “The Trustees of the Coronado Unified School District acknowledge these acts to be egregious, demeaning and disrespectful,” the district said in a letter to Orange Glen Monday. The letter continued by noting that the trustees condemned “the racism, classism and colorism which fueled the actions of the perpetrators.”
The California Interscholastic Federation (CIF) also issued a statement noting that it would work with both schools to address the matter and take the “appropriate next steps.”
The Escondido Union High School District where Orange Glen is located also said it has been in contact with the Coronado Unified School District regarding what actions will be taken against those involved. The school boards plan to meet Tuesday to discuss the matter.
“Unfortunately a community member brought tortillas and distributed them which was unacceptable and racist in nature,” Laaperi said on Twitter. “I do not condone this behavior. Coronado High School does not condone this behavior and is already taking appropriate action.”
According to the Coronado Police Department, which was called to help clear the gym after the game, a man was identified as the individual responsible for bringing the tortillas to the game. “We are extremely disturbed by the behavior of some of those attending last night’s basketball game. Their actions are completely unacceptable,” the department said in a statement. Investigations into the incident are ongoing. While the school district vowed to take action and apologized for the incident, not every member of Coronado’s team believed the incident was wrong. The Chicano Federation shared an Instagram post by a Coronado High School basketball account that claimed the tortilla toss is not racist but known as a tradition at other schools. The since-deleted post compared tossing tortillas at players to tossing confetti.
According to a statement by the League of United Latin American Citizens (LULAC), this ideology is shared by members of the Coronado Parent-Teacher-Organization (PTO) Facebook who claimed that “throwing tortillas is like heaving ‘Frisbees’ or ‘graduation caps’ into the air as a ‘celebratory action’.”
“Coronado supporters are trying to play the victim here saying the reaction to the tortilla tossing is ‘extremely upsetting’ to them. Try walking in the shoes of those struck by their projectiles,” the statement issued by LULAC National President Domingo Garcia continued. The incident comes as the third of its kind that has been condemned as racist in San Diego County high school sports. Last year racist photos of students were circulated, with some depicting players holding up gang signs. In 2019, another incident occurred in which students from the football team were taunted with racial slurs, The San Diego Union-Tribune reported.
“We should have universal condemnation of this activity,” Assemblywoman Lorena Gonzalez-Fletcher said on Twitter while sharing her own daughter’s experience of racism as a student-athlete. Parents in SD County know that racist taunts against latino athletes are too commonplace. It’s time to stop it.
“Teach your kids not to be racist,” she continued. “Tortillas are for eating, not throwing.” Gonzalez-Fletcher also called for CIF officials to strip the school of its championship.
Others shared similar sentiments, including the California Latino Legislative Caucus leadership, which issued a statement Monday noting that “there must be consequences … We call on CIF to take strong action to hold the responsible students and school accountable for these hateful, violating acts,” the statement said.
Given the history of racism and consistent racist acts school members have committed in sports, advocates believe if the behavior is not punished, it will continue.
“Action needs to be taken, and I think the action should be that Coronado should forfeit that game,” Social justice advocate Enrique Morones said. “These hate acts, they got to be called out. We cannot accept it. These are young people. They obviously have been influenced maybe by their parents or their friends, and we got to call it out.
“If people find out exactly what happened, I believe that the majority of the community will be against these types of actions,” Morones said.
Ranger Gerald Glenn had a felling that something was wrong in Philadelphia. Something was wrong with his friend…he made arrangements to get back to Philly. While packing, the telephone rang. It was ‘Elizabeth,’ Willices’ wife. Willice was in the hospital, he’d been shot. The Ranger packed with an overwhelming sense of urgency, his plane leaves in two hours. It would take more than a rush for he and Genailia to get packed and out to the airport just in time to make the flight.
While we celebrate the; federal government and President Joseph Biden’s; Declaration of Juneteenth as a National Holiday, we must not lose sight of the ongoing work of true liberation still happening to get Black people equal access to the ballot, protection from murderous law enforcement, affordable reproductive care, freedom from over policing and mass incarceration, and fair immigration policy, among so many other examples of systemic racism that plague our communities.
Don’t know about Juneteenth? Read up on it folks, ask someone if they knew about this unmentioned Black Holiday. There’s more to institutionalized, standardized American culture than meets the eye; get a bit closer to realizing America’s promises to enslaved Africans and their descendants.
Meanwhile, the adventure of “Fairmount” continues. Captain Samuel Willis, Ranger Gerald Glenn, and team have faced the number one killer in the City of Philadelphia has brought them unwanted noteriety in the wake of saving the city from a most dangerously horrible killing machine. What’s harboring hatred for the team as the Ranger rushes back to Philadelphia in hopes of providing aid to his dear friend. His friend who has been seriously injured by gunfire…this plague upon mankind and civilization, Guns and Racism…in the highest order. At what end will these two professional law-men find peace in their lives, what do the racist fanatics have in store for them? Will they be able to overcome the forces that hunt them – threatening their lives and the lives of the ones they hold near and dear?
Follow the “Chronicles of Fairmount,” Terror in the Park and The Willis Samuel Investigations.
Til Next Time…
~ “SANKOFA” ~
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George Perry Floyd Jr. (October 14, 1973 – May 25, 2020) was an African American man murdered by a police officer during an arrest after a store clerk suspected he may have used a counterfeit $20 bill in Minneapolis. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_George_Floyd
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“The missing parts of the dead boys body was not found during the intensive search!”
This town; formerly the fourth-largest city in America; a hot-bed of sports champions and teams…the home of Champion Boxing greats, The Philadelphia Eagles in NFL Football, The 76r’s in Basketball, The Philadelphia Wings in Soccer, The Philadelphia Flyers in Hockey, The Phillies in Baseball, The Taney Street Dragons Little League Baseball Team, “Philly’s World Champions”; with many other fine sports teams and supporters; a strong and proud city of diverse people, Museums, Art Galleries, Restaurants of Highly Classed Cuisine(s) and Fine Culture; home to “The Rocky Statue and Balboa University.” A Philly neighbor to New Jersey; across the river, is separated by the Mighty Delaware River; slicing through Philly, the Energetic and Unrelenting ‘Schuylkill’ River running through it; hosting many ‘Sculls,’ and other types of boat races…in “Fairmount Park!”
“Villagers from ‘Persiapan Lawela,’ Indonesia, searched the area and found a 23 foot-long snake with a very swollen belly. The villagers killed the snake, cut it open, and found a woman inside.” The woman lived on Muna Island off the coast of Sulawesi.”
When the young woman didn’t return home that evening, her sister went out to find her. What she found was her sister’s footprints, flashlight, slippers, and machete. The villagers were actually concerned about wild boars that continually ravaged their food production. They had been worried about them initially because they’d been destroying the villages crops and digging up the fields as well. They dug large holes decimating the roots of the planted orchards.
Reticulated pythons were known to be a common entity in the area. Pythons are the longest snake in the world and usually only eat smaller mammals. Albeit, a similar incident happened last year to a farmer from the nearby village. He too, had been swallowed whole by a giant snake. The woman probably didn’t die inside the snake: A reticulated python normally secures its prey with a bite, then wraps its body around the victim, squeezing down until the victim cannot breathe, before consuming, according to many snake and reptile researchers.
The family was trapped inside of their car on a Saturday afternoon. The family had been traveling along a lonely road in the mountains of Pennsylvania. They pulled over to rest from their long trip. Lunch was in order while two of the children ran off in search of a spot to “Potty.” It wasn’t long before a large Grizzly came running down the hill between the trees. The kids tool off running and screaming for their parents. The huge brown bruin was fast on there tails. They reached the rest stop along the road where they parked the car. The parents gathered as many of their possessions as possible. They hustled their children into the vehicle, leaving the basket of food behind. The foodstuffs contained fried chicken, an assortment of cold-cut sandwiches, and a full compliment of fruits, pies, juices, candies, chips, and such. The bear attacked the car. The animal appeared to be at least five to seven hundred pounds at nearly seven to eight feet in height. It was massive! The little car shook violently, nearly tipping over several times. The beast then turned its attention away from the terrified and screaming family inside the ‘Toyota.’ The smell of food attracted him more then the live delicacies locked inside the metal thing on wheels.
Luck was in the favor of the people trapped inside that car. The thick, black and brown, shaggy haired monster, growled and roared back at the group of folks in the car. He then sauntered off, failing to look back at the people who supplied him the free lunch; with the basket of goodies in its jaws.
“Central Park is bordered by Central Park North at 110th Street; Central Park South at 59th Street; Central Park West at Eighth Avenue; and Fifth Avenue on the east. The park is adjacent to the neighborhoods of Harlem to the north, Midtown Manhattan to the south, the Upper West Side to the west, and the Upper East Side to the east. It measures 2.5 miles (4.0 km) from north to south and 0.5 miles (0.80 km) from west to east. Central Park is an urban park in New York City located between the Upper West and Upper East Sides of Manhattan. It is the fifth-largest park in the city by area, covering 843 acres (341 ha). It is the most visited urban park in the United States, with an estimated 42 million visitors annually, and is the most filmed location in the world.”
“Fairmount Park,” (rivaled only by ‘New York’s Central Park)…is Home to ‘The First National Zoo in America!’
“Fairmount Park, Philadelphia’s first park, occupies 2,052 acres (830 ha) adjacent to the banks of the Schuylkill River. Fairmount Park is the largest municipal park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and the historic name for a group of parks located throughout the city. Fairmount Park consists of two park sections named East Park and West Park, divided by the Schuylkill River, with the two sections together totaling 2,052 acres (830 ha). Management of Fairmount Park and the entire citywide park system is overseen by Philadelphia Parks & Recreation, from the merger of the Fairmount Park Commission and the Department of Recreation. Many other city parks had also been historically included in the Fairmount Park system, including Wissahickon Valley Park in Northwest Philadelphia, Pennypack Park in Northeast Philadelphia, Cobbs Creek Park in West Philadelphia, Franklin Delano Roosevelt Park in South Philadelphia and 58 additional parks, parkways, plazas, squares and public golf courses spread throughout the city. The term “Fairmount Park System” is no longer used by the Parks & Recreation department, and the adjacent Wissahickon Valley Park and all other park areas are considered completely separate entities.”
The news media took the ball and ran with it. The headlines blasted the story of the attack of Czepaky and her children on the front pages of their respective papers. Television news programs portrayed the mother and her children as their leading news story. Radio news did likewise. And still they did not mention Lindsey Irvin. The zoo officials blasted Professor Rockford’s account of a creature the size and magnitude as described. “It is impossible for a bear to be roaming around in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park…even with its vast resources and acreage. A Kodiak Bear is highly unlikely to be roaming about in this part of the country. It’s the middle of November for Christ Sake…bears hibernate in the winter.” A reporter from one of Philly’s papers was hanging around after the mayor’s meeting. The reporter fired a question to the zoo official. “How do you explain the attack on the woman and her kids?” “And what about the little Black Kid that was killed a few weeks ago?” “You did say bears hibernate in the winter…what about Professor Rockford’s explanation of bears stirring and taking a walk while sleeping in the winter?” “What about the people who saw the thing…how do you explain all that?” The zoo officials walked out of the room and down the stairway to the parking area. The reporter headed towards the police commissioner who was standing just outside the Mayor’s Office, a few feet from the meeting room. He then asked the commissioner about the way the meeting was held. “Commissioner Talis, do you think the meeting was utilized for public safety or for personal gain?” Talis glared at the reporter who also attracted other reporters that were hanging about in the corridor. He thought carefully before answering, “I think the mayor knows what she is doing. However, I feel that it should have been handled a bit more privately – my concerns are public safety – public panic…especially with the upcoming walk-athons, regattas, and general park users. I’m afraid of public panic over this situation. Personal gain is not on my agenda…now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” The reporter fired back while pursuing the commissioner to the official user’s elevator, “what did you think about the professors’ presentation…what about the Black Kid?” The commissioner answered, “the presentation was informative…I could have gotten that stuff from the zoo people”…the elevator doors closed. The reporter, himself Black, wondered about today’s events as he double-checked his digital voice recorder. He also wondered, while walking down the stairwell of City Hall, how the family of Lindsey Irvin was dealing with the latest attack.
“Captain Willice Samuel” stood looking over the edge of the cliff,peering down onto the East river Drive. The screaming sirens of emergency vehicles filled the normally quiet environment of park life. Speeding past the stopped traffic below, the EMR vehicles made their way up the hill to the spot were the kids were playing. The Strawberry Mansion Bridge was at a standstill as was the East River Drive traffic. Nothing and no one was being allowed to move through the area. Traffic was backed up all over. Ridge Avenue was being over-crowed with the over flow of rush hour traffic. Both river drives, East and West, were backed up into the East Falls area of Midvale Avenue into Henry Avenue. The downtown out bound traffic was a mess. The local news on automobile radios reported the traffic mess as an accident in the park. They were not aware of the trouble that was amiss. Emergency vehicles were parked at the spot were the body of ‘Malcolm Xavier’ lay at bottom of the twelve hundred ft drop from the cliff of the Strawberry Mansion roadway. The first EMR personnel on the scene could not believe their eyes.
The Forrest Ranger walked over to the Police Captain and stood right in front of him and quietly requested his attention. The two men walked to another side of the search area for the private conversation. Gerald Glenn has been a Forrest Ranger for more than twenty years. Four of those years, his assignment had been the Northeastern Pennsylvania Region. Ranger Glenn knows everything about everything in the wild, from its greenery to the smallest of animals. Ranger Glenn pointed to something on the ground next to one of the Cherry Blossom trees, a print of something large was present. A few feet away in a southwesterly direction, off the roadway of Strawberry Mansion Drive, another large print was found. One of the CSI Investigators spoke to himself aloud, “What the fuck is this thing?” Ranger Glenn noticed the look on the face of the investigator. He and Captain Samuel walked swiftly to where the man was standing and staring. They joined the investigator in his bewilderment. Gerald Glenn leaned on the thick trunk of the Cherry Blossom tree and thought to himself, “I know this print…they’ll never believe me when I tell them!” The ranger walked to the other side of the drive and bent over to see the mark of something on a patch of rhododendrons. He could not believe what he was starring at. The mark on the bushes and grass gave him no room for doubt. The size of the mark and footprint was at least four times the size of the beast that Ranger Glenn was familiar with. He just didn’t know how to begin to explain exactly what kind of danger this community, this area, this city would be in if he were to be correct. The horrified look on his face was a dead giveaway to the other investigators. They wondered what it was that scared the ranger.
The larger than life beast, silhouetted by the full moonlight, burst from the thicket in hot pursuit of the inquisitive bush- searching officer. The unfrozen motorists ran for their cars. One of the female motorists became a pillar of screams. The cars attempted to flee…but could not due to the police cruisers blocking the westbound lanes of the West River Drive. The Giant Kodiak roared. The sound was deafening. It sounded like thunder and lightning as the monster crashed and cracked tree limbs with its massive frame. The beast roared again and showed its glistening seven-inch fangs that dripped with spittle and foam. It attacked the cruiser of the escaping cop while he was still in it. The cop sat in horror – screaming into the radio’s microphone. The officer never had an opportunity to draw his service weapon, glock 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The over-whelming attacker hit the driver side door with a swipe of its right tree-trunk sized arm. The thick paw housed eight-inch claws. The driver side door of the car crumpled as glass shattered from its window. The second blow from the beast ripped the door from the car completely. The door disappeared into the night. The third swipe brought the helpless cop into the jaws of the giant. The blood curdling screams of the man pierced the otherwise quiet nighttime air. Blood gushed from the mouth, ears, and eyes of the bears prey as the beast’s punch-press jaws cracked the rib cage and ripped his middle with the seven-inch fangs. The Kodiak’s jaws were massive…several thousand pounds of lightning fast jaw muscle crushed the officer’s torso like teeth cutting a potato chip. The innards were ripped out with the splashing of blood, flew everywhere as the beast began to dine. The bears mouth was so large that it enabled the envelopment of the large mans’ entire mid-section. The second cop, as were the witnessing motorists, was frozen in horror as he was forced to watch his partner being eaten alive. He fired his weapon at the beast to no avail. The officer emptied his service weapon into the back of the ravaging behemoth with no affect. The animal, annoyed at this nuisance, turned and looked at the thing that was interfering with its meal. The large red and white moonlit hate filled eyes sent ice water through the veins of the assaulting officer. The animal stood on its hind legs, looking down on the hapless being. Fifteen feet of bristled fur and muscle was too much for the eyes of the officer to drink…standing on its hind legs, the beast swung its massive paw and flipped over what was left of the dead cops cruiser. The flying car missed the surviving officer by mere inches. The police officer was frozen with fear as he starred at the glistening fangs…white as ivory, dripping blood and guts. The officer attempted to re-load his weapon while the approaching animal descended upon him. Before the cop could look up again, the mouth of the bear engulfed the human from head to waist. One bite of its vicious cavernous jaws left the lower half of the man standing…the limp remains, waist to feet, dropped to the pavement in a bloody heap. The lower half of the man was picked up by the beast with its jaws and carried off as the animal glared back at the remaining fright-filled, dumb-founded, and frozen motorists. The monster bear sauntered off towards the rivers edge; its jaws dripped human blood and human legs dangled as it disappeared into the river-brush.
Another report showing a woman walking toward a grizzly bear at Yellowstone National Park who then charged her, the National Park Service launched an investigation. The woman appeared to disregard the park rule to stay at least 100 yards from bears at all times. In footage captured by a tourist, filming the scene from her car, Watching the woman walk up to the bear with the intention of taking a photo despite warnings to her that she was too close. The large brown grizzly then charged at her, as she calmly walked away, getting into her car after the incident. Certainly, she was a very lucky person or simply the strangest fool ever seen.
“I saw him and he saw me at the same time, and it was damned scary,” the man said by phone on Wednesday from his hospital bed in Anchorage, a day after being mauled by the bear in a chance encounter. The mauling left him with a crushed jaw, puncture wounds in his scalp so deep that the doctor said he could see bone, lacerations and many stitches after a 4½-hour surgery. He also is wearing a patch over his right eye and says the doctors are worried about him losing it.
It all happened during an encounter he estimated only lasted about 10 seconds. After that the man said he probably startled the bear that Tuesday morning, just off the Richardson Highway, near the small community of Gulkana, about 190 miles (306 kilometers) northeast of Anchorage, Alaska. The bear, which he said was larger than 300-pound (136-kilogram) ‘Black Bears”; he had ever seen before, charged and closed the ground between him and his buddy, in a just few swift seconds!
The hospital bound man said that he tried to dodge behind small spruce trees. That didn’t stop the bear. He went through them. The injured man continued, as the bear got closer, the man’s friend stated that he held up the pointed end of his surveying pole and pushed it toward the bear to keep it away from him. He said the monstrous bear simply knocked it to the side with a forceful blow, knocking me to the ground.
“As he lunged up on top of me, I grabbed his lower jaw to pull him away while it attempted bitting me,” he said. “That’s how he got a puncture wound in his hand. “But he tossed me aside, and grabbed half of my face.” Man did it ever hurt! The pain was terribly unbearable.
“He took a small bite and then he took a second bite, and the second bite is the one that broke my bones, crushing my right cheek,” he continued explaining. When the bear let go, I turned my face to the ground and put my hands over my head. And then the beast simply turned and walked away. I think the bear left because he no longer perceived us as a threat!”
They both concurred.
“So you’re telling me is all we needed is a ‘C-4’ pack and a couple of whirly-bird yahoos to dispose of this beast, is that right Mr. Agent?” Glenn wasn’t even looking at the man. He was looking at the hole and burn scene while his gazing glances took his focused view to the ledge above. The bomb exploded with a thunderous Earth trembling boom… The flash and whoosh of the after affect caused the gas cloud to evaporate. The heat from the blast cooked the pavement, the rocks, the foliage and trees, the air and everything in a circle of about fifty-five to sixty feet. The blast and burn was a perfect circumference – a perfect and complete circle. Albeit, the blast erupted and expired as planned by the security team, there was no target. It was utterly and completely gone. They couldn’t find anything, not one bone or hair sample. A National Guard chopper swung in over head. It carried a large satchel. The bag contained explosives…C-4 Plastique. The bomb was much like the one used on the ‘MOVE Compound.’ Move harassed and demonized an entire community in West Philadelphia. Prior to Osage Avenue, the city had a running gun battle with MOVE when the organization occupied a house and mini-fort in ‘Powelten Village,’ also in West Philly, not very far from Osage Avenue. A cop was killed and many of the MOVE members went to jail. The authorities blew up and burned an entire neighborhood, killing several men, women, and children in the offensive assault on the building the group occupied on Osage Avenue. The tragic incident occurred under the administration of a very well liked mayor, a few decades ago. The order went out to “Blow His Ass to Smithereens!”
The forest service says it has received reports of increased bear encounters. “Bears are apparently tracking hikers in National Forests and stealing their food, personal gear, and several backpacks. The bears will often stay in the area of the incident for multiple hours, possibly days, depending on availability of food sources. Black and Brown bears are opportunistically looking for food that campers and trail users bring on their trips.” People who are confronted by bears should try and intimidate the animal by “yelling and waving your arms,” experts say, as well as “using any object available” to fight back. Bears are naturally afraid of humans, bears habituated to human food can begin to associate human scents with the reward of food. Due to this, bears can become a threat to humans, property, and themselves…especially dangerous are the ones who have tasted human blood!”
The Black Bear had been walking with her two cubs atop a fence at a home in Bradbury, east of Los Angeles; in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. Footage from the yard showed the family’s four dogs running out to yap at the bears. Although the cubs bolted and mama bear turned to follow, she also began to swipe at the dogs below.
The dog the bear grabbed was in the mouth of the mama bear! “She’s my baby,” Screamed the young woman!
“I go over to the bear. I look it in the eyes…I have to protect the baby!” The 17-year-old California girl was caught on a video recording. She was seen shoving a large bear off her fence after the animal took a swipe at her dogs. “The first thing I think to do is push it! And to be honest, I don’t think I pushed her that hard, I just pushed her enough to make her lose her balance.” The bear fell off the fence and the young woman grabbed the pup and ran like crazy. “It worked out, but it also could’ve gone badly wrong for all of us! “Don’t do what I did, you might not have the same outcome – Do not push bears!”
A Brown Bear had been following a female bear around all day, in Yellowstone, and was reported to have charged about 6 cars throughout the day when people blocked the bear’s path. Apparently, the sow would cross the road and then people would pull their car up in front of the bear to get photos, blocking the male from reuniting with his girlfriend. Getting between a grizzly and what it wants can be bad news. Even after this bruin charged the ranger, several visitors and photographers were standing along the road, watching the sow leave, despite not knowing where the male had gone.
In recorded video footage, a Park Ranger is surprised by the male bear’s sudden charge and takes cover behind his truck and fires what presumably are rubber bullets at the bear. The bear flees into the forest and is discouraged from reemerging by the ranger, now igniting louder explosive devices. The video footage that surfaced, was showing a Yellowstone National Park Ranger firing projectiles at a grizzly bear after the bruin had charged him as he was outside his vehicle attempting to control traffic.
Philadelphia: A city immersed in its pride of being a diverse unwavering metropolis, possessing enormous bursts of wonderment, appreciation, adventure, and imagination. Fairmount Park, a vast outdoor world of the old and the new… a wilderness of discovery; a fanciful land of activities for the whole family, oriented in friendship – “Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection!” A soulful experience for all who take part in venturing forth, partaking of its wonderful pleasures… offerings of bountiful majesty; gifted to one and all, by ‘Mother Nature’ and the ‘Grace of God!’
“My goodness, Mr. Gregory Boulware, your back cover blurb doesn’t prepare us for the interior. Thank you – and your author photo is beautiful also!“
Mr. Boulware is an excellent storyteller and, with definite twists and turns, this book is not for the faint hearted. Gruesome and grizzly, but at the same time highly readable, at no time does the story fall flat. I had a couple of problems with quote marks/direct speech, but in no way does that detract from a very readable story. Gregory’s interview at the end is excellent and gives added insight into the author’s abilities.”
This town; formerly the fourth-largest city in America; a hot-bed of sports champions and teams…the home of Champion Boxing greats, The Philadelphia Eagles in NFL Football, The 76r’s in Basketball, The Philadelphia Wings in Soccer, The Philadelphia Flyers in Hockey, The Phillies in Baseball, The Taney Street Dragons Little League Baseball Team, “Philly’s World Champions”; with many other fine sports teams and supporters; a strong and proud city of diverse people, Museums, Art Galleries, Restaurants of Highly Classed Cuisine(s) and Fine Culture; home to “The Rocky Statue and Balboa University.” A Philly neighbor to New Jersey; across the river, is separated by the Mighty Delaware River; slicing through Philly, the Energetic and Unrelenting ‘Schuylkill’ River running through it; hosting many ‘Sculls,’ and other types of boat races…in “Fairmount Park!”
The time is now…your time…our time, an un-yielding vast and everlasting holistic experience across the region. A Philadelphia Story of Your Struggle(s), Our Struggle(s), The Struggles of Life In Philly! The exceptions to the rule are those who have no struggles, or so they say. Willice and his kin fare no differently than the average folk in and around town…like many in the law enforcement community and those of many Philadelphia Civil Servants ‘One Particular Servant!’
Philadelphia, “E Pluribus Unum,” – ‘Out of The Many, One!’ Unlike that of other cities, life had been good for many folks in spite of the massive gentrification, politicalizing, politicalized racial polarization, anarchy, crime, capitalization, gun-pollution, gun-addiction, drug-addiction, social desease, hunger, homelessness, incarceration, drug-czars and gangs, police brutality and corruption, state, city and private business white-collar crime and corruption, and a ‘God-Given Need for Salvation and Forgiveness. Not at all unlike other large cities across the nation. But, in this town of Philly, there is much to be offered…and received. There is great pride in home ownership here…(non-home-ownership is just as great a reward for residing in this place as well). There are four major universities of higher learning; with two major colleges, i.e., Philadelphia Community College; on Spring Garden Street with multiple satellite campus locations; and The Berean Institute College; (formerly of Girard Avenue, in the heart of North Philadelphia); in and around the Philadelphia surrounding area.
This town; formerely the fourth-largest city in America; a hot-bed of sports champions and teams…the home of Champion Boxing greats, The Philadelphia Eagles in NFL Football, The 76r’s in Basketball, The Philadelphia Wings in Soccer, The Philadelphia Flyers in Hockey, The Phillies in Baseball, The Taney Street Dragons Little League Baseball Team, “Philly’s World Champions”; with many other fine sports teams and supporters; a strong and proud city of diverse people, Museums, Art Galleries, Restaurants of Highly Classed Cuisine(s) and Fine Culture; home to “The Rocky Statue and Balboa University.” A Philly neighbor to New Jersey; across the river, is separated by the Mighty Delaware River; slicing through Philly, the Energetic and Unrelenting ‘Schuylkill’ River running through it; hosting many ‘Sculls,’ and other type of boat races…in “Fairmount Park!”
“Fairmount Park,” (rivaled only by ‘New York’s Central Park)…is Home to ‘The First National Zoo in America!’
“Fairmount Park, Philadelphia’s first park, occupies 2,052 acres (830 ha) adjacent to the banks of the Schuylkill River. Fairmount Park is the largest municipal park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and the historic name for a group of parks located throughout the city. Fairmount Park consists of two park sections named East Park and West Park, divided by the Schuylkill River, with the two sections together totalling 2,052 acres (830 ha). Management of Fairmount Park and the entire citywide park system is overseen by Philadelphia Parks & Recreation, from the merger of the Fairmount Park Commission and the Department of Recreation. Many other city parks had also been historically included in the Fairmount Park system, including Wissahickon Valley Park in Northwest Philadelphia, Pennypack Park in Northeast Philadelphia, Cobbs Creek Park in West Philadelphia, Franklin Delano Roosevelt Park in South Philadelphia and 58 additional parks, parkways, plazas, squares and public golf courses spread throughout the city. The term “Fairmount Park System” is no longer used by the Parks & Recreation department, and the adjacent Wissahickon Valley Park and all other park areas are considered completely separate entities.”
“Central Park is bordered by Central Park North at 110th Street; Central Park South at 59th Street; Central Park West at Eighth Avenue; and Fifth Avenue on the east. The park is adjacent to the neighborhoods of Harlem to the north, Midtown Manhattan to the south, the Upper West Side to the west, and the Upper East Side to the east. It measures 2.5 miles (4.0 km) from north to south and 0.5 miles (0.80 km) from west to east. Central Park is an urban park in New York City located between the Upper West and Upper East Sides of Manhattan. It is the fifth-largest park in the city by area, covering 843 acres (341 ha). It is the most visited urban park in the United States, with an estimated 42 million visitors annually, and is the most filmed location in the world.”
Philly, a city immersed in its pride of being a diverse unwavering metropolis, possessing enormous bursts of wonderment, appreciation, adventure, and imagination. Fairmount Park, a vast outdoor world of the old and the new…a wilderness of discovery; a fanciful land of activities for the whole family, oriented in friendship – “Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection!” A soulful experience for all who take part in venturing forth, partaking of its wonderful pleasures…offerings of bountiful majesty; gifted to one and all, by ‘Mother Nature’ and the ‘Grace of God!’
…But a deadly town non-the-less.
The time is now…your time…our time, an un-yielding vast and everlasting holistic experience across the region. A Philadelphia Story of Your Struggle(s), Our Struggle(s), The Struggles of Life In Philly! The exceptions to the rule are those who have no struggles, or so they say. Willice and his kin fare no differently than the average folk in and around town…like many in the law enforcement community and those of many Philadelphia Civil Servants; Willice has paid his dues many times over. He’s gone that extra mile a bit more times than expected, required, or unaccepted by many who serve. The trials and tribulations associated with his career climb and life goals, have forced him into a war with a beast no one could have ever possibly imagined. Quadrupled with his fight against the systematic engine designed to keep him and people of his particular persuasion in a set place…their place. He labored with the struggle in hanging onto his his job, his family, his life, and his steadfast dedication to his vows of protecting the people, his never-ending fight against the very people with whom he is forced to deal and work along-side, each and every day.
“Willice Samuel’s family arrived up North from Georgia by way of Winnsboro, South Carolina. The family settled in Coatesville Pennsylvania, in or about April 1911.
Willice’s Great-Great Grandfather talked about a lynching and burned at the stake murder of a Black Man by a mob of white men who wore masks. He said the Black Man; named Zachariah Walker; was accused of shooting to death a white cop, named Edgar Rice. He was supposed to have been a special police officer in Coatesville. The Willice’s are descendants of America’s lucrative Industry of Black Slavery.”
He worked with those who conspired against him, those who wished him humiliated and destroyed. They wish to send a clear and strong message, it’s meaning…”it is we who are in control…it is we who are the strong and controlling faction; while it is you, who are beneath us! It is you, who are destined to serve and remain subservient…forever! Willice Samuel will never be a role model for any…Black, Latino, Asian, or white…and anything in between!”
Willice wasn’t on any mission to make any major social changes…but did not, would not, will not run away or back-down from the challenge of protecting the unprotected.
The crime in the city is at an all-time high. Kids killing kids, in the city and the burbs as well. City’s across the nation are experiencing many ‘Youth Challenges’ coupled with the brash and emboldened mind-sets unleashed by the racist torrents of “white-supremacists” and spit-spewed hatred from the lips of an ‘two-timed-impeached, traitorous, treasonous, insurrectionist, ex-whitehouse commandant; the imitative representation of a “Free-World Leadership!” …”Agent Orange.”
The captain and his team of crime-fighters are also besieged with a desk full of corrupt and cold-cases that need to be posted from ‘red to black’ (in the squad duty room) in a hurry. They are beset with an onslaught of challenges while dealing with public backlash and case solving filibusters from City Hall, City Counsel, and Police Unions, as opposed to the offering of solutions. Organized crime and white-collar investigations are also part of the smorgas-borg of physical and mental assaults facing this team of “Crack-Crime-Fighters!”
If this captain of detectives and his team can tame the ravishing of a rampaging goliath sized beast, what can they possibly do against the strategy of a disciplined algorithm ‘juggernaut’ of a ‘well-oiled-organized-crime-spree’ initiated from multiple directions…the four-corners of the city?
They don’t know it, but these crime-ridden monsters of so-called human-kind, would be better served if they don’t cross the radar of Captain Willice Samuel and Associates…they’ll be a sorry lot it they don’t heed the warning…stay away from anything that would or will put you on a collision course to any and all cases…criminal cases handled by a “Willice Samuel Investigation!”
“If You Can’t Do The Time, Don’t Do The Crime – Willice is on the case!”
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