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‘Fairmount’Willis Samuel Investigations Pt. 7:

~ “Loose Ends” ~ 

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 

http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/336010/fairmount-willis-samuel-investigations-pt-7-loose-ends 

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’ 
(Pt. 7) 

~ “Loose Ends!” ~ 

Ref: “FAIRMOUNT” Chp. 22 “Dungeon Lair” – ‘Son of A Witch’ 

“This morning, I’m off to court.” Willis kissed Elizabeth, his wife, as he was preparing to exit the house. After entering his officially city assigned car, he radioed in to sign into shift. While traveling, the traffic light changed to red. He dialed up on the cars “hands-free mobile interface,” to his sergeant and case partner.

The phone rang and a voice answered.

“You got Me…speak on it!”

“Yo Warren.” 

“Hey man, what’s happenin…What’s going on Chief?” 

“Well ‘Good Brother,’ I’m off to face what I’ve been waiting for; for quite awhile, the last sentencing phase of the most horrible of case(s) to date. The sentencing part of the shit case from back in the day a bit; Oct. 2001 – Nov. 2011. I don’t know if you can ever forget the “Dungeon Queen Case” of Tacony. Could you?” 

“Hell no… How could anyone ever forget that shit boss? That bitch had the thing going on in that evil place… Right under the noses of all the folks in “Tacony” as well as the ‘Welfare,’ and ‘Social Security’ officials. I’m so glad that we were able to wrap up that shit-fucking case.” 

The ‘She-Devil’ “Linda Ann Weston” and company lured those poor bastards into that hell-fire-of-a-location on Longshore Ave. in the Tacony section of Philadelphia and three other cities as well. The case was investigated by the Social Security Administration, the Philly Police, The Office of the Inspector General, the FBI, and the IRS, and a couple other agencies, including Captain Willis Samuel.

When “Bitch-Weston” convinced the mentally handicapped individuals to move in, the game “was afoot!” She became the soul benefactor to the ill-gotten riches of deceptive devilment. She was privey to their ‘Social Security Benfits,’ as well as any and all ‘State Grants, disability benefits, and/or monies…i.e., becoming the “The Payee!”
Once in captivity, the gang would often move the victims to other locations, state-to-state in order to elude social services and other law enforcement agency detection. They intentionally targeted victims who were basically estranged from their families while offering them a place to stay…permanently.
When the victims attempted to launch an escape, eat something, or make protest to their confinement, they were punished with whippings, slappings, punches, kicks, stabbings, burnings, and/or other forms of deceptively evil and lascivious torture.

The U.S. Attorney’s office stated Weston, McIntosh, and the other gang members defrauded the Social Security Administration when they targeted, captured, and held captive the extremely vulnerable, mentally disabled adults who happened to be qualified to receive disability benefits, and converting them for their personal use.

Two deaths occurred with the resulting intentional mistreament. One of the victims died at the 2211 Glenview St. location, in the “Castor Gardens.” The other at the “4724 Longshore Avenue Apartment House” in Tacony: in the soiled sub-basement. The daughter of ‘Linda Ann Weston,’ “Jean McIntosh,” is expected to receive forty years to life, for her role in the horrifying case. She is thirty-eight years of age. The decade long racketeering enterprise led to a multi-count indictment of the leader and gang members as well. “The Dungeon Queen” has received life imprisonment with an additional eighty plus years…ending the nightmarish saga and torture of innocents; of this horrible creature and her most stupid lackeys.

“I’ll see ya after I leave the courthouse Warren…meanwhile we need to get a foot up on the disappearance of “Stevie Cliff, a.k.a., Sarah Millford,” The Don’s Mistress, where in hell has she vanished to? The other thing is that body in “Germantown.” I know we’re supposed to show a little bit of respect for our fallen brethren, but this killing has me wondering what in hell the dude was up to when he got involved with the neighborhood drug connection. Did he deserve what happened to him? I don’t know… All I know is that we have a dead body case to solve and we damned well better get to the bottom of this shit asap, or it’s our heads that will roll.”

“Cap., there is something fishy about their connection(s). His partner is not telling all that she knows…she knows something. What’s her involvement with this deal?”

“Don’t worry about it for now, we’ll get to her movements really soon. I know she’s dirty and she knows that I know she’s dirty…we’ll get it all in the wash…I’m out.”

The captain signed off.

Upon his leaving the Philadelphia Court House, before he could get to his car, his cell-phone went off…he’d just now turned it on. The other officers excitedly began screaming into their portable radio’s…a hot call came in to the police air-waves.

Two officers were reportedly hit by a man in a car in the “Tacony Section” of Philly!

The calls came in with loud with blustering reports of “POLICE FATALLY SHOOTS MAN AFTER HE HITS COPS WITH HIS CAR!” 

Willis was in his car by this time…updated report.

“Police said at four-ten p.m., six ‘PPD Narcotics Field Unit Officers’ were conducting surveillance on the 7100 block of Cottage St. They were preparing to execute a search warrant for narcotics on a Mr. Jeffrey Dennis, thrity-six years of age. He resided on that block. The detectives said that they noticed the subject driving a car in the area and attempted to stop the vehicle with their vehicles. The police were reported to have been operating three undercover vehicles at this time.

One officer shattered the window of the driver’s side door while the other discharged three rounds from his gun, striking Dennis in the head and left arm. Another officer demanded that the target shut off the his vehicle’s engine, demanding him to shut the fuck up and get out of the godamned car. They all said that he began striking their vehicles in an attempt to elude capture.”

Mr. Dennis was dead! He was pronounced dead at the scene when the rescue team arrived.

When supervisional officers arrived on the scene, the cops on assignment began to explain how the victim had attempted to hit them with his car. They said he was successful in striking three officers in his attempt to escape. One cop sustained a leg injury while the other two were being transported to area hospitals just as Captain Willis pulled up.

The description(s) to the incident seemed a bit out of the norm…and a bit too pat in light of what was in appearance at the scene and the explanation of a few witnesses.

They postponed this inquiry with stated public news reports of “the information being in its early stages, as it is and possibly will be subject to change.”

The radio screamed again…

“IN PROGRESS…A SHOOTING IN GERMANTOWN, ON GREENE ST., AT ABBOTTSFORD AVE., MAN DOWN!” And just as soon as I was headed to that location, another tragedy was squawked over the Police Communications Network… “ATTENTION…ATTENTION…ALERT…A CHILD HAS BEEN SHOT!” That call location was in the North Philly Section of town. How in hell could I be in two locations at the same time? Many of the evening shift are at the Tacony location and/or on other calls throughout the city. There was a stabbing in the “Point Breeze” area of South Philadelphia…another bad scene was in the Northeast part of town. That tragedy was a “Hit and Run.” The dead woman was aged sixty-four. The pickup truck was recovered along with the driver. That scene had to be secured and locked down. On the Boulevard, a van jumped the guard rail and was caught by its undercarriage, hanging off an overpass…it was fleeing the scene of a shooting investigation in “Olney.” 

“Warren…did you get that?” 

“Yeah Chief…on the way as we speak!” 

Til Next Time…

 

 

Part 8:
“A Reckoning Is A Coming” 

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Here’s A Really Big Reader (and Followers) Surprise Bonus! – “FAIRMOUNT”
Chapter #22, Page 119:

Chapter 22 – ~”Dungeon Lair”~ (The Dungeon Queen)

 

“FAIRMOUNT” – Terror In The Park!

No one could believe that she lied to school officials about the abuse, that she was crazy; she had him committed to the Eastern Pennsylvania State Psychiatric Institute because she wanted to collect an additional Supplemental Social Security check…
“She was the brains of everything, she was in control of everything! Man, she ran the whole fuckin thing…the fuckin, the suckin, the ass lickin, and toe suckin. She fucked me, him, her, and all of them! If you let her, if you allow her…she’ll fuck you too!”

A young twenty-seven year old Black man described “The Dungeon of Horror” re-telling the story of what his Momma did to him and many others during her hours of business and pleasure.

They titled him the “Son of a Witch.” Madam Weston’s son tried in vain to tell folks about the “Dungeon of Death – The Dungeon of Hell.”
The Department of Human Services knew whom and what she was when they released all of them into her custody.
The story was told to reporters by a boy who was experiencing his first taste of freedom and joy. He told of his escape from a dank, dark, and musty basement in Frankford. Frankford (Tacony) is located Northeast of center city Philadelphia.

Linda Ann Watson kept him and others chained for months at a time over a period of years. On many hungry occasions, the boy and his fellow prisoners survived on nothing but “Kool-Aid laced with drugs and Ramen noodles.” The drugs kept them groggy and controllable. The system failed them. The Family Court Judge, his department of human services caseworker, teachers, and school administrators, mental health professionals, and police repeatedly failed him and his siblings – they failed them all. The boy’s momma made him and his siblings scrounge for food. She forced them to steal from grocery stores. She imprisoned them for a whole year – down in that basement. The oppressive behavior caused the children to miss a whole year of schooling…and nothing was done about it. She gave them drinks blended with medications to make them sleep in order to maintain the reception of Welfare Checks. They’d wake up hours later knowing the drinks were laced…but they were thirsty – they had no other choice but to drink the stuff. They were constantly confused and disoriented. How were they to testify to anything? Who were they able to reach out to?
The young man described his mom as smart, manipulative, and conniving. She was able to pull the wool over the eyes and elude the authorities in at least four different states for a period not less than thirty years.

Gregory Thomas, Eddie Wright, Jean McIntosh, and the brains of the gang, Linda Ann Weston were finally arrested. They were charged with kidnapping and related offenses. The charges stem from the discovery of four mentally disabled adults in a dirty, urine-reeking sub-basement dungeon inside a ‘Tacony’ apartment building. The elaborate but simple scheme was established to steal the social security checks from the victims. With this twist and the DPW bennies from her drugged out kids, she and her cohorts were making a killing – living like kings.
A reporter allegedly took evidence from the crime scene, said a newswire report. She acquired a defense attorney to represent her while Wilbur H. Settimyer, Philadelphia’s District Attorney, called for a Grand Jury Investigation into the incident. The mayor and Harold R. Nicklestein, City Controller, made reference to the case when the question was posed by one of the attending reporters. They professionally dodged the question like it was the plague. They frowned and smiled when necessary while only answering with “We’re looking into it as we speak!” The report also unearthed the possible linking of the dungeon queen to the death of a woman who resided in Chester Gardens.
Weston’s son was an infant when his mom was arrested for imprisoning her sister’s boyfriend. She was reported to have locked him in a closet while starving him to death. The siblings were sent to live with a paternal grandmother. The young man stated an aunt abused him and his brothers, when they later went to live with her. The boy also said it was bad but worse when living with his mom.
“It was horrible – really horrible.” He fought back tears while pressing his fingers to his forehead and wiping his eyes.
His cousin, a good cousin, was startled by their appearance when they showed up at her door. He’d been living in the park. His face and hands were dirty. His hair was thick and unkempt. His clothes were filthy and ragged. He had foul order as well. He didn’t want to tell her about his mom, but she ventured a guess – she knew.
“At the end of the day, nobody wants to see their mother locked up.” 

The boy lived on the streets for a while. He hustled for chump-change by helping people carry groceries to their cars in the North Philly area.
“My cousin treated me like I was own son,” said the young man. She tried to get the kid back on track. She took him to a nearby public school, but the cops detained her and interfered with the positive progress. The school had a report that the cousin had kidnapped him. The ill-informed cops handcuffed the good woman. The boy pleaded with them to let her go. He told them how his Momma had beaten him and his siblings – they ran away. The principal called the boy’s mother. She was asked to come into the school for a meeting – she didn’t show. The cops went to the woman’s house in Frankfordshe was gone. The boy was allowed to remain with his cousin.
Working with school officials and Job Corp. representatives, his cousin gave her approval for his induction into the corp. The cousin and her sister drove the young man to the 30th Street Train Station. He was due to board a train to the program site in the Pocono Mountains.
While standing in the station, they were acutely surprised to see the boy’s mother walking quickly towards them. The boy’s eye’s widened in fear. They seemed the size of saucers. The horror of seeing Weston, “The Dungeon Queen,” he darted out of the station as she gave chase. He never once looked back. It was like seeing the demons of hell. That was the last time he saw his mother.
The cousin chased Weston, who was chasing the boy outside or the train station. The cousin caught up with the Dungeon Queen, tackled her to the ground and sat on her. Upon the takedown, the cousin realized she had a knife in her hand. The Dungeon Queen screamed in agony, “I wasn’t going to stab him – I wasn’t going to stab my son! I just don’t want him to go to no Job Corps – that’s all!” 
The Dungeon Queen feared that she would lose her son’s welfare checks if he went into the corp.; his checks were being mailed to the woman’s home in Frankford. The loss would slash her treasured income.
Despite all the kids’ been through, today he is a success story. He has been working at a West Philly restaurant for several years while becoming an assistant supervisor and crew chief. He said, “I come out from under it, I’m a better person. All we want out of this ordeal is for out mom to get better – to be sane.” 

“DHS asked us if we wanted to live with our mom or go into the system to live with other people – people who are safe.” 
They chose their mom. The kid was about ten years old then. He was in the fifth grade.
After serving about four years in jail for third degree murder, she was released. She went to court in an attempt to regain custody of her children. The children had no idea of what she was in jail for. DHS, however, did know. They knew exactly who she was and what she had done. They released the children into her custody anyway. They were all, at a young age, returned to their mom.
A family court judge approved the custody arrangement. A DHS caseworker was assigned to check in on the kid and his young siblings. He called to check in on them for a few months when they were first released into Weston’s custody.
A local Philadelphia newspaper reporter attempted to interview the DHS spokesperson that declined to speak. She said state confidentiality laws prohibited her from talking about the case – any DHS case. 
The reporter attempted to make contact with the caseworker. He didn’t return the telephone messages. However, his wife did pick up the telephone on one repeated call. She confirmed that her husband was or at least had once been the children’s caseworker. At that particular time, the kid, his two siblings and two half siblings, both infants, did live with their mother.
“Basically, she couldn’t feed us – she couldn’t take care of us,” said the young man of their precarious situation. The kid also said he tried running, but never got far. Weston always caught up with him, until his final escape. His sister was forced to do, as their mother ordered of she would be chained down in the basement like he. She was also a victim. It got to the point where he felt as if his sister’s back was up against the wall, as she got older.
“I guess she felt obligated to our mom,” he said.

The cops said the kid was attending the ‘Roberto Clemente Middle School’ when his mother locked him in the basement for a year. After she freed him, a ritual of hers, she would move him to another school.
The kid added, “I tried to talk with teachers about our situation – our abuse, but they wouldn’t listen.”
A spokesman for the Philly school district, said the district doesn’t have access to DHS records – and even if they did, if there were abuse complaints in his file; confidentiality laws would prevent him from discussing the case.
The school officials did set up parent-teacher meetings. The kid’s mother told them “He was basically psychotic.” She later had him committed to the Eastern Pennsylvania Psychiatric Institute. She claimed, “He was crazy and hearing things.”
They released him once they found out he wasn’t crazy. They felt he was sane. The release decision made Weston feel more frustrated because they wouldn’t give her an SSI check.
The kid turned sixteen years old on July 4, 1998. His mother unchained him and allowed him up out of the basement – to do laundry. He then went outside in the backyard of the Frankford home to hang clothing on a clothesline. He jumped the fence, ran and never looked back.
He was in survival mode. At the time, he said he felt bad about leaving his siblings. There was nothing he could do. He savored the ‘Boyz II Men’ concert and the fireworks display out in Fairmount Park. He was relished by the warm summer air and freedom.

“Til Next Time”… 

Part 8:
“A Reckoning Is A Coming” 

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#BoulwareBooks 
Twitter
https://twitter.com/hashtag/BoulwareBooks?src=hash

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‘The Platforms of “Boulware Publications, Data Information, and Entertainment Enterprises”
~BoulwareEnterprises~
http://www.BoulwareEnterprises.com
https://about.me/gregory_boulware

“Article Posting Sites” 
https://www.blogger.com/profile/10910946197037982583 
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/
http://www.linkedin.com/pub/gregory-boulware/10/435/44b
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7237172.Gregory_V_Boulware
http://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/GregoryVBoulware
http://www.wattpad.com/user/GregLitideas
https://literarygreg10xsmenow.tumblr.com/ 
http://koobug.com/GregoryVB_Author?p1498 
https://about.me/gregory_boulware
http://www.pinterest.com/writerauthor6bk/pins/ 
https://plus.google.com/111976345290342184104 
http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/GVBoulware/all 
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009002895659 
http://ezinearticles.com/?expert_bio=Gregory_V._Boulware

~The Connect Platform~ 
http://hbcu.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608 
http://blackhistory.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608
http://hbcuconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608 
http://blackwomenconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608
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http://chocolatepagesnetwork.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608
http://escapeintotheword.connectplatform.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608

“Amazon” 
http://www.amazon.com/Gregory-V.-Boulware/e/B00OI16PDI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
https://authorcentral.amazon.com/gp/profile 
http://www.authorsden.com/gregoryvboulware

And

“Twitter” 
https://twitter.com/AuthorBoulwareG 
https://twitter.com/hashtag/BoulwareBooks?src=hash
https://twitter.com/AuthorBoulwareG/status/541394366842281984
https://independent.academia.edu/GregoryVBoulware
http://knowledgeisking.ning.com/profile/GregoryVBoulware
https://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?id=168361 

ThePaper.Li.BoulwareDaily 
http://paper.li/~/publisher/5445ebb6-59f5-4aaf-bbbb-4bfc6689d423 

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The Willis Samuel Investigations:
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?processSearch=1&keywords=Willis+Samuel+Investigations&go=Search  

 

Chapter Links:

~ “FAIRMOUNT”: ‘The Willis Samuel Investigations!’-The Series ~
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/332195/willis-samuel-investigations-the-series

“Ironically Speaking!” (Intro):
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/333148/ironically-speaking

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt.1)
~ “A Four Cornered Phling” ~
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/332195/willis-samuel-investigations-the-series

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt.2)
~ “The AR-15 Incident” ~
Willis Samuel Investigations: ‘Fairmount’
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/333201/the-ar-15-incident-pt-2-willis-samuel-investigations-fairmount

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt.3)
~ “Bus Drivers Do It At Their Stops!” ~
Willis Samuel Investigations: ‘Fairmount’
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/333230/bus-drivers-do-it-at-their-stops-willis-samuel-investigations-the-series 

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt.4)
~ “Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!” ~
Willis Samuel Investigations: ‘Fairmount’
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/333689/willis-samuel-investigations-revenge-is-a-dish-best-served-cold 

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt. 5)
~ “A Career Voiding Dance of Tomorrow” ~
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/334330/fairmount-willis-samuel-investigations-the-series-pt-5-a-career-voiding-dance-of-tomorrow 

“Fairmount” – ‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt. 6)
~ “Without A Trace” ~
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/335026/fairmount-willis-samuel-investigations-pt-6-without-a-trace 

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’
(Pt. 7)
~ “Loose Ends!” ~
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/336010/fairmount-willis-samuel-investigations-pt-7-loose-ends 

 

 

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‘ESQUIRE’

~ “Appeasing An Appetite” ~ 

By 
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/335786/appeasing-an-appetite 
~”Amazon”~ 
http://www.amazon.com/Gregory-V.-Boulware/e/B00OI16PDI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 

“HallowI” and HallowII” 

Hallow: 
Inspiring or creatine horror, loathing, aversion, etc., centered upon or depicting terrifying or macabre events; a horror movie. Such a feeling as a quality or condition – a strong aversion, abhorrence: to have a horror of emotional outbursts. Informal: something considered bad or tasteless…an overwhelming and painful feeling caused by something frightfully shocking, terrifying, or revolting, a shuddering fear; to shrink back from a mutilated corpse in horror. Anything that causes such a feeling; killing, looting, and other horrors of war…

~”A Sojourn Into Now and Then!”~ 

Hallow II:
Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the ‘Wolfsbane’ blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright!” They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”

A Significant Era of Perceptive Aroma and Vision – “A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany!”

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…A man called the other day. 

We have been inundated by telephone calls by marketing agents over an over again on a daily basis. They have attempted to sell money (Loans), credit cards, education, insurance, social security opportunities, dishes, magazine subscriptions, automobiles, home security devices, hearing aids, etc. Placing our telephone number on the “Do Not Call List(s)” have not stopped these moguls from getting through with their annoying offerings – to which we, of course, were/are not interested. Has this happened to any of YOU? We have resolved to rely upon the “answering machine” in order to screen all calls. This individual marketer, in an attempt to get us to answer the phone, used a unique concept in his success. This guy said that he was “My Online Publicist” and he couldn’t wait to talk to me…he couldn’t wait to discuss my book, “Hallow II.” My first question, without answering the phone, was…how in hell did he get my home telephone number? And why is it that he wanted to discuss only the one book as opposed to the other six – (the remaining two have yet to be published)?

Well, just in case the man is/was legit, I’m hopeful that he will call back or at least send me an email… Otherwise, he is simply one more caller who insists on selling me something (or attempting to collect something). I have to give him credit though, if he was some sort of collector or marketer, cudos to you for your imaginative and beguiling attempt to get us to the phone. However, should he be a reader or follower of my written works, I welcome the communication – if not, “Please Leave Your Name and Number and We’ll Get Back To You As Soon As Possible!” 

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In Reiteration for your Edification: 

…Someone asked my wife, “Is your husband a lawyer? I didn’t know that you were married to a lawyer!”
Just in case many of you have not been paying attention…”Esquire” is not a title only assigned to the legal community. The definition or title of “Esquire” is applied to:

those who are deserving or earned of such a title or recognition…learned, accomplished, eruditely, prodigious, a polymath, and/or possibly motley, etc.

Esquire_11.29.15
Dictionary.com/Webster, Etc.:

“Applied to a commoner considered to have gained the social position of a gentleman.”

~ An unofficial title of respect, having no precise significance, sometimes placed, especially in its abbreviated form. ~

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…And yes, at my age (accomplishments and experiences), I do consider myself to be a “Gentleman”“An Honorable Gentleman, Indeed!” 
(ex.)
http://ezinearticles.com/expert/Gregory_V._Boulware/121107/achievements 

There are, according to my current knowledge, three persons who carry the name, “Gregory Boulware!” They are of course, myself, my son, and my grandson.

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
Gregory S. Boulware, Sr. 
Gregory S. Boulware, Jr. 

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[es-kwahyuh r, e-skwahyuh r]
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Examples Word Origin
noun
1.
(initial capital letter) an unofficial title of respect, having no precise significance, sometimes placed, especially in its abbreviated form, after a man’s surname in formal written address: in the U.S., usually applied to lawyers, women as well as men; in Britain, applied to a commoner considered to have gained the social position of a gentleman.
Abbreviation: Esq.
2.
squire (def 2).
3.
a man belonging to the order of English gentry ranking next below a knight.
4.
Archaic. squire (def 1).
verb (used with object), esquired, esquiring.
5.
to raise to the rank of esquire.
6.
to address as “Esquire.”.
7.
to escort or attend in public.
Origin of esquire Expand
late Middle English Middle FrenchLatin
1425-14751425-75; late Middle English esquier < Middle French escuier < Latin scutarius shield bearer, equivalent to scut (um) (see scutage ) + -arius -ary
Dictionary.com Unabridged
Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2015.
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Examples from the Web for esquire Expand Contemporary Examples…

It pays to know what it is that one talks or speaks before passing conclusive comments and/or judgments…they should pick up a dictionary or at least check in out Online… 

…Would you not agree?

So, I say to that person or persons unknown, being honorable and recognized for such does not exclude one from being an “Esquire,” It is not truly reserved for those who consider themselves elite or exclusive or members of the legal community or the bar association.

Prima Facie:

“At first appearance; at first view, before investigation.” 
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/prima-facie?s=t 
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=Prima+Facie 

[Latin, On the first appearance.] A fact presumed to be true unless it is disproved.

In common parlance the term prima facie is used to describe the apparent nature of something upon initial observation. In legal practice the term generally is used to describe two things: the presentation of sufficient evidence by a civil claimant to support the legal claim (a prima facie case), or a piece of evidence itself (prima facie evidence).

For most civil claims, a plaintiff must present a prima facie case to avoid dismissal of the case or an unfavorable directed verdict. The plaintiff must produce enough evidence on all elements of the claim to support the claim and shift the burden of evidence production to the respondent. If the plaintiff fails to make a prima facie case, the respondent may move for dismissal or a favorable directed verdict without presenting any evidence to rebut whatever evidence the plaintiff has presented. This is because the burden of persuading a judge or jury always rests with the plaintiff.
https://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/prima+facie 

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~ Hallow ~

“Amontillado,” “The Bridge,” “The Pendulum of Hades,” “Thane of Cawdor,” “Necklace,” “The Foxy Grandpa,” “The Awakening,” “Amongst Us,” “Dante’s Walk,” “Demons Throat,” and more…

“All Hallows Night”
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/?s=%E2%80%9CAll+Hallows+Night%E2%80%9D+ 
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=299011&cid=10 

 

“SHAMAN” 
They were not aware of the trouble that was amiss. Emergency vehicles were parked at the spot where the body of Lindsey Irvin lay at the bottom of the twelve hundred ft. drop from the cliff of the Strawberry Mansion roadway and bridge surface.
“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.
(To Appear In The Publication of “HALLOW III”)

“The Sickening Smell of burning Flesh” 
http://shamanretold.blogspot.com/

“Thane of Cawdor” 
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
~11.15.11~
http://blackhistory.com/content/290622/thane-of-cawdor 

Shakespeare – A Tale of Honor, Battle, Murder, and Deceit! 

Story #4 Within The Pages of ‘Hallow I’ 

The brief appearance of a trio of witches and then moves to a military camp, where the Scottish King Duncan hears the news that his generals, Macbeth and Banquo, have defeated two separate invading armies—one from Ireland, led by the rebel Macdonwald, and one from Norway. Following their pitched battle with these enemy forces, Macbeth and Banquo encounter the witches as they cross a moor. The witches prophesy that Macbeth will be made thane (a rank of Scottish nobility) of Cawdor and eventually King of Scotland. They also prophesy that Macbeth’s companion, Banquo, will beget a line of Scottish kings, although Banquo will never be king himself. The witches vanish, and Macbeth and Banquo treat their prophecies skeptically until some of King Duncan’s men come to thank the two generals for their victories in battle and to tell Macbeth that he has indeed been named thane of Cawdor. The previous thane betrayed Scotland by fighting for the Norwegians and Duncan has condemned him to death. Macbeth is intrigued by the possibility that the remainder of the witches’ prophecy—that he will be crowned king—might be true, but he is uncertain what to expect.
http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/macbeth/summary.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macbeth
http://www.openculture.com/2015/09/young-orson-welles-directs-voodoo-macbeth.html

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The year of Our Lord is 1587. 

Mantieth, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and the True King of Scotland tell of revenge for the murders caused by MacBeth and his Lady.

In the evil dominated atmosphere, three witches, being bored conceived the notion to use someone to entertain them. Mischief was the notion; MacBeth came to be chosen. Along with his nag of a wife, the witches began put forth the notion of his greatness by way of death.

His wife plotted the murder of Duncan, King of Scotland. Lady MacBeth would do anything to gain the throne, even commit murder. MacBeth is also guilty. He wanted power over men. He stood by and allowed his wife to carry out her plot for ambitions sake. On the battlefield, he was great and victorious.

MacBeth, now being king, with the intention of keeping in that way, had Banquo murdered by assassins. Fleance, and his son, escaped. Macbeth hired assassins to murder them. He normally despised men hired for killing.

His evil demeanor had no bounds once he acquires the throne of Scotland. MacDuff, being the one to openly question MacBeth, is also targeted for murder. He poses a threat to the truth of Duncan’s death.

MacDuff’s family is murdered while in the care of MacBeth. Malcolm, a soldier, a brother to Donalbain, both sons to King Duncan, true heir to the throne is careful in trusting MacDuff. He fears MacDuff is loyal to MacBeth. It has been reported that the brothers were bribed and suspected of killing their father as being the reason for their flight; Donalbain to Ireland and Malcolm to England. After Duncan’s death and funeral, Macbeth was crowned King of Scotland and Lady MacBeth as Queen. The coronation took place at the royal palace. Obviously, the party was unattended by Donalbain and Malcolm.
In attendance were attendants to the King and Queen, Lennox, Ross, and many noblemen. They were high lords of the realm as were many others who were in attendance to the banquet at ‘Inverness Castle.’ Several ghosts were also in attendance to the affair as well. Hectate, an elder of the witches, scolded the three for their deed of mischief without consulting her. She was not in agreement with their choosing MacBeth. She ordered them to make things right. They did as they were told.

They cast another spell and the four of them celebrated around a fired black cauldron of witches brew, chanting in unison, “Something Wicked This Way Comes!” MacBeth and his Lady were being haunted in their dreams, asleep and awake, constantly.

The King was hounded not only in his sleep, but while he was awake, drunk or sober. The major message in the haunting was a constant warning, “Beware MacBeth, Beware MacDuff!”

In England, Malcolm and MacDuff planned revenge against MacBeth.

He could have gained the throne thru his valor alone. Duncan, the King, was old and on his way out. I believe that he had more faith in MacBeth than his own two sons, Malcolm and Donalbain.

The act of Duncan’s murder was heinous. Lady MacBeth not only poisoned him, but also stabbed him with the daggers of his bedroom guards. Not to mention, the dagger of the mind. Macbeth killed them both – innocent men.

MacDuff, another soldier of the king, is the first to ponder MacBeth’s guilt in the king’s murder. He later becomes nemesis to MacBeth. MacDuff suspects Lady MacBeth as well. Banquo was with MacBeth when the witches interviewed him; knowing of the prophecy, he immediately knows that MacBeth is responsible for the King’s death. Banquo also fears for his life and the life of his son, Fleance.

The prophecy had come to light and MacBeth would probably kill him for being witness to the murderous deeds. MacBeth would kill his son for being prophesized to rule Scotland. MacBeth did not want the throne to belong to anyone but he and his bloodline.. His bloodline would never rule for the prophecy told of Banquo’s descendents being the future rulers.

At the field near MacBeth’s castle in Donsinance, Malcolm, MacDuff, and a soldier called Siward and Battle-men of England approached. They carried battle arms, flags, drums, and the branches from trees and shrubbery. From within the castle walls, in the distance, a woman screamed!

The report also entailed a trick to the eye. They believed that they saw the Forrest moving!

“There is movement in the wood!” 

Suddenly, the tower guards spotted a showing of arms and war power. The battle bell rang! A Nobleman’s Army, led by Mantieth, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and the True King of Scotland. The revenge of the murders caused by MacBeth and his Lady, the spell cast by the coven of witches, came to pass with the battles end. Decapitation was MacBeth’s end.
His Lady’s fate was off the top of the keep’s battlement bulwarks and walls.

Malcolm, the King of Scotland thought aloud as he viewed the impaled bodies on the battlefield; MacBeth’s head was mounted atop the stake in the forefront.

“I wish that our missing friends were here, safe and sound.” 

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~ “HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED!” ~ 

 

~ “Demon’s Throat” ~ 
“I remember this familiar feeling, for about the third time in three months; of falling – falling down. The falling only came to an end for one reason – maybe two. The point is…I was able to grab onto something in order to break my fall. The primary reason is coming to a complete and utter dead end stop – at the bottom of the stairway, which began at the second floor landing. It didn’t necessarily matter to what position your body was in when this complete and utter stop completed the descent. Albeit, stair-steps and bottom of the stairway landings come into play, the stop is at the bottom of the stairs.”
http://demonsthroathallow.blogspot.com/
Me and Walter had five kids, ya know.”
(Read the Unabridged, Uncensored Version)
http://koobug.com/GregoryVB_Author?p2992

“When There’s No More Room In Hell”‘The Dead Shall Walk The Earth!’ 
My name is Salestian Michaels. I’m currently employed by the ‘Philadelphia Sunny Globe Newspaper Organization and International News Network.’ I was born and raised in South Philly, the heart and soul of ‘Mafiosi Life.’ Angel Brondidi and Nick the Needle ran it all when they weren’t at odds with one another.
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://nomoreroominhellwhen.blogspot.com/
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=299011&cid=10 

~ Hallow II ~ 

“The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging,” “Underfoot,” “Howl of An Angel” – pts. One and Two: “The Loch of Satanus,” “Bowery of the Crimson Froch and Flesh” pts. One through Three: “The Wedding Party” and “Isle Manhatten: The Changeling – Loup Garou,” “The Catharsis Table,” “When There’s No More Room In Hell,” “The Egyptian Book of The Dead,” and a hell of a lot more…! 

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“HALLOW” the ‘Kindle Edition!’
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MDRWT7P
and
In Paperback!
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1468003402/ref=kinw_rke_rti_1

‘Hallow I and II’ 
~The Kindle Edition~
https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1?ie=UTF8&field-author=Gregory+Boulware&search-alias=digital-text&text=Gregory+Boulware&sort=relevancerank

A Concise Bibliog. of: Gregory V. Boulware has the admiration for many fine, noteworthy, and esteemed authors. Several of which include, Middleton A. Harris, Isaac Asimov, William Shakespeare, Alexander Dumas, Langston Hughes, Edgar Allen Poe, and a host of literary writers and authors. His written works and style of writing speak for his lifelong desire to become an author. He has spent the majority of his life as an affirmed and avid reader. He won the second place essay award while attending college. This did not sway his desire for pursuing and improving his writing skills. Gregory graduated from The Berean Institute College of Business and Technology. He also studied Management at Philadelphia Community College and classes at Temple University via The PASCEP Program and M. K. Enterprises. Mr. Boulware has spent thirty-five plus years in the Transportation Industry as a Tractor Trailer, Straight Truck, Bus Driver and Administrative Technician. Prior to that, he worked all over Philadelphia and the surrounding area in factories, warehouses, stores, and various restaurants and other service entities. He has been happily married to Virginia M. Boulware, R. N. for more than Forty-Plus years. This union has produced two successful Sons and four beautiful Grandchildren. His readers have described him as an erudite and a polymath. He was not always been regarded as such. Folks, who believed the contrary, only encouraged him to reach for higher goals. In this, his second book breeds the intent and interest for many more such contributions of varied genres. Mr. Boulware has not been on a mission to have the last laugh or the last word, but… He has, however, enjoyed having a most profound laugh and a word or two conveyed and noticed…at home and around the world.

~ HALLOW II ~

A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany: A Significant Era of Perceptive Aroma and Vision 

Hallow II is a follow-up addition to Hallow in its collection of short stories filled with adventure, Science-Fiction, Horror, and thrills. Here’s another masterpiece by this superlative writer with this latest addition to a collective assortment of goodies. Hallow II presents a wonderful collection of Horror, Thriller, Adventure, and Philosophical wonderlands of Mystical and Physiological Enlightenment. …A complete blend of fiction and non-fiction.

Coincidences, seemingly of a marvelous character, there are few persons who have not, on occasion, been startled. It also goes without saying; even the calmest of thinkers have experienced a vague thrilling half-credence in the supernatural genre.

Speaking of certain, albeit, limited, coincidences, understand that we, Mr. ‘Eddie’ Poe and I, the Editor / Publisher, choose to speak of this topic. In my own heart, I cannot speak of his; there dwells no faith in the praetor nature. In past and probably, future conversations, men will debate the issue of the original intentions of God’s Laws. They may dispute that nature and its God are two. The latter creating the former can, at will, control and/or modify it. Would you not agree, my friend? The insanity of logic has, of course, assumed it is not that the Deity cannot modify his laws, the question is of will. Does man insult God with the imagination of a possible necessity for modification? Mr. Poe espouses the origin of these laws were fashioned to embrace all and every contingency which could lie in the future. All that one would need to do is to pay the strictest and closes attention with unwavering indulgences.

This topic is only referred to as coincidences. It was submitted for my review as ‘Bowery of the Crimson Frock and Flesh – The Poe Report.’
http://boweryofthecrimsonfrockandflesh.blogspot.com/ 

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Biography
“From blog to blurb,” Mr. Boulware has come to produce, mitigate, and provide a myriad of postulating books, articles, and essays for public and private consumption. Simply referred to as ‘erudite’ by his many readers, fans, and critics, this sagacious author in his natural propensity, moves thought provoking subject material with well graced laxity and modulation over many networks, websites, and social media.

Visit BoulwareEnterprises.com and a host of Networks hosting this authors written works. View the material via, The Black History.com, Black AuthorsConnect.com, HBCU.com, HBCUCONNECT.com, Black In America.com, BlackWomenConnect.com, Chocolatpagesnetwork.com, Plus.Google.com, BookMarketingnetwork.com, GoodReads.com, LinkedIn.com, Blogger.com, Tumblr.com, KooBug.com, Pintrest.com, Academiaedu.com, BlackIsms.com, AuthorsDen.com, and many others!

Google his name and view the results therein!

View his contrite yet mind-visualizing publications…on the Internet and through his Books!

BoulwareEnterprises and CreateSpace Publications:

The writing project, for an upcoming book, chronicles the adventures, trials, and tribulations of Shakespeare’s Black Conquering Usurper residing in the land of the whites. My journey brought me from the colleges and universities of the Philadelphia area of America to the wondrous and mystical land of Morocco and European Civilization. We, my beautiful assistant, ‘Isabelle’ and I; where swept away on a bus tour. The moors and hillsides of Ireland were beautifully green, brilliant, and vast. For this plot of earth called an island by men, would leave me to believe otherwise. We simply fell in love with this place. The rickety double-decker bus, upon which the tour proceeded, traveled over hill and dale to mystical ruins and places of dreamlike genres and imagination. Tales of the Arabian Knights, King Arturius/Arthur, and the likes of Lord William Wallace vividly came to mind. Visitors couldn’t help revisiting the old books of fame and childhood bedtime stories.

…The weary rain soaked man stumbled upon the pathway to the door of the keep. He pounded upon the over-sized oaken doors with a weak and fumbled attempt. It was cold and dark. The heavy icy rain pounded down on the weary traveler to no end. He was sick. He needed shelter and warmth…now!
The castle, converted to a religious sanctuary or ‘Keep,’ if you will, sat ominously upon the spookiest hill in the area. It sat there looking at us, daring us to leave the sanctuary of the rattling, creaking, and cantankerous old bus. It beckoned as much as it warned to stay away from here. My curiosity would not leave me be. It kicked me, pulled at me, and slapped me. The site of this keep will never let me rest; it will never let me go. I needed to see inside. I needed to speak with its occupants.

I rang the bell for the driver to stop so that we could get a better, a closer look. It was just my excuse at attempting access to one of the excursion sites not listed on the tour itinerary. In fact it wasn’t on any of the local maps or international ones either. It was as if the mysteriously opulent and black castle never existed.
http://howlofanangel.blogspot.com/ 

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Remember…

“It’s Not The Things You Know, It’s The Things You Know That Just Ain’t So!

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~BoulwareEnterprises~ 
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…Til Next Time! 

In The Name of Peace, Love, Justice, and Truth,

~ “SANKOFA” the “MAAFA” ~ 

‘G’ 
“Amazon” 
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~ ‘The E-Store for Books by Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.’ ~
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~”Nuclei Sarcoma, The Evil of Cancer”~

‘Charmaine, Gregory, Vernon, and Allyse’
By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

https://www.academia.edu/37099329/Nuclei_Sarcoma_The_Evil_of_Cancer
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/content/335475/nuclei-sarcoma-the-evil-of-cancer
http://ezinearticles.com/?Nuclei-Sarcoma,-The-Evil-of-Cancer&id=9981301

 

“Patient’ with different kinds of cancer(s) have been cured by the use of drugs!”

As We Know It, in 1930, “Cancer of the Lung was a Rare Disease… in the 70’s a Drastic Change Occurred – Lung Cancer Had Become The Leading Cause Of Death From Cancer Among Males In The United States of America!”

“Scientists Are Hopeful That Many Cancers Will Be Cured By ‘Chemo’ In The Future!”

 

An uncontrolled growth and spread of body cells, is often known as “Cancer.” Under a microscope, the black dotted cells known as nuclei are identified as cancer-cells. This identity is defined in comparison to healthy living cells that are small (black dots) with a wall-like perimeter surrounding them. The large black-dotted nuclei has no such wall.

These invading cells can occur in all kinds of animals and plant-life alike. Our focus, in this submission is basically a closer-look at cancer, and a-focus-on-humankind and the very real threat to our health and life.

The process of cell division gets out of hand during the cancerous invasion process when cellular modules are continually produced, vastly more than needed. Making matters worse, these unneeded cells continually produce more unneeded (or wanted for that matter) cell tissue. While these new “wild cells” continually divide, they are in the habit of forming larger and larger masses of new tissue… These are identified as Tumors.

Not all tumors are harmful or life-threatening. Some of these “tumors” are benign. Albeit, being of no use to the body, they could easily interfere with its normal activities. These type(s) of tumors are usually surrounded by a “skin-like” membrane, limiting its growth, preventing the invading cells from spreading into other regions of the body. The killer-cells, called “malignant,” are not contained… They have no walls holding them in – keeping them from spreading into other areas or regions of the body. They invade all normal cellular tissue – they grow and spread rapidly, invading, dominating, and destroying all normal cellular tissue – these monsters are also tumors – THESE MONSTERS ARE CANCER!

Cancer can occur in any kind of living cell. Being that there are many types of “cell tissue” in existence, the human category alone has over one hundred different kinds of cell tissue… so there can be more than one kind of cancer cell(s). In short, “Cancer is not one disease but a large family of diseases!”

The human body is made up of many different types of cellular tissue. Each of these is in turn, made up of or contains many other different kinds of cell tissue. Many of these cells constantly divide, making it possible for the body to make more of itself, explaining why young humans grow; why the body repairs itself; and the replacing of worn-out tissue, etc.

The four major kinds of cancer are called:

“Carcinomas,” “Sarcomas,” “Leukemias,” and “Lymphomas.”

Many types of skin cancer(s) can be typed as “Carcinomas” or cancer(s) of the skin. Identified with the skin-like linings of the lungs, the stomach, internal organs, glands and/or the upper and lower intestines of humans and animals alike.

The connective tissue(s) like bone, cartillage, and fat is attacked by a cancer known as “Sarcoma.”

This is the type of cancer that attacked my nine year old niece.

Cancers involving bone marrow cells are “Leukemia.”

“Lymphoma(s)” is identified as cancer that attacks the blood. Albeit, both of these cancers attack blood cells, lymphoma is the cancer that attacks the “Lymphatic System” (or Lymph Glands). The lymph is the fluid that fills the spaces between the body’s cells.

According to cancer research, more than ninety percent of cancers appear or occur in persons over the age of forty. Due to the fact of people living longer, cancer has become a common disease. This conclusion is partly drawn on the fact that people were not living long lives, primarily past the age of thirty-five or forty.

Chemicals is another factor that is partly to blame for the epidemic. Cigarette smoke being the primary principle in infections then and now.

Cancer, in these United States, is known to be a major culprit in death-dealing infections; second only to ‘Heart Disease. Current statistics show only a little over one third of recorded cancer patients as being actual survivors. Many patients are and have been treated with radiation, in carefully administered measures of X-Rays, Radioactive Cobalt, Radioactive Isotopes, and/or Chemotherapy (Drug Treatment).

These types of treatment is intended to possibly cure the cancer patient of his or her affliction(s).

The purpose of research by a multitude of clinics and research institutions all over the world, is to prevent new cases of cancer. The detection of the disease in its early stages allow for an early defence; allowing for the implementation of new and improved treatment while finding new ways to prevent and/or cure this killer disease.

The detection of cancer is paramount. The successful treatment of the disease is more than likely; before the spreading process has begun; taken effect once its presence has been announced.

“Karkinus,” as defined by the Ancient Greeks, means “Crab” or “Crab-like” because of the crablike spreading of the invading cancer. “Crab-cancer” is what it was called by the Ancient Romans. Malignant growth is also spread when the invader is broken off from the original growth. Different parts of the body are invaded by the cancer cells via the blood stream or the lymph vessels. The new colonies of the evil invaders are called “Metastases.”

In an essay by “Helena Curtis,” and “T. Gerald Delang,” of the Sloan-Kettering Institute for Cancer Research, report an observation of “Chimney Sweeps” in 1775, believed that “soot” from chimneys was the cause of cancer. This report was recorded by a London based surgeon named “Percival Pott.” He said that chemicals may not be the ultimate cause of cancer but seem to have had an effect on living cells in such a way that cancer(s) develop.

Chemical based food coloring and flavoring used as preservatives, along with more than four hundred other cancer causing material(s) commonly used in industrial endeavors, have been identified as root sources with the testing of laboratory animals since 1930. Coal Tar was utilized in producing cancerous cells in rabbits by scientists back in nineteen-fifteen. Fifteen years later, more scientists found the chief carcinogen in the coal tar experiment, according to cancer researchers.

The conclusive details have resulted in the industrial communities steps to try and protect the workers who are exposed to coal, tar, soot, asbestos, dyes in other commonly used material(s).

Clear answers are not always present when chemicals are added to our food(s) as flavoring, coloring, or preservative agents. Many governments attempt to make sure that these types of chemicals are not cancer causing carcinogens. One example of chemical bans is “Cyclamates.” These are a kind of artificial sweetener commonly used by consumers. There has been plenty of disagreements by government agencies and researches regarding the banning of these types of chemicals. The United States Government has banned the use of cyclamates due to laboratory test-rats.

“Three out of four,” say The American Cancer Society. “Lung Cancer Deaths are the result of cigarette smoking.” They state “The Death Rate From Lung Cancer Is Ten Times As High Among Cigarette Smokers As Among Those Who Have Never Smoked. Those who smoke two or more packs of cigarettes per day, the rate is twenty times as high as among non-smokers.”

Laboratory results support these findings. Carcinogens are contained within tars on tobacco. Many scientists agree that more research is needed in order to learn about the reasons why people smoke.

Cancer epidemiology is the study of cancer occurrences in different groups of people. One example of this study is the research on lung cancer in smokers and nonsmokers alike.

Cancer often does not always cause pain or show itself during the early stages. Early cancers are almost always detected by doctors during regular (and/or irregular) physical examinations.

Hidden cancer is often revealed through a simple test could save hundreds of thousands of lives every single year. However, no such test exists – there are particular tests that detect particular types of cancer(s). One such test is called “The Papanicolaou Test.” This test is used to detect cancer in the womb, particularly the cervix. The “PAP Test” is the commonly known name for detecting cervix cancer. A trained medical professional can almost always, with the use of a microscope, pick out the cancerous cells as opposed to normal cells. Scientist, collectively, have been utilizing this method of cancer detection for many other forms of cancer.

Researchers say many forms of cancer cannot be traced to outside agents as they are forced to seek the cancer causes within the body. Heredity is a major area of concern as living organisms inherit the basic makeup through the passed down cellular tissue(s). Mice in laboratories have been tested and researched regarding this question; supposing something is or was wrong within the cells of the parent – could this be possible, the passing of cancerous cells via generation to generation?

Closely studied lab mice have been bred relating “generation after generation” in an attempt to compare what happens within and to different groups.

Cancer(s) and other cellular tissue have been transplanted from one animal to another, especially those who happen to be or are much like identical twins. The results vary. In some strains, about ninety to one hundred percent of these mice have developed certain types of cancer. In other strains cancer is almost unknown. The test results have shown inherit cancer or a possible tendency toward it in the tested lab mice.

Human studies haven’t been able to prove this theory, as they have not anything so defining. Albeit, several types of tumors do seem to run in families. This research does not mean that other family members would develop the same disease.

In learning about the relationship between cancer and heredity, a great deal more research is needed.

Exposure to rays, radiation(s), ultraviolet, x-rays, and radio active elements, i.e., radium are also agents of cancer. People who have to work outdoors and are constantly exposed to large doses of ultraviolet rays can possibly contract and/or develop skin cancer to commonly exposed areas of the skin, such as the back of hands, the neck, and most probably the face.

In 1895, ‘Wilhelm Roentgen’ discovered that x-rays were a most powerful form of a cancer causing agent. Prolonged exposure to x-rays when not carefully utilized, developed cancer(s) to the skin and bone.

Only the smallest possible amounts of radiation should be used in taking dental or chest x-rays. However, it is not to say that x-rays shouldn’t be administered, because when handled correctly, “The benefits of careful medical use, far outweigh the possible risks.”

Unnecessary use of x-rays, by law, is forbidden. New types of equipment today, has been designed to protect both the patient, administrating technicians, and the doctor.

Studies across the globe have shown that the cancer rate among people residing in cities is only slightly higher than those who dwell in rural areas.

Motor powered vehicles, power plants, and factories need to burn fuel in order to operate. The burning of these fossil fuels discharged into the air (mainly over cities) – the burned fuel becomes waste which is a carcinogenic cancer causing entity – Air Pollution!

Some carcinogenics, according to the (cancer) article, may take up to twenty years or more before a cancer develops.

Another monster which seeks to suck all the life from us is the “Virus!”

The virus is the smallest of germs. Studies have found that the deadly invader(s) grow only within living cells.

Some time around 1900, an American Doctor and scientist, discovered that certain types of cancer in tested chickens is caused by a virus. From that point in time, other researchers, as well, have found that many other cancer-causing viruses have been discovered. Cancer from viruses have been found in hamsters, monkeys, mice, as well as other mammals through profound and rigorous research.

According to many researchers, a virus is made up of a substance called “Nucleic Acid,” wrapped in a coating of protein. The record goes on to say that there are Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA), and Ribonucleic Acid (RNA). These cells are the living things our bodies are made of. The “DNA” cells are the blueprint of our individuality – our physical identification, (if you will); determining the structure of the cell and for that matter, what substances that particular cell will manufacture.

When a living cell is invaded by a virus, the nucleic acid of the virus slips out of its protein coat and becomes an invisible part of that cell. When this happens, it is highly possible for these viruses to produce new viruses creating hundreds of new viruses to come to fruition. Hundreds of these killer demons are created and released from the cell(s) which go out to infect other cells.

It’s been noted that oftentimes, the virus does not order the invaded cell to replicate. Instead, the nucleic acid becomes a part of the DNA of the living cell – “Assimilation!”

By doing this, a virus can possibly change a normal cell into one that is cancerous. The replicated DNA makes an exact copy of itself and is passed onto other living cells.

When the cell divides, each of the two new cells receives one of the copies. As I can best understand the explanation, before a cell divides, its DNA replicates, making an exact copy of itself. The new cells are exactly like each other and like the original cell! This changed or duplicated cell is cast, “A Mutation!”

Does this all sound too “Science Fiction?” Does a few movie titles come to mind? How about “The Thing From Another World,” starring James Arness grab you? You’d probably remember the version of the “Thing” starring ‘Kurt Russell. How about “Alien” starring Sigourney Weaver? There are many other moving pictures plays depicting alien assimilations on the big screen as well the “Boob-Tube!” Remember “The Invaders” with Roy Thinnes? I often wondered were many of the ‘Sci-Fi’ authors got their material. But this Man-killer of which we speak, is life action continuing and constant danger(s).

A lot more research is greatly needed before mankind can win the war against cancer. Vaccines have been in development by scientists for the sole purpose of destroying these cancer-causing viruses. New cures are being sought by many scientists around the world.

Many scientists truly believe that cancer cells could be mutants. This belief is supported by the action(s) of some carcinogens, i.e., chemicals and x-rays. They all are in agreement that these agents (from Hell) cause cancer while also creating mutations that are not cancerous…

How many would question the logic to that statement?

However, they (collectively, according to medical reviews and reports) do agree that thousands upon thousands of chemicals are being tested for their effect in relation to substances that are known cancer-killers. Although many other chemicals have been tested for the substances found within living cells – while others have been chosen at random. The drugs currently used today against cancer have been found in this manner. The cost of this research goes beyond affordability.

The scientific goal in this fight against cancer is to know everything possible about normal cells is the key to understanding and controlling the abnormal cells that are cancerous.

Radiation, X-Rays, and Radioactive Isotopes have been used to kill cancer cells. Medical Professionals, Engineers, and many other researchers have designed equipment to pinpoint the targeted cancer cell(s), while minimizing the damage to the normal or healthy cell(s).

One of the methods, as this author understands, used for treating cancer is surgery. The goal of the surgeon(s) is to completely remove the cancerous tissue. The down side to this choice is that surgery is not always possible, nor is it the answer. Therefore, another treatment must be found.

You may recall, previously, the mentioning of my beautiful young niece who was attacked by this vile menace.

Her name – “Allyse Virginia Coulter-Cruz!” This beautiful angel was diagnosed with “OsteoSarcoma” (Bone Cancer), at the innocent age of ten (10). I can remember when she complained of her legs being in pain while we vacationed in the “Pocono Mountains.” Our family had no reason to think it was anything other than child-hood fatigue… We did a lot of walking in the mountains in those days. I carried her around on my back most of the remaining time during that particular trek. Once the pain passed, she walked around on her own, playing and running around with her cousins.

The disease wasn’t discovered until after we’d been back in the city; post vacation, a week or so, not much longer than that. Allyse was out walking with her mother, in their neighborhood of ‘Tacony,’ when she tripped on a sidewalk. Her leg of course was broken. Witnesses were stunned to see the odd way in which it was twisted.

Allyse underwent several surgeries, remissions, and relapsed twice during her superior and courageous battle.

Allyse was born to “Charmaine Ruth Coulter,” my beloved Sister-In-Law, on July 1st, 1988. Just prior to this child’s fourteenth birthday, she lost the fight. She left us to return “Home” on June 30th, 2002.

“Our Beloved Angel Was Born Unto This Earth, Has Returned To Heaven!”

On a personal note, I’ve decided to share this story/information in hopes that the stated experience may provide some insight and aid in ones research as well; providing some helpful background into the deadly evil destruction of this menacing disease and the effects it has on the living…

There was another personal experience pertaining to cancer’s terrible and deadly attack. I knew a man, a friend, who contracted throat cancer and passed away way too soon. The killer struck from out of nowhere – a totally unexpected attack. It was simply horrible to witness his suffering. Charles (Charley) Palmer of “East Falls” in ‘Philly,’ PA suffered only a short while before succumbing to his illness.

In this (Charles’) case, it was surely the cancer that surely killed him. In the case of my niece, it was the viral infection that caused her untimely demise.

Another friend of mine who contracted this terrible disease is a guy who lived across the street from me. His name is Edgar (Buddy) Johnson. He contracted lung cancer and managed to survive after surgery. He is still alive and kicking to this day. His current age is eighty-two. And still another of my friends who have suffered this killing machine was Ronald (Kenyatta) Reed. He passed away at the age of sixty-seven. The surgery that would have probably saved him was a “Bone Marrow Transplant.”

Remember, in its early stage(s), cancer may not cause pain or show itself… it’s the testing and physical examination(s) that ultimately detect the threat.

Chemotherapy, or the utilization of drugs to fight this disease is a common method administered by cancer specialists. The treatment incorporates a combination of chemotherapy and radiation, according to medical journals, reviews, and professionals.

The drug administration is intended to make the cancer cells more susceptible to radiation. The medical reports go on to state this treatment will prolong a person’s life while relieving pain. It’s also been reported in the medical communities, that “patient’s with different kinds of cancer(s) have been cured by the use of drugs used in this fashion.” Scientists have said they are hopeful that many cancers will be cured by “Chemo” in the future.

 

We shall See… as we remain hopeful.

 

“Cancer, So United It Cannot Cripple Love, Shatter Hope, Corrode Faith, Destroy Peace, Kill Friendship, Suppress Memories, Silence Courage, Invade The Soul, or Steal Eternal Life – It Cannot Conquer The Spirit!”

 

~ In Constant, Never-Ending, and Loving Memory of Our Own Sweet Allyse~

 

 

 

Til Next Time…

 

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Cancer:
“Carcinomas,” “Sarcomas,” “Lukemias,” and “Lymphomas.”
“Dr. Helena Curtis,” and “Dr. T. Gerald Delang,” of the Sloan-Kettering Institute for Cancer Research
https://www.mskcc.org/cancer-care/types
https://www.mskcc.org/cancer-care/types/pancreatic
http://www.smokershistory.com/MSKCC.htm
https://www.mskcc.org/locations/directory/memorial-hospital

Dr. Wilhelm Roentgen
http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/on-this-day/November/Scientist-Wilhelm-Rontgen-Discovers-X-rays.html
https://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/physics/laureates/1901/rontgen-bio.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_R%C3%B6ntgen

Dr. Peyton Rous
https://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/medicine/laureates/1966/rous-bio.html

The American Cancer Society
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The New Book of Knowledge, Vol. 3, 1984, Grolier Inc.
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“Even a man, who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the ‘Wolfsbane’ blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright.” 
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“Howl Of An Angel”

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Ellington searched the globe for forty-plus years until he caught him for the third time. This time, he caught up with him in Istanbul. He was able to box him and ship him home to the United States. His home in Connecticut was a safe place to keep him (so he thought) – where he could be watched closely. Ellington lived alone save a housekeeper who tended household needs five days a week. She was given specific instructions to not open a particular door of one of the rooms upstairs. Ellington explained in great detail about why he had instructed her so. She listened intently but didn’t believe him. She was a good woman, a good housekeeper, one who could be trusted, a good God-Fearing Christian Woman. She thought him to be a nut – an eccentric old fool – a madman. She jumped nearly out of her skin when she heard the blood chilling howl.

The two men walked through the halls without talking. The howling persisted…it grew louder and louder as the minutes ticked by. Kristophus made sure to lock every door behind them – with a separate key of each lock. Ellington asked Kristophus why the doors where being locked in such a fashion. He looked at David and sternly replied, “For your safety, sir!” Ellington raised an eyebrow and walked on.

That night, there was no clock to strike twelve within the Keep. With no way to tell time (which didn’t matter here anyway), the visitor could only assume that it was beyond the midnight hour. Stealthily, he came upon the sleeping gatekeeper. David snuck up on him and stole the keys. They were affixed to a ring of metal which in turn was fastened on a long rope tied and hanging about the neck of the key bearer.

The thief felt faint and dizzy as he made his way to the basement. The inmate was well aware of his anticipated presence. There were no howls resonating throughout the castle as the rescuer gained access to his false friend’s prison cell.

…Eduardo and Isabelle hurried along. After starting the car, the pair drove off. The howling of the wolf sounded again. Isabelle was deathly frightened. Eduardo sat in silence and harbored a grizzly grin.
“Yes, let us hurry and get back to town, I’m very hungry.”
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“I saw with my own two eyes, what that man had changed into. He changed, before my eyes, into the murderous monster of beasts; not unlike the one you see before you.” 

‘Isle Manhattan’ – “The Changeling, Loup Garou” 

Part Three: ‘Bowery of The Crimson Frock’ 
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“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – Why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?” 

The ‘Chevalier’ endeavored to remove everything from his mind. His only thoughts were the case at hand. He began to relapse back into himself. His old moody habits regenerated into the morose ill-tempered individual of austere soliloquy.
Attempting to make light of a horrible situation, I joined my friend in throwing the future to the winds and fell tranquilly into the present. The presence and perpend of the previous days became a joyful dream, floating away with twinkling fog.

Emissaries brought the names of ‘Duprae’ and ‘Abberline’ to the America’s. Not unlike ‘Sherlock Holmes,’ they had become household names within the law enforcement community. Duprae’s mantra preceded that of his famous colleague. The family crest of Lord Talbot arrived years before them.
The simple process to which he incorporated in solving cases had never before been disclosed to anyone… Not even the Prefect. The sole entity of that demesne is gifted to only me.
Of course, it’s not so surprising that the closed and solvent affairs were regarded as just short of miracles or that Chaunea’s analytical abilities gained his the notoriety and awarded credit on intuition and sagacious insight.
Being frank would have created an atmosphere of prejudice and abuse to every individual who would inquire into his practicum of procedure; his indolent humor forbade any such agitation of a topic whose interest has long ago dissipated. This position in many past times, have found him the attraction of cynical political eyes. The insolvable cases of which he was engaged were requested services at a level above Prefect.

Marie was the only daughter of the widow ‘Estelle Roget (Rogers)’ In France, they were named ‘Roget’ while the American adoption changed it and pronounced it as ‘Rogers.’ Marie’s (she is sometimes called Mary) father died when she was a baby. He was assassinated when she was approximately eighteen months of age. The couple, along with their daughter, resided in a close-nit cul-de-sac community, in Queens. The father kept a flat in Manhattan for business ventures. His death provided the aggrieved ladies a comfortable living.

A perfume purveyor was attracted to Mary’s beauty. His shop was in the basement level of the busy shopping area of the city. She was in her twenty-second year. The shopkeeper was of gauche and incongruous character. He was very much a part of the desperate adventurer who indeed fouled the neighborhood with his contributing vile infestation. He wasted no time taking advantage of this fair delicacy who sampled his perfumery. His liberal advances were eagerly accepted by the young lady. The beautiful propositions were innocently coveted by the girl whose occupation was “cigar-girl.” Her mother portrayed an openly blatant hesitation regarding the advances of this shady individual.
The shopkeeper hoarded rooms of notorious reputation. His anticipations toward Mary were unwelcomed by the sprightly old lady. Mary was employed by this man for less than a year. When she suddenly went missing, her admirers were adamantly and vehemently concerned.
On the fourth day missing, a body was discovered. It was found floating in the ‘Hudson River’ by a fishing boy who was out for a morning catch. No one had ever before been so intensely interested in a corpse found floating in the water.
Mary Cecelia Rogers was so terribly beautiful and popular, drew the ineffable anger of all she knew. The praetor foolishly made stupid exertions and uniformed police were overtaxed to the utmost as usual. The assumption and verbal outburst by the magistrate planted the seed of a murder prior to the assignment of an official task-force to the case.
“We will catch this murderer. He will not elude us for long. He should do himself justice by surrendering – turning himself in could very well save his life. He should do so now before it is too late!
A reward has been posted for anyone who can provide assistance with information leading to the arrest and successful prosecution of the identified perpetrator of perpetrators of this evil deed upon this poor sweet and beautiful creature; our own Marie Roget!
The reward currently stands at $2,300.00.”

Not one person gave doubt to the mystery that this murder would immediately be brought to light. Elucidation was promised albeit nothing was elicited to implicate the suspected parties. In one, maybe two instances, they were discharged forthwith.
“The third week, strange as it may appear; the discovery of the body had passed without any new light being cast upon the subject. Well before any rumor of the events which had agitated the publics’ mind reached our ears. Our combined research fully absorbed the attention of us both. Three, nearly four weeks had passed since Duprae or I had visitors or traveled abroad. We also did not engage in trials and tribulations of any political articles that were published in one of the daily newspapers. The first intelligent information about the murder had been brought to us by divine intervention. It had made itself clear on the afternoon of July, 18. The vision did remain with us into the late hours of that night. The failure of all our endeavored energies piqued to ferret out the murders. Duprae held a peculiar air of Parisian pride over his concern for his reputation and honor. Even though there was no sacrifice which he would not make or be willing to make for the advancement to solve this mystery; the eyes of the public were indeed upon him. My friend had been drawn to a droll and complicated speech in which he deemed tactful.
The compliment to which he rebutted as best he could was accepted at once. They were accepted with provisions, however.
With that point being mentally settled, the half verbal thought process was interrupted when the Prefect interjected his point of view. He spoke upon the evidence with a long explanation; the latter of which we were not yet in possession.
Duprae sat listening steadily while displaying the embodiment of respectful attention. During the interview, he glanced occasionally over the top of the green colored lenses of his spectacles. This glancing gaze sufficed to convince me that he hadn’t slept soundly throughout the seven or eight hours which preceded the prefect’s departure.
At morning’s light, I managed to procure a full report of all elicited evidence at the prefecture and various newspaper offices. The reports included any and all published information regarding this sad affair.
This mass of positively disproved information stated the following details:

‘Marie left her mother’s house on June 22nd, on Sunday at about 9 a.m. greeting Monsieur St. Eustache, and only to him, she told of her plans for the day. He even took note of her intention to spend the day with her aunt. She resided in the ‘Rue Des Dromes’ while Marie lived in the ‘Rue Pavee St. Andre,’ a short distance of a little over 1 kilometer (1.6 miles). It was also not far from the river. St. Eustache was the designated suitor of Marie. He also resided at the boarding house where the two women stayed. He lodged and took his meals at this particular pension only. The plan also entailed the agreement between Marie and Jacques to meet at dusk. He was to escort his betrothed home for the evening.
During the afternoon of that day, it began to rain quite heavily. He thought about his beloved’s journey during the storm and ascertained that she would spend the night with her aunt. This action had been taken in the past. The promise to meet was no longer necessary. As the night drew forebodingly closer, Madame Roget spoke in horror-filled soliloquy.
“I will never see my daughter again!” This statement was not heard by anyone. She was sadly peering out of her bedroom window during the heavy wind and rain.

Monday had come and gone and no one had seen or heard from Marie. A search began. The tardy initiation was instituted at every possible location of the city and its individual neighborhoods. Nothing positive of negative surfaced until about two weeks later. It was Wednesday, June 25th, Monsieur Beauvis and his friend had been walking and talking about this particular case. While they walked along the river bank, they came upon a group who were attempting to remove a corpse from the water. Nearby fishermen noticed the floating body and notified the police.
The friend of Beauvis recognized the body as that of Marie Cecelia Roget at once. When Beauvis, after hesitating; saw the body, he immediately concurred with his friend.
“It is indeed that of the perfumery-girl.” They said.

Her face was suffused with the darkest blood, much of which oozed and dripped from her mouth and ears. Foaming was not present. That would be indicative of drowning. Her throat was another story. It bore more bruises that could be counted. On the right side was a gaping wound that revealed the very innards of working parts that were left behind. The edges of the wound appeared to be ripped and torn some sort of large animal of beast. The remnants of sharp incisors or teeth marks boasted of doing the dastardly deadly deed.
Her arms were bent and twisted over the breast, and were stiff to the touch. Her right hand was bloodied and clenched; the left was missing up to the elbow. Claw marks showed deep gashes on her back and down the length of both arms. Her shoulder blades bore deep lacerations, allowing sticky gore to partially seal and fill the wounds. The flesh of her body was puffed due to the prolonged exposure and absorption of bay water. Regardless of the puffiness, the remaining body parts appeared whole although battered and bruised. It appeared as if it had been thrown about and slammed multiple times. It was like that of a child bashing, slamming, and throwing a rag doll of the trouncing of a Teddy Bear. A piece of lace was found tightly wound around the neck as well. It was saturated in blood and embedded into the flesh. The material and the flesh seemed as one; it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. This strangling affect alone would have been sufficient to kill.

The medical examiner reported with confidence regarding his findings and that of the deceased most virtuous character.
“She had been subjected to the most brutal violence I had ever seen since the examinations of war-torn victims in all my professionally experienced observations.” the Doctor said.
The corpse was not so badly damaged that recognition by family and friends was impossible. The dress was badly torn and mutilated yet recognizable as well.
The outer garment had been ripped and tattered. It had been torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist, but not torn off. The slip beneath, was slashed and pulled from around the waist and dangled, twisted about the right thigh two or three times, remaining partly attached to the waistline of her body. The dress immediately, beneath the frock was of fine muslin; and from this the slip twenty inches wide had been torn and ripped. It was found to be fitting rather loosely, and secured by a belt of fine tanned leather. During the course of garment strings and other attachments, the lady’s bonnet strings also played a role in the fatal determination.
Over the muslin dress and slip of fine lace, the strings of the bonnet were attached, yet appended. The knot by which the strings of the bonnet were fastened was not a lady’s, it was a slip knot of sailor’s knot.

Marie’s body was transferred from the morgue to the funeral parlor. She was interred with great haste. The burial site was not very far from the spot where her corpse was discovered.

Monsieur Beauvais was making boisterous exertions all over town – at barber shops, pubs and taverns, and the many shops all about the French Quarter, not to mention what New York’s mass media had to say in printed versions. The matter was meticulously and industriously hushed up. Only one week had lapsed before the story was urgently and once again ignited. Public emotion exploded.
A local weekly newspaper exacerbated the issue with speculations of its own after another body had turned up not far from the Hudson Bay near Central Park.
Marie’s corpse was almost immediately disinterred, and re-examined. Nothing was discovered that wasn’t already known. Her clothing, however, were not given to Madame Roget after discovery of the body. They were obviously held as evidence. Since they turned up nothing but the sailor’s knot for clues, they meticulously photographed, documented, and returned the body to its mother.

The investigation headed by New York City Police Chief Inspector Jason Randolph Henderson and Chief Inspector Frederick Quincy Abberline of Scotland Yard; was followed closely by the New York City Newspapers. They in turn were followed by me and Chaunea as the excitement increased by the hour. We needed to keep abreast of the idiosyncrasies of the local populace and the networking between them and the police force. The visit ‘Uptown’ in Harlem provided and atmosphere of much hate, resentment, and apprehension towards the police and its policies of policing. This interested Chaunea very much. If there is mistrust between the two, as is in Paris, the method of interaction would most certainly prove a daunting task. Retrieving inside information was almost unheard of due to the notoriety of the city cops. No one trusted anyone…ever.

Many individuals were arrested and released. One fellow who immediately fell under suspicion was St. Eustache, Marie’s would be suitor. Especially when it was noted by investigators that he wasted no time in perusing the homes several ladies, wed and unwed. One of his haunts was the house of ‘Ill-repute’ in ‘Hoboken,’ just outside of town. He thought his indiscretion would not take notice, I presume.
At first, he failed at giving intelligible accounts of his whereabouts during the Sunday on which his betrothed left home. He did finally submit to the intense inquiries and gave his accounts with some satisfied acceptance. Witness follow-up accounts and affidavits reinforced his statements. The examining dentist was also satisfied the teeth marks and bite patterns were not his.

Time passed and no new discoveries presented themselves. Thousands of rhetorical and contradictory rumors circulated throughout the neighborhood and all over town. Journalists busied themselves in a multitude of suggestions. Many of those attracted a lot of notice. The one that caused a major uproar and rippling affect was the idea that Marie Rogers was still alive and walking with the undead. It was also suggested that the vampire who killed her was building a harem of female vampires who will infiltrate and assimilate the lives of their victims; go forth to conquer all of New York City, allowing the same fate for the remaining cities and boroughs across the United States of America.

Charles (Chaunea) Auguste Duprae took a keen notice to how the team of investigators interacted with one another. The subordinate detectives and officers almost immediately rebuked and resented the authority of an outsider like the Chief Inspector Frederick Quincy Abberline. It did not matter that he was the major investigator who helped crack the “Ripper Case” in London and Paris. The team of fifteen, six uniforms, four 1st and 2nd grade detectives, the chief inspector from Scotland Yard, a private detective, Chaunea, and myself was headed by New York City Chief Inspector Jason Randolf Henderson, a rather tall, ruggedly, and not so handsome dark-skinned Black Man of about forty-eight years of age.

The facts of the matter, conceding the similarities between Mademoiselle L’Espanaye and Marie Roget, is not that Mademoiselle did leave her mother’s house on Sunday morning, June 22nd with the ostensible purpose of going to see her aunt or some other connection, in the Rue Des Dromes of Manhattan’s French Quarter. From the time of about 9 o’clock a. m., she has been seen by no one; not one living soul had laid eyes upon her.
“Nobody is proved to have seen her!” Duprae said aloud. “Not one person has come forward to say that on that day, they did see this young lady except for the suitor, Monsieur Eustache. He alone was witness to Marie’s plan for that day.”

…Secondly, at noontime on Wednesday, three days later, a female body was found floating in the ‘Barriere Du Roule,’ a pier on the Hudson Bay off the French Quarter reef. It has been presumed by the gendarmes, New York’s finest; that Marie Roget was thrown into the water within three to four hours after exiting her mother’s domicile – three days to the hour.
“Wouldn’t it be folly to suppose that murder was committed on the body of this once lovely young woman?” Duprae asked this aloud while looking directly at me.
“The body, if submerged in the river for two or three days at the outset would require six to ten days for sufficient decomposition. This in turn would bring the body to the surface. What do you think was the cause for the murderer or murderers to throw the body into the water?” He asked this question while continuing to look at me – but not looking at me.
“If the girl’s body had been kept in a mangled stat on dry land until Tuesday night, would there not be some indication of the perpetrator’s presence? Is it not to be doubted whether the body would float in such a short period of time – only two days after being dead? It is exceedingly improbable that any fool of a villain committing such a crime as murder would bother wasting precious time and exposure without adding weight to sink it! 
Why would they not take such an easy measure if this were a planned thing?” 

The facts continue with Monsieur Beauvais’s position of quintessential steadfast identification of the body. He entertained no doubt in his believing the corpse as that of Marie Roget. He took it upon himself to rip up the girl’s gown sleeve, pointing to marks and skin blemishes as proof of identification. The public took the information at face value and supposed the account true and accurate.
He then rubbed the arm of the body and found hair upon it. This folly proved to be of insignificant support – this move was a conclusive as finding an arm in a sleeve.
Monsieur Beauvis sent word to Madame Roget at about seven p.m. that night. He did not return to the house that night. It was Wednesday evening. He informed her, via the message, that the investigation is ongoing and making great progress as it relates to tracking her daughter’s killer.
The aged Madame Roget, in her grief, could not mentally or physically bring herself to go over to the precinct, daily or otherwise. One would certainly think it a worthwhile effect to go there and follow the investigation for her, keeping her informed and updated, especially if they thought the body was truly that of the unfortunate young lady – Marie ‘Rogers’ Roget.

Nobody did… No one went over there. There was actually nothing said or heard about for quite a while. The initial news of the tragedy in the Rue Davee St. Andree of Manhattan’s French Quarter, never reached the occupants of that particular building. Monsieur St. Eustache, the professed lover and intended husband of the young lady, who resided in her mother’s house, deposed that he heard nothing of a discovery of a body until the very next day – the next morning. And that was when Monsieur Beauvis burst into his room and told him of it.

“Eddie…a bit of news like this strikes note when such a horrible tragedy – a loved one; a betrothed, is so very coolly received, don’t you think?” asked Duprae intentionally aloud. “I find it quite strange…to ascertain that St. Eustache appeared to be initially unnerved and then stricken with grief needed the support of Monsieur Beauvis. He was so distraught that Beauvis’ friend and another who claimed to be a relative prevented him from attending the re-interment of the body. However, several members of the young lady’s family did attend the brief ceremony.

“Thinking further, upon recall,” I responded. “We were told that, on more than one occasion, a woman of Beauvis’ acquaintance visited the home of Madame Roget.
One particular visitation was shared by the duo.
The last visit brought about a warning – a directive, if you will…instructing the Madame to expect the calling of a gendarme. She was instructed to say nothing to the officer until his return – he insisted that Madame Roget say absolutely nothing…to leave the matter completely in his hands for him to deal with.
She was completely and utterly under his control. Her state of existence, at that time, was locked away in his head. She could not make a single move; a single step without Monsieur Beauvis. It was determined by him, that no one shall have anything to do with the investigation proceedings but him. It was also reported, upon further recollection Chaunea, that the Madame’s relatives pushed and shoved him out of the room of inquiry – he, for some reason did not want the relatives to be involved in the affairs of the women or the investigation. Why?”
“Suspicion indeed had been thrust upon Monsieur Beauvis. A visitor to his office prior to Marie’s disappearance, and while the occupant was absent, did observe a rose in the key-hole of the door. The note attached was addressed to ‘Marie,’” smiled Duprae.
“We had been led to believe that Marie had become the victim of a street-gang. And by these individuals, had been taken against her will across the river, assaulted, and murdered. We have indeed been given a false scent and led down the path of deceit, my dear Poe.”

Chaunea continued on in wild and excited soliloquy. He threw one or two sharp glances in my direction and then back to the direction of the door leading to the instant debating chamber occupied by the team of examining detectives.

Eddie…do you think it virtually impossible to believe that a person so well known as this young woman as pretty as she, could have passed through a three block neighborhood on a Sunday and not be noticed by anyone? Anyone, especially men, who would have seen her would surely remember her, I would think.” I pondered the question and then answered.
“Yes Chaunea. I think when the streets were full of people, she was among them. They all knew her and yet no one has come forward to say they recognized her with the exception of the previous testimony regarding her cited expression of intent. 
Her once lovely and bright gown was torn, tied round her, including the throat, and knotted. With that being done, it makes sense to believe the body was carried like that of a bundle and dumped into the bay… There is no real proof of that fact of where it could have possibly been tossed. There is another fact to consider, my friend.”

Duprae turned to look me full in the face. He gave me his complete and utter attention with that sneering yet intensely inquisitive facial expression. That expressive gesture appears almost always when he is nearing a conclusive resolution… But there is always the chance…always the possibility of room for doubt.
“Pray tell, what is this stifling fact friend Eddie?” 
I then quickly projected fact based on and surrounding the poor girl’s petticoats.
“The piece of one of the young lady’s petticoat was torn out and tied under her chin around the back of her head; the two-foot-long and one-foot-wide swatch could have been used; probably to prevent her screaming; to choke her into submission or unconsciousness as it was discovered imbedded in her throat. This action could very well indicate the attacker…or attackers had no pocket-handkerchief.” 
Duprae smiled. Before he could make a responsive gesture, our thoughts and conversation was violently interrupted by the intrusive thrusting of the examinations room door. It was quickly pushed open by the investigation team leader, Chief inspector Jason Randolph Henderson.

“You fellows will want to hear this! You’ll have to join us in the next room where I’ll be briefing the entire team on this impending case.” 

Chief Detective Armbruister gave everyone the opportunity to position themselves. The greedy-eared audience of fifteen stared intently as the tall dark gentleman began to speak in a commanding voice.
Many members of the group resented and scoffed at the idea of taking orders from a Black man; particularly this man of color. However, they dared not disobey an order from such a high ranking official such as ‘Chief Detective’ or ‘Chief Inspector.’

“Okay, now that I have your complete and full attention, I’d like to fill you all in on some new developments as well as a review of what we have currently.
A couple of days ago, some important information fell into our laps. It appears to be the possibility of a witness of witnesses to this particular case.
Two small boys, according to the report, sons of one ‘Madame Deluc,’ were running and playing in the woods of Central Park’s ‘Barriere Du Roule.’ They happened upon a deer thicket. Inside this heavily packed shelter they found three or four large stones which seemed to replicate a seat with a back along with a footstool. They also found, on the upper stone, a white petticoat. On the lower level a silk scarf, a parasol, a pair of white gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief.
Fragments of a dress were also discovered within the brambles as well. The ground was trampled and bush-branches were broken. The scene portrayed evidence of a struggle.
Gentlemen, I might add another interesting twist to this scenario… The handkerchief had a monogrammed name upon it. The name is that of one “Marie Roget.” All eyes widened with new anticipation.

“Between the thicket and the river, the fences were found to be broken down, and the earthen disheveling betrayed evidence of something heavy being dragged along.
All of these items and particulars appear to have been there for not more than three or four weeks. Although they were all mildew covered and pressed from rain activity and stuck to the various surfaces; grass had grown over and around them, were still without question the identifiable garments of our victim.
Consequentially, Madame Deluc testified that she owns the roadside inn which is not far from the riverbank, opposite the Barriere Du Roule. This particular inn is reputed to be the hangout of a miscreant gang of blackguards from the city.
At approximately three o’clock, in the afternoon on the Sunday in question, a young girl arrived at the inn. She was accompanied by a young man of dark complexion. The two remained there for quite some time. They took to the road, upon departure, to some thick woods in the vicinity. The owner’s attention was called to the dress worn by the girl. She particularly noticed the scarf.

The Madame went on to add…not long upon the couple’s departure from her establishment, the gang of ruffians entered the tavern. “They were loud, rude, and behaved like animals. They ate and drank without paying!” She said she and her staff made note of them for complaint to the local authorities. The owner said the group followed the identical route used by the young couple. The young men returned to the inn along about dusk. They hurriedly re-crossed the river, heading back to the dark cover of the city with the greatest of haste.
Upon that same evening, soon after dark, Madame Deluc and her eldest son said they heard violent yet brief screams. The screams were that of a female…a young woman. They said they came from the direction of the thicket. She not only recognized the scarf which was found in the thicket, but the dress upon the discovered corpse.
Valance, a bus driver, testified that he saw Marie Roget cross the river via ferry on that particular Sunday. She was in the company of a dark complected man. Valance exclaimed he knew Marie and could not have been mistaken about her identity. Marie’s relatives also helped our investigation by fully identifying the articles on her person.”

Duprae embraced another point. “Monsieur Chief Inspector, if you will pardon please? It appears that immediately after the discovered clothing and pre-described items there was another thing seemingly of vast consequences. The lifeless body of Monsieur St. Eustache, Marie’s betrothed.”

An empty bottle of ‘Laudanum’ was found clutched in his hand. His breath provided the necessary evidence to convince the presence of poison. A letter was also found on his person. It briefly stated his love and devotion for Marie.
“I need scarcely tell you,” said Duprae, while completing his perusal of my notes, and excitingly benchmarking his against them; gave me a look that I’ve seen many a time – “the hunt is on! The scent is in the air! He shouted, “This is a far more intricate case than the one we’ve previously experienced in France. The two cases differ only in one respect. This is an atrocious instance of crime; albeit nothing really appears to be out of the ordinary. You may observe that, for this reason, the mystery has been considered easy, when, for this reason, it should have been considered difficult.
We should have been able at once to comprehend how and why such an atrocity might have been committed. We all could picture in our imaginations a mode – many modes, and a motive – many motives; and because it was not impossible for either of these numerous modes and motives could quite possibly have been only one. Have we taken for granted that one of them must be correct?
You see ‘Mon’Ami,’ the ease with which these variable fancies were entertained, and the very plausibility which each assumed, should have been understood as indicative rather than difficulties of the facilities which must attend elucidation, oui?
Therefore, I have keenly observed that it is by prominences above the level of the ordinary. That reason feels its way, if at all, in its search for the true, and the proper questions in cases such as this is not so much as ‘what has occurred’ as ‘what has occurred’ as ‘what has occurred that has never occurred before, oui?”

“Even at the beginning of our investigation; the prior case of ‘Marie L’Espanaye’ and her mother, there was no doubt that murder had been done. The insulting idea of suicide was at once excluded. In this case, we are also freed from the idea of believing so; the commencement to all supposition of ‘self-murder.’ 
Observe, the body was found under circumstances as to have us believe suicide at this point in the investigation, PREPOSTUROUS! I call your attention to the main character of this misadventure. We are all well aware that research and past investigations of drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water. The result is that bodies thrown into the water by violence, immediately after death requires six to ten days allowing sufficient decomposition. This action brings the body to the surface. If something, let’s say a cannon is fired and it causes the body to rise before the fifth of sixth day, it will sink again if left alone.
The human body, in general, is neither much lighter nor heavier than the water in the river. The specific gravity of a human body naturally is about equal to the bulk of fresh water. People whose bodies are fat and fleshy, women in general, are lighter the those of someone who is lean, large boned, and/or heavily muscled. However, the fresh water river is influenced by the presence of the sea’s tide level. If not for the tide, very few human bodies would sink at all. When a body id fully immersed, efforts to breathe ultimately pull water into the lungs while most of it is received into the stomach. This causes a body to become heavier by the difference between the weight of the air and that of the fluid which fills them. This simple difference is more than sufficient to cause a body to sink. It has also been recorded that individual with small bones and an abnormal quantity of flaccid or fatty matter will float even after drowning. But I would also suggest another fact to take in to account regarding a drowned body.
My experience does not show that ‘drowned bodies’ require the stated six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place, bringing a body to the surface. The proof is indeterminate. If a body has risen to the surface after being disturbed, it will not sink again if let alone. Decomposition has to have progressed far in order to permit the escape of generated gases within.
The distinction made between ‘drowned bodies and that of bodies thrown into the water after death will not sink before decomposure, and will sink if struggling is present.”

“The argument is constant. Is this of is this not, the body of Marie (Rogers) Roget? Three days have come and gone. The body was found floating, oui? If drowned being a female,, she might never have sunk; if having sunk, might have re-appeared in about 24 hours of less,” said Duprae. “However, no one supposes her to have been drowned; and dying before being thrown into the river. She could very well have been floating at any period of time thereafter. Another voice argued if the body had been kept in its’ mangled state on shore until Tuesday night, would not some trace be found on shore of the murderer of murderers? This is at first difficult to perceive the intentions of the architect.
He probably anticipates an objection to his theory by investigators, thinking the body would be kept on shore for two days, believing that rapid decomposition would be more rapid if immersed in water. He is in quite a hurry to show that it was not kept on shore at all. Because some trace would be found of the murderers on shore. This reasoning in no non-sequitor gentlemen, it is highly improbable that any villains would possibly throw a body into the river without weighing it, guaranteeing the sinking.”

“No one disputes the murder. The violent marks are definitely too obvious. It is our killer’s intention to show that the body was not that of Marie Roget. He wishes us to believe that Marie was not assassinated. However, it goes without merit to have us believe the found body is none other than Marie Roget, oui? But we have no real proof of anything, do we? Here, we have a corpse without weight attached in the water. Murderers casting it in would not have failed to attach a weight to the body.
Therefore, it had not been thrown in by murderers. This issue has been addressed and proven. This question of identification has not technically been approached. Someone in and of the media have made statements implying they are convinced of the body’s identity being that of Marie Roget. That particular person has unwittingly reassured against that belief. Also obvious is the intent in reducing as much as possible, the interval between Marie’s disappearance and the finding of this corpse. This thinking urges the point that no person saw the girl from the moment of departing her mother’s house. The conjecture insists there is no evidence that Marie Roget was in the land of the living after 9 o’clock on Sunday, the twenty-second of June. As the media’s argument is at best an expert one, they should, at least have kept this matter out of sight; because if someone truly saw Marie, say on Monday or Tuesday, the interval in question would have probably been reduced the disbelief or the body being that of the missing young lady.
It is however, amusing to notice how media representatives insist upon its point in the full belief in furthering its general argument.

Re-examine if you will, that portion of this argument having reference to the identification of the corpse by Monsieur Beauvis. Not being a complete idiot, he could not have urged in identifying the corpse based simply upon the arm. No human arm is without hair! There would have to be some sort of peculiarity in the shape, color, of length in order to make such a determination, oui? The so-called garter belonging to the mademoiselle is no proof. Nor is a shoe, regardless if the garter was sold in combination package. The flowers in her hat are no proof as well.
It could be most difficult to suppose the killer or killers in earnest. If Monsieur Beauvis, while searching, come upon a body fitting the general size and appearance of the missing woman, he would have been warranted in forming an opinion if his search had proven successful. In addition to the point of general size and contour, if he had noticed upon the woman’s arm, a peculiar hair pattern or sharpen mark, such a birthmark upon the living Marie would certainly have merit. The feet of the corpse were small, as was Marie’s. The probability of this particular body being that of Marie Roget would not be an increase in ratio.
Now, the flowers in the hat did correspond to those worn by the missing mademoiselle. If only one flower; each successive one is multiple evidence or proof multiplied by hundreds, even thousands. Upon the deceased, let us now discover garters such as the living Marie used. These garters appear to be tightened by setting back the clasp, such as practiced by the dead body.
The elastic nature of this clasp-garter is self-demonstrative of the unusual. What is made to adjust itself, most out of necessity, require foreign adjustment on a rarity? It could have been by accident, in its strictest sense, that these garters needed the described tightening. That perfection alone would have ample information in establishing the identity of Marie’s identity.
Gentlemen, it is not that the corpse was found to have the garters of the missing young lady, or found to be wearing her shoes, of her bonnet, or the flowers of her bonnet, of her feet, or a peculiar mark upon her arm, or her general size and appearance – it is that this particular corpse collectively had them all.
With this proof, it could be proved to the doubtful voice, under the circumstances, there would be no need, because in this case, the doubting voices warrant a legitimate assignment to themselves; a commission of ‘De Lunatico Inquirendo!” The doubtful voice has thought is sagacious to echo the small talk of the lawyers, who, for the most part, content themselves with echoing the rectangular precepts of the courts. I would, at this point, observe that very much of what is rejected as evidence by a court, as being that very much of what is rejected as evidence by a court, as being the best evidence to the intellect.
The court, my friends, guided itself by the ‘General Principles of Evidence – The Recognized and Booked Principles.’ These general rules are averse at particular instances. This steadfast diligence and adherence to principle with a rigorous disregard of the conflicting exceptions, is surely a mode of attaining the maximum attainment to and of truth, regardless of the amount of time. Philosophically, this practice engenders a vast amount of individual error.
Monsieur Beauvis is a busy-body. You have all no doubt fathomed the true character of this fellow of low wit. His over acuteness has rendered himself liable to suspicion. In his persistence in asserting the body to be that of Marie Roget, while being unable to volunteer a circumstance to make others believe it too. You see, a man could very well be understood to believe, in such a case as this, without the ability to forward one single reason to believe a second party opinion.
Nothing is more vague, my friends, than impression of individual identity. Each man or woman, in his or her own right, recognizes a neighbor, yet there are few instances in which anyone is prepared to give a reason for his or her reasoning of recognition.
The suspicious circumstances which involve him, will be found to tally with a much better hypothesis of my deduction of a romantic ‘busy-body’ meddling of a supposition of guilt. Once you have grasped the more charitable interpretation, we will have no difficulty in comprehending the rose in the key-hole; the body upon the slate; the elbowing of the male relatives pushing them out of the way; the wayward aversion in permitting them to view the body; the caution given to Madame Roget by Monsieur Beauvis and his female companion, that she must hold no conversation with a gendarme until his return; and lastly, his apparent determination ‘that nobody should have anything to do with the proceedings except himself.’ It seems to me, and quite possibly to you, that Beauvis was a suitor of Marie Roget; that she coquetted with him; and that he was ambitious of being thought to enjoy her fullest intimacy and confidence.
At this point, I shall say nothing further, touching the matter of apathy on the part of the momma and relatives – an apathy in consistent with the supposition of their believing the corpse to be that of the perfumery girl. We shall proceed as it the identity question was settled with the utmost satisfaction.”

I marveled at ‘Chaunea’s’ theory and reckoning as many in the room did as well. At that very moment, not unlike many, I was exceptionally proud of my friend; my cousin, as he so gracefully succeeded in acquiring the full attention of every soul in this listening arena.

“There are those who would have us believe that Mademoiselle Marie was seized by a rough street gang for the city, oui?
But that my dear friends is impossible! Think for a moment, se vous ple, a person so well known by hundreds as this young woman was, could have passed four to six blocks without someone seeing her; without recognizing her is simply ludicrous. Someone like you or me, residing in Paris – you in New York, whose walks to and fro in the city are mostly limited to our respective areas of abode. You all would agree it is seldom we would pass someone who would not recognize us in our daily routines, knowing and being acquainted with others in that particular vicinity. The notoriety of the perfumery-girl, finds no great disparaging between she and us in a walk-about. We all have a tendency to acquaint ourselves with those in our immediate neighborhoods with a kindred spirit, as did this unfortunate soul.
Taking into consideration, the hour at which the girl abounded, was it not during a time when the streets were full of people? The hour suggested nine o’clock in the morning. At that particular time of day, the streets are full of people during the week. On Sunday, however, the populace are mainly indoors preparing for church services. It would prove highly improbable that no observing person could have failed to notice, from about seven until eleven on the morning of every ‘Sabbath,’ the peculiarly deserted air about town.
Also, there is another unsettling point of interest and observation. A piece of one of the dead girl’s petticoats, two feet long, and one foot wide, was torn out and tied under her chin, and around the back of her head; one would guess to silence her screams.
This, of course, is supposed to have been done by the fellows without pocket-handkerchiefs. This idea was not well founded. The idea that these so-called “lowest class of ruffians” are the astute description of people who will always be found to have handkerchiefs even when they are destitute of shirts! Gentlemen, observe, you must have had occasion to realize how absolutely indispensable to the hold-up man, his most essential tool of the trade – the pocket-handkerchief or facial mask, oui?

At present, we should not fail to recognize the laxity in the examination of the corpse. Points to be ascertained, to be sure, are the questions of this readily determined identity. Has the body been mutilated in an inordinary fashion? Did the deceased have any articles of jewelry on her person when leaving home? If so, where there any found after discovering the body? These questions are profoundly important due to evidence untouched, with others that have yet to gain attention.
We will ascertain the validity of the affidavits regarding the whereabouts of Monsieur St. Eustache pm the Sunday in question. His character has been most mystifying to the naked eye. However, we should dismiss St. Eustache from our attention because there is no wrong doing ‘beyond’ suicide. The interior points of this tragedy is truly disconcerting, but outside of the realm of murder.

In looking further, if not deeper into the circumstances of this case; past activities of the missing young lady re-arise with a report just three and one half year ago. The affidavits record a disturbance very similar to the present was caused by the disappearance of this same Marie Roget. She disappeared for more than a week from the perfumery of Monsieur Le Blanc in the ’Palais Royal.’ She did re-appear in her customary fashion and delightful demeanor just as if nothing has happened. However, she did appear noticeably pale of complexion.
It was not out of the ordinary for one to appear pale of complexion at this time of year; she appeared to be abnormally pale. The whiteness of her skin was as if the blood in her system had drained away.

It was known to many that she was in the company of a young naval officer. He, just so happens, to be well known for his past and present debaucheries. It was also supposed that Marie returned home because of a lovers’ quarrel.
And still, another report told of a family being accosted by ‘ferry-bandits.’ The report stated something about an outrageous atrocity perpetrated by a character or characters of low regard. It says a gentleman along with his wife and daughter, along about dusk, employed the services of six young men who were rowing a boat back and forth across the river. They rowed from the banks near the restaurant-inn of Madame DeLuc and her two sons’ roadside inn to the little Island where Eustache’s body was found, and to the shoreline of the city. These young men were to deliver the family to the shoreline of the city.
Upon reaching the opposite shore, the party stepped from the boat onto dry land. They walked away from the docks to a point just beyond view when the daughter realized she’d left her parasol behind.
When she returned to retrieve the umbrella, the gang seized her and carried her in the boat back out into the middle of the river. She was gagged and brutally s*xually assaulted.
It was thought, at that time, a man named ‘Mennais’ was the reputed leader of that particular gang. It was also reported that he was the head of several groups there and about. He was arrested and brought in for questioning and examination. After three days had past, he was exonerated and released after legal inquiries and venues were set into play.
Several days after the attack, a bargeman happened upon an empty sailboat. The sails lay at the bottom of the boat. The bargeman towed the empty vessel back to the ‘Harbor Master.’ The following morning, it was found to be missing. It went missing right under the very noses of the harbor officers on duty.
What was left of the missing boat was its rudder. It was found left alone, on the lonely dock.

“It was not by current design,” said Duprae, “to dwell upon the first or second of the extracted events. I have taken note of them mainly to show you all the extreme remissness of New York’s finest, who as far as I can understand from the Prefect of first investigator on scene, have not bothered to examine the alluded to naval officer. Oui, you have been inept in your investigation gentlemen. However, we now have the opportunity to remedy the situation.
Would it be a fair observation to suggest that between the first and second disappearance of the mademoiselle, there is no supposable connection? First, allow yourselves to admit the return home or from the elopement due to a lover’s spat…the returning home of one who was betrayed.
Secondly, only if we truly knew that an elopement has again taken place; the indication of the betrayer’s sexual advances, rather than being the result of a new proposal by a second individual. We could very well regard it as ‘making up’ or rekindling the old amour, rather than as a commencement of a new one. We must also take note of the time elapsed between the first determination and the second supposed elopement being a few months more than the general period of the cruising of our men-of-war. My friends, you must by now realize the error of your ways… If the lover had been interrupted by the need to return to sea and had been seized with the opportunity the first time to initiate his design, which he has not yet accomplished – means absolutely nothing, because we truly know what? There was in reality no elopement as previously ascertained? Certainly not! But, are we really prepared to say that there was not a pre-planned design? Other than St. Eustache, and possibly Beauvis, we do not find a recognition, open, or honorable suitors of Marie. Who then, could be the secret lover of Marie Roget? Who is the secret lover that relatives no nothing, but meets on the morning of Sunday? One who is so deeply held in the strictest confidence; that she hesitates – not to remain with him until the cover of evening descends over the solitary groves of the ‘Barriere Du Roule?’
Who is this secret lover? When asked, many of the relatives knew nothing. And what was meant by the mysteriously chilling and prophesized statement made by Madame Roget after Marie’s departure?
“I fear that I shall never see Marie again.” 

Chaunea was at his finest. The audience was petrified and greedy of ear to learn of this man’s analytical expertise.
“Glancing first at many facts, let us reflect the events. Can we not imagine the intimate knowledge of Madame Roget? Are we to believe that she was excluded from initial planning of an elopement?
When Marie departed from home to visit the aunt in the ‘Rue Des Drome,’ the plan was to meet with St. Eustache at dusk. We know the Mademoiselle did meet with a companion and crossed the river with him, oui?
The late afternoon hour of three o’clock, they reached the ‘Barriere Du Roule.’ When calling for her at the appointed hour, to the chagrin of her intended suitor, was forced to return to the house with a missing person alarm. His betrothed had not appeared as planned and could not for the life of him, be located. Suspicion, of course, immediately fell upon Monsieur St. Eustache.
The mademoiselle could very well have planned it this way. She could have thought to be very secretive in order to disallow any sort of interruption of plan, do you not think?
It is highly possible to believe that Marie planned the entire event.

‘I will tell my mother that I am going to visit and spend the day with my aunt at Rue Des Dromes. I will also tell St. Eustache to call for me not earlier than dusk to dark. This plan would make it possible for me to cast no suspicion or anxiety in my being this long gone from home or sight. I will then have more time to do what is planned. St Eustache will do as I ask and not call for me until the appointed hour. Should I not plan to meet with him will arouse suspicion and I will not be able to get away. They will all never know whether I will not return or not. 
While it is possible that I shall never return, at least not before some weeks have passed; certain concealments must be accepted without criticism or judgment.’ 

Now gentlemen, you no doubt have within your notes, the most general opinion as it relates to this sad affair. From the very first, it was summarily supposed by many that the young lady had been accosted by a roving gang of blackguards, yes? Okay, this popular opinion under certain conditions, cannot of course, be disallowed.
Gentlemen, in ninety to one hundred cases of accosted victims, I would almost certainly agree. But there is no concrete proof or sustainable suggestions to the contrary. Public opinion, as it is thought by me, has been super-induced by the totalitarian of third party extracts.
Everyone from New York to Paris is excited by the discovery of a corpse believed to be that of Marie Roget. Oh yes, this girl, so young and beautiful, and notorious – a corpse is found bearing the marks of violence and floating in the river. 
We also know, at that very time period, or near, an outrage similar in nature to our investigation has surfaced. It is supposed that this young girl was abducted, assaulted, and assassinated by a gang of ruffians from the city, in a boat.
Marie too, was found in that very river; and upon this very river, the known outrage was committed. The connection between the two events did indeed supply an abundance of palpable mental and psychological suggestion to believe murder has been committed.
The populace would, in believing the relativity of the two killings would fail in the appreciation and seizure of realizing that one gang of ruffians were perpetrating, at a given location, a most heinous crime; there should be another gang; in a similar location in the same city; under the same circumstances; with the same means and appliances; engaged in a crime of exactly the same aspect; at precisely the same period of time!
In this marvelous conveyance of coincidences, the incidental, accidental, and suggested opinion of the public and so-called professionals would have us believe as they.
Rationally deducing the facts and events, my dear colleagues, consider the supposed scene of the assassinations. You may recall the thicket at the little river island, Le Barriere Du Roule? This thicket, although dense, was in close proximity of a public road as well as by boat. Within this particular thicket were three of four large stones, forming a type of seat with a back and footstool. On the upper stone was a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf. We also found a parasol or umbrella, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief. The handkerchief bore the name of Marie Roget. Fragments of her dress were found on the branches all around as well. The ground was trampled, bushes were broken, and there was clear evidence of a violent struggle all about.
Twenty days have elapsed between that fatal Sunday and the afternoon upon which the boys happened upon the scene. There remains to be no real evidence that the articles discovered had been there for more than a few days. There is, however, much circumstantial proof that they could not have remained there for very long without attracting attention.
Think back, se vous plea? The articles in question were found to be mildewed down hard with the action of the rain and stuck together from mildew. The grass had grown all around and over them. The upper part where it had been doubled and folded was all mildewed and rotten. The material tore into withered shreds upon being opened. With respect to the grass having grown around and over them, it is obvious the fact could only have been ascertained by description and recollections from two young boys. It was these two boys who in fact, removed the articles and took them home before they had been examined by a third party.
There is another point of interest my friends. The floating opinion of the articles being found in the thicket for three to four weeks is absolutely absurd! In the warm and damp weather, not unlike the weather during the murder; the grass will grow. It will usually grow to two or three inches in a single day, according to the local residents. An umbrella, parasol se vous plea, lying upon a newly turfed surface, may very well, in a single week, be entirely covered and hidden from sight by the rapid growth of grass. Mildew is a fungus. It festers and takes hold within twenty-four hours. It is highly yet exceedingly difficult to believe that these items of discovery could have remained in the thicket for longer than a week at best.
The people who have resided here for generations are highly aware of the extreme difficulty in finding seclusion. The only possibility of such could only happen at a great distance – the suburbs. Even during the week-days, according to several locals whom we interviewed, seeking solitude amid the scenes of natural beauty and loveliness; which surrounds us; in the densest foliage would be in vain. There are many nooks and crannies that are occupied by the unwashed homeless of society.
One has to wonder, if it is and during the week, how is it during the ‘Sabbath?’
The boys of Madame De Luc are naturally curious young fellows. Like many young boys, hardly a day passes without at least one of them finding something. The thicket was a favorite hangout. It supplied a natural covering canopy over top the naturally embedded throne of stone. Anyone who cannot imagine the adventures have never been a young boy or have simply forgotten.
It is exceedingly difficult to comprehend how the articles of clothing and personal items could have remained in the thicket.
They have gone undiscovered for a longer period then a couple of days. With adventurers like Madame De Luc’s boys exploring throughout, this leaves a great deal of suspicion to be cast.
You have all, no doubt observed in your notes; the reporting of the girl supposedly had become the victim of a gang of blackguards. I advise you to notice the highly artificially arranged articles of discovery. On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf; scattered around, were an umbrella – a parasol if you like, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief bearing the name of ‘Marie Roget.’ To the astute mind, eagle-eye, and well-read grey cells, this is by no means a really natural arrangement. We should have been expected to see all the things lying around and trampled underfoot.
What we should have seen, with the wrestling, struggling, and brushing to and fro of several persons; is evidence of a struggle. It has been stated in one or two reports that ‘there was evidence of a struggle’ in the narrow limits of the bowery, an annex of the neighboring bowery; earth was trampled, the bushes broken, and the petticoat and scarf were deposited and neatly placed as if on a closet shelf. The pieces of frock torn and pulled from the thorn bushes were about three or four inches wide and six to eight inches long. The hem of the garment had been mended. They looked like strips had been torn off. These slightly irregular placements have employed definite reasons to arouse suspicion, oui?
The described pieces do indeed have the appearance of those torn purposely, by hand. However, in the rarest of moments, accidents occur. A thorn or a nail catching hold of such a fabric will divide and tear the frock into rectangular angles in any given direction. We are expected to believe that not only one piece of the garment was torn, but many pieces were torn in the same manner; at the hem. Another piece was also torn that was not part of the hem. It was the un-edged interior of the dress! These things, I say, are things that must be taken into consideration. Collectively, they form reasonable grounds for suspicion. To deny this thicket as the tragic scene of this appalling outrage! The startling circumstances of these articles and the removal of a carcass by the murderer or murderers unknown, should have taken precautions in fulfilling the protocol of this dastardly deed added to the lists of suspicions.
The chief purpose of all that I have adduced is to bring you, one and all, to the most natural route in further contemplation of doubting whether this supposed assassination has or has not been the work of a gang. It is also my intention to bring to justice, the perpetrator or perpetrators of this despicable act. 
In resuming the question by mere allusion to the disgusting revolving details of the inquest’s examining surgeon. His published inferences, regarding the number of ruffians justly and properly ridiculed as unrealistic and totally baseless by every reputable anatomists between New York and Paris. It there is no grounds for inference, there could in no possibility is room for another.
Reflecting, once again, the traces of a struggle do not reflect evidence of a gang. What have these traces supposed to demonstrate? What struggle could have taken place? What struggle between a weak defenseless girl and the gang of ruffians? What struggle was so violent and so enduring as to have left its traces in all directions? The victim must have been absolutely yielding and passive in the rough arms of so violent and so obstinate a nature as to have left traces of the apparent. It seems absolutely impossible to believe these evidences of guilt should have been accidently left were they were found. The killer or killers also possessed sufficient presence of mind, supposedly, to remove the cadaver. This presents positive evidence. It presents even more evidence than the corpse itself. Can you imagine the dead body being allowed to lie conspicuously out in the open air, whose features might have been quickly obliterated by decay? Remember the handkerchief with the supposing dead girl’s name upon it? Do you really think this was an accidental death? I can assure you all that this was no accident and least of all, no accident of any gang! 
Imagine an individual, se vous plea? He has committed the murder. He is alone with the ghost of the departed. He is appalled by what lies motionless before him. The fury of his passion gone…there is commodious room in his heart to step back and take in the natural awe of the deed which has been done. He nurtures with confidence the presence of numbers he inevitably inspires. Alone with the dead he remains. His bewilderment causes him to tremble. The necessity for cadaver disposal overshadows it all. He finds it difficult, almost impossible to bear the weight of the corpse during the journey towards the river. The evidence of guilt is left behind, the sounds of life encompasses his path as well. Long pauses and quick rest allow him to recharge the perseverance to traverse. The weight of the ghastly gruesome object was ever so overwhelming. He fancies the hearing of sound. The footsteps of an observer abound. City lights bewilder him. The agony of the burden finally relieved when at long last he reaches the river’s edge. The putrid, cold, and stiff remains became the burden of medium to a small sail-equipped rowboat.
What would have the power to urge the return of that lonely murderer over that toilsome perilous path? What would have the power to make him return to the thicket and its blood-chilling recollection? He does not return. He allows the consequences to be what they may. Even if he could, he would not return. The number one thought is to immediately escape the scene. Thoughts of dreadful shrubberies, dirt, and water remain as he fled from the wrath forthcoming.
The fences behind the thicket and the river were found to be taken down. The ground showed evidence of something heavy being dragged. To three or four people, the limbs of a corpse would have afforded sufficient and convenient handles for transport. Albeit, the outer garment of the corpse; a slip, about a foot wide, had been found to be torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist. It was wound three times around the waist and secured by a type of hitch in the back. Do you not think that this was done by design in order to carry the body? Would any number of men have dreamed up such a device for sake of experience? I think not!
All this would not have happened if the corpse were carried as opposed to dragging. Then, as I have previously mentioned, this was done by fellows who had no pocket-handkerchiefs.
More language of evidence speaks to the strip of cloth found around the neck, fitting loosely, and secured with a hard knot was not used to quiet the screams. The slip was eighteen inches wide, and therefore, although made of muslin, would form a strong band when folded or rumpled like that of a length of hemp.
The point to this inference is the solitary murderer, having carried the corpse for quite a distance; be it the thicket of elsewhere; by means of the bondage hitched around its middle, found the weight too much for his strength. He decided to drag the body, as proven by evidence.
It became necessary to attach something in the nature of a rope to one of the lower extremities. This move proved feasible. Tying one end around the neck, where the head would prevent slippage of the rope. Unquestionably, the murderer thinks, of the bondage about the loins. Oh yes, he would have used this method, but for its volution about the corpse, the hitch which embarrassed it, and reflecting that it had been torn off from the garment. It was easier to tear a new slip from the petticoat. He tore it and made it secure around the neck. In this fashion he did pull and drag the carcass to the river’s edge. The ‘bandage-slip’ was only attainable via trouble and unforeseen delay. However, the imperfect bonding aid proved worthy to the call. The make-shift rope employed, demonstrates the necessity of a handkerchief that was not available. This all occurred after leaving the thicket. That is to say, if the thicket was used at all on the way between the bushes and the river.”

One of the young detectives, Adam Marshall, stood with a hand raised in question.
“Excuse me, pardon Monsieur Duprae!” Chaunea paused momentarily, smiled and bade the young gendarme to pose his question.
“The evidence of statement; supplied by Madame De Luc, points directly and especially to the presence of a gang in the vicinity of the thicket. They were spotted and identified at or about the time of the murder. This is the sworn testimony of the Madame in accordance to her complaint of servicing the rowdy group who did not pay for services rendered. She also stated it was this group who followed the couple after leaving the inn. If you could explain that sir, it would bring us all to the forefront of your analogy?”

“Bon Jour, my young friend and colleague,” replied the smiling Chaunea. “I will do the very best in explaining the circumstances to you and everyone, young detective.” Chaunea continued on with his thesis surrounding the tragic events.
“Madame De Luc points especially towards the presence of a street gang in the vicinity. She also says all this happened at or about the epoch of this repulsive tragedy.
I sincerely doubt if there were not one as opposed to a dozen gangs involved, as described by Madame De Luc. The gang which has drawn attention during this investigation has proven to be somewhat tardy and very suspicious evidence, of Madame De Luc.
The only gang which is represented by the forthright, honest, and scrupulous old lady as having eaten her cakes and swallowing her brandy without bothering to pay – have proven a worthy group for accusations, oui?” Chaunea peered directly at Detective Marshall. Their eyes locked intently.
“But where is this precise evidence? Where is this evidence of guilt as pointed out by the Madame?” asked Duprae.
“A gang of miscreants made their appearance, behaved boisterously, ate and drank without paying, followed in the route of the young couple, returned to the inn about dusk, and re-crossed the river in a great hurry.” Chaunea paused and rubbed his chin while casting a wide gaze across the group.
“Now, this great hurry, this great haste could very possibly be seen as a greater haste in the eyes of the lady inn-keeper since she dwelt lingeringly and lamentingly upon her violated food and drink. You see, she entertained the hope of compensation for hospitality, and sustenance. Why, since it was about dusk, would she make a point of the ‘rush’ or ‘haste’ by the gang?
This question leaves no room or cause for wonder. My friends, surely, even a gang of villains should make haste to get home when a wide river is to be crossed in small boats, when an impending storm approaches along with the threat of night-time darkness.
Yes, I do say ‘approaches’ because night has not yet arrived. It was just about dusk, like the morning twilight, when the indecent rush of these ‘miscreants’ offended the alert and sober eyes of Madame De Luc. We were told that it was on that very evening when Madame De Luc and her eldest son heard the screams of a female in the vicinity of the inn.
Now, listen very carefully…
In what words did Madame Del Luc designate the time on period of the evening at which these screams were heard? She said it was soon after dark! A pre-stated description records, “and about dusk,” is certainly still daylight! With that, it is abundantly clear that the gang left the ‘Barriere Du Roule’ prior to the overheard screams; of a young woman, by Madame De Luc and her son.
Imagine, if you will, a large sum of money or reward be offered along with a full a full and absolute pardon to any member of a gang. Would it, do you think, not take very long for one member to turn on the other? How many, which one would be no so greedy of reward and anxious for escape as to not early and eagerly become the betrayer?
The secret has not as yet divulged itself to be the very best of proof that it is in fact, a secret. The horrific horrors of this dark deed are only known to one, or two, living human beings; and to God.
Now, to sum up this long analysis and ascertainment, we have arrived to the pinnacle of the questioning idea. Was it a fatal accidental under the roof of Madame De Luc, or a murder perpetrated in the thicket at the Barriere Du Roule? Was this unholy deed done by a lover, on at least by an intimate and secret associate of the deceased?
This secretive or secreted associate is of a swarthy complexion. This complexion, the hitch in the bondage, and the sailor’s knot with which the bonnet-ribbon is tied, all point to a seaman.
The relationship developed with this young happy and willing girl designates him as above the grade of a common sailor. Well written and urgent communications between the two, were admitted to journal. They have by far, proven corroboration. The first elopement report tends to blend the idea of this seaman with that of the naval officer who was first known to be the leader in this unfortunate crime.
At this point – arrives the most fitting circumstance; the continued absence of him with the dark complexion. Observing the complexion of this man as dark and swarthy; it was by no means a common swarthiness that constitutes the sole point of remembering, regarding both Valence and Madame Du Luc. The question remains… Why is this man missing? Was he murdered by the gang? If so, why are there only traces of the murdered girl? The scene of the two grizzly outrages will be of course, naturally be supposed identical. And where is his corpse? Would not the perpetrators have disposed of both bodies in the same manner? It has been said that this man still lives and is deterred from making himself known due to dread of being charged with the murder.
This late consideration might be supposed to operate upon him since it has been established that he has been seen with Marie. This realization bears no weight at the epoch of the dastardly deed. The first impulse of an innocent man would have been to announce the outrage and to offer assistance in identifying and apprehending the ruffians. This behavior would unsurprisingly suggest.
He had been seen with the girl. He had crossed the river with her in an open ferry-boat. Even an idiot, the surest and sole means of relieving himself from suspicion is to deny the existence of assassins.
Now, we may ask, what means do we have of attaining the truth, the first affair or the first elopement? Let us examine the full history of this so-called officer; with his present circumstances, along with his whereabouts at the precise period of time as the murder.
And a previous period, there were those who insisted vehemently upon the guilt of ‘Mennais’ through communications and news media. Let us endeavor to ascertain and repeat our questioning of the Madame, her boys, and the Omni-bus driver, Valence. This bears something more of the personal appearance and bearing of the ‘dark complexion man.’
Queries, skillfully directed, will not fail to elicit, from some of the parties, information on this particular point – information which the parties themselves may not even be aware of possessing.
At this time, we should bring our attention to the river vessel. This particular boat was towed into port by a bargeman. The boat, without the cognizance of the officers on duty, was submitted without its rudder. This appearance occurred prior to the discovery of the dead body.
We will further our investigation surrounding this boat. For you see gentlemen, the rudder is at hand. This sailboat would not have been abandoned without some form of inquisition. The abandoned vehicle was not repeated to any news agency of local police. So how is it that a person or persons unknown manage to silently steal away the boast without knowing of its whereabouts? Can we imagine some type of connection with the Navy? 
The probability of the killer availing himself to a boat has already been mentioned. We are to understand that Marie Rogers was cast over the side of the boat. This is the only possible conclusion that we can arrive. The corpse could not be left in the shallow waters of the shore. It would surely be discovered to soon. The dead body shows peculiar marks on the back, shoulders, and rib cage. These marks are consistent with the bottom ribs of the sailboat in question. Since the body was dumped and found without weighted supports, is indicative to presuppose the body being disposed of by boat as opposed to being disposed of from shore. If it was thrown from a shore point, a weighted object would have been attached, keeping it from surfacing. We can account for the absence of weights by the killer due to his neglected precaution. He would have probably unquestionably noticed his oversight. He had no way of making corrections to the error. He would not dare to return to scene of the dragging. Having disposed of the accursed corpse, the killer would hasten his retreat back into the city. He would have been in too great a hurry in securing the boat at the wharf, once slipping out of it. The natural thing to do is to distance yourself from the chalice of evil; this conveyance of death. He would not have wanted the boat to remain docked. He would assure himself of escape with the death vessel adrift.
By morning, unutterable horror would have gripped his soul upon discovering the boat had been discovered and picked up, and docked at the wharf of the local waterway authorities.
The next night, the killer steals away through the darkness and silently crosses the pier to where the boat is slipped. Without notice, warning, or permission, he removes the rudder. The killer then once again sets the sailboat adrift to the mercy of the rivers current.

At first glimpse, the dawn of our success begins. Our obtainment of the suspected killer’s identity has been firmly established as are his estimated whereabouts. This death-boat has guided us thoroughly to him who has employed it with a rapidity that has indeed delivered us surprise. The murderer shall be traced and apprehended with a major quickness.”

The desired approach has been brought to pass and the Prefect filled with punctuality, the fulfillment of Duprae’s contract and professional assistance.
Chaunea and I were very pleased with the ending result of this particular case. We smiled, laughed, and ate to our pleasured contentment while discussing and planning for our departure and return to Paris.

The doorbell rang. The door of our hotel-room was being assaulted by a continuous pounding and banging. I fumbled feebly for the timepiece as to advise us of the time. It was half past seven. We had drunkenly placed our heads upon soft pillow at just past 5a.m. The accursed pounding would not stop. We shouted in unison, “Go Away – Stop That Confounded Pounding Upon Our Door – You Must Have The Wrong Room!” 
A voice cried out. “Monsieur Duprae, Monsieur Poe, You Cannot Leave – You Must Come At Once!” The pounding upon the locked door commenced…again.

Duprae did not move a muscle or face from slumber. The deafening noise drove us to madness with the opening of the door. The uniformed New York City Gendarme who appeared was as pale as a ghost and drenched in perspiration. Excitement ruled the concert of his vocal chords as he delivered his horror-filled message in a high-pitched tone; as one of an operatic performer.
“There’s been another killing – another murder! You must come quickly!” Duprae was standing – starry-eyed, partially attired, and in shoes as I turned to inform him of the herald’s message.

“Eddie,” whispered Chaunea. “Have you your revolver?” I answered, “Yes.” 
“Eddie?” he asked. “Have you any silver bullets?” I answered, “No Chaunea.” 
“Let us hurry Eddie, for I fear it may be too late to catch him before he departs!”
I answered, “Who Chaunea?” I fumbled with my shoes after retrieving and putting on my trousers. “The Prefect, Chief Detective Armbruister, Chief Inspector Abberline, and Chief of Police Henderson have concluded this case. To whom do you refer?” 
Duprae did not answer as he rushed past me and through the door, down the corridor to the elevator. He frantically pushed the elevator call button before bolting down the stairs.
Once outside he hastened to find a Hanson at 7:40a.m. However, the police carriage which conveyed the message-bearing gendarme would suffice very well.
“Officer,” shouted Duprae! “You were sent to collect me and my companion, is that correct?” 
“Aye Sir, I was instructed to deliver the message and return with you and your assistant as quickly as possible by my superiors, Sir!” 
“Very well,” replied Chaunea. “Come; let us not waste a moment! We must get to the ‘Wilford Plaza’ as fast as these horses can run!” 

The driver was encouraged to lay whip through the air. The horses cried a ‘Winnie’ with excitement as they bolted forward. The steel-rounded wheels of the carriage were trimmed and fitted with a rubber coating so as not to make unnecessary clattering and clanking noises upon the cobble-stoned causeway.
The driver and gendarme protested the detour. Duprae insisted upon the unexpected direction. Before the horse-drawn carriage could be brought to a stop, Chaunea bolted forward, out of the coach, up the short flight of carpeted stairs, and through the double-doors of the hotel. He motioned for us to hurry and follow. He did not bother to call or wait for an elevator car. He bolted for the stairs instead; right up to the third floor – room three hundred and ten.
Attempting to catch our breaths, the gendarme and I managed to keep up with Chaunea. Strangely, before arriving at the hotel, we searched for a gun and weapons shoppe. We were fortunate enough to find one that was not quite fully opened for the day. The shop keeper was surprised while being caught off guard by our early morning patronage. He was even set back further with Chaunea’s amazingly fantastic and bazar request for a box of silver bullets. Again fortune has availed itself to our frantic Monsieur Duprae.

Chaunea raised his fist to knock upon the door of room three hundred and ten. Before the knock could be delivered, the door of the hotel room flew open.

“I knew it would not take you very long Monsieur Duprae.” said Abberline.
“Oui Monsieur, I can see that you are prepared for a trip. A trip back to London…to the killing grounds, Monsieur?” replied Duprae.
Abberline dropped his bags and reached with his right hand under his overcoat. Duprae placed his left hand on Abberline’s left breast, indicating a cease and desist.
Abberline dropped his right hand. Duprae motioned for the uniformed officer to take Abberline into custody.
Duprae removed a revolver from the breast-holster of Abberline’s left side inner suit-coat. Abberline did not resist. He simply took a step backward indicating surrender. When the police officer attempted to subdue and search him, Abberline struck the officer with a mighty blow of the left fist. The officer crumpled to the floor unconscious. Swinging with the right, he barely missed Chaunea who skillfully ducked the punch and kicked out hard with his right foot. The heel of his boot smacked Abberline right behind the right ear and dropped him like a sack of potatoes, flat on his face.
Abberline attempted to rise with meaningful retaliation, but to no avail. I enslaved his movement by placing my left foot on the nape of his neck and cocked the hammer of my revolver. 
Abberline could see the sparkling shine of brand new silver bullets gleaming from the chamber of my revolver; and knew immediately it was all over. You see, he knew ordinary ammunition would do him no harm. A shot from a normal lead-based projectile would not kill him while a solid-silver one would.

Chaunea removed from his left pocket, a small brown-colored bottle of no more than 50ml (2oz). He then removed the cap and dripped a few drops on the outstretched hand of Chief Inspector Abberline. The droplets singed and burned his skin almost down to the bone. The inspector screamed and cursed in unexplainable agony.
My friend leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. “Eddie, it’s ‘Holy Water.’ I’ve had it blessed by a priest well before coming here today. I then began to understand everything in complete and utter detail as I listened to Chaunea while looking into the reddening eyes of the subdued chief inspector.

Upon helping the recovering officer to his feet, Chaunea ordered him out to fetch other officers and to notify his superiors as well. After placing the inspector in restraining shackles, the officer obeyed his commands. Abberline sat in a chair near the bed and began speaking to my dear friend and cousin.

Blood stained clothing and droplets on the inspector’s shoes proved his business from the night before, the clothing discovered amongst his items in the valise; the shoes on his feet.

“I saw with my own two eyes, what that man had changed into. He changed, before my eyes, into the murderous monster of beasts; not unlike the one you see before you.” 

The inspector spoke with a great sadness; painfully, with the ease of a great burden being lifted from his shoulders.

“I saw him change and kill, maim, and destroy one hundred and twenty-three doctors, interns, and observers in that medical examination and teaching auditorium. The catastrophic insanity of that insane asylum, utterly besieged by horrific madness and rage, bloodied the place beyond all recognition. He killed and cast chaos into the calmness of the commodious teaching facility – and vengeance upon his attending antagonist physicians – upon every living soul in that atrium of observation.
The Talbot family curse has blossomed into and upon many. Sir John Talbot, Lawrence’s father, was bitten by a wild boy in the mountains of India while on a hunting expedition. The wild boy was never caught or seen again. The bite which Sir John suffered changed his life forever and that of his wife, children, and family as well. He and his spouse bore to the world, two sons. I saw him cast fear, slash, slaughter, and ravage the heart of London-Town’s ‘Piccadilly Square’ and across ‘London Bridge.’ We gave chase of him, the long-toothed, and bold of muscle, hairy beast for miles. I caught up with him at ‘Talbot Hall.’ 
I shot him once, twice, three times, and emptied my revolver. He did not stop his advance. He was shot and killed by a woman armed with a gun full of silver bullets – but not before I became infected with the disease of ‘Lycanthropy.’ He, Lawrence, did bite me and scratch me during the melee at the asylum.” 

I sat in awe, aghast at the unfolded details and sorrow spilled from the mouth of the inspector from Scotland Yard. He explained how he had managed to stay out of the lime-light and suspicion by investigating and working cases mostly alone. He espoused a great sorrow for the many lives taken by him over the years while being afflicted with this terrible infection.
His continual denial and mounting bodies, taken mostly from the poorest of district boweries like London’s ‘White Chapel,’ ‘White Hall ’and‘ The Rue Morgue’; have served to feed his hunger.
The rich and lofty gave not a care for the happenings, concern, and plight of the poor. Dead bodies pilling up didn’t matter so long as they were properly disposed of. Many went to medical facilities, asylums, and experimental laboratories anyway. The ‘Body-Snatchers’ made a wonderful living of such.

“Marie and her two friends, had simply become an inconvenient nuisance.” said the inspector. “You see, while we were expectantly working here in New York, I happened upon them one evening prior to the hunt.
St. Eustache, a useless peasant discovered my secret. I held him to secrecy. I thought he might serve me well. I was wrong. He found the body of Marie after he’d told her about me the night before. He planned to ‘blackmail’ me and told her of such. Her betrothed and her so-called secret lover were in cahoots; conspirators. He knew she would die the moment I found out about the conspiracy. He knew that she would die as well as his partner in crime, the sailor who got away…but not for long. He would have held me to blackmail and his fortune. I bade Eustache to take his woman away from this place. He failed. I promised ‘Mennais’ life-time wealth once he did rid the world of the two lovers and my secret with them. He did just that.
Beauvis got too pushy and nosey. He began to make demands and was constantly hounding me for money, or he would expose me to ‘Madame Roget.’ He had to go…while his other lady friend of secrecy wore the ‘five-pointed star – the pentagram of death (it would simply be a matter of time before she meets her death by yours truly).’ I poured the laudanum or dilaudid, if you will, down Eustache’s throat. He would have died because of Marie anyway. I couldn’t wait for the Moon on this one.
My bags and belongings were pre-packed as of last week…

There is no cure from this illness, Monsieur. I knew it was just a matter of time before you, Monsieur, would have put it all together and to right. 
And tonight, exactly as last night; the Wolfsbane will not help because there isn’t any remaining; there will be a full moon. 

 

 

Not Quite The End!

 

 

Until Next Time. 

 

‘G’ 

~BoulwareEnterprises/Hallow II, 3.14.15-9.25.15~ 
‘Bowery of the Crimson Frock – Pt. 3’ 
Isle Manhattan: “The Changeling – Loup Garou” 
By 
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
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Pt.2 ‘The Loch of Satanus’ (“Howl Of An Angel”) 
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“Bowery Of The Crimson Frock” 
http://boweryofthecrimsonfrockandflesh.blogspot.com/ 
http://parttwotheweddingparty.blogspot.com/ 
https://www.blogger.com/profile/10910946197037982583 

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‘Isle Manhattan’ – “The Changeling, Loup Garou” 
Part Three: ‘Bowery of The Crimson Frock’ 
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From The Beginning I Foretell The Outcome, And From Long Ago The Things That Have Yet Been Done”

~Isaiah 46:10~

~ “THE DAWN OF RULE” ~

BY

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

https://www.academia.edu/36702533/_The_Dawn_Of_Rule_

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

Early in the first century, C.E., from Britain and Gaul to Egypt, and the Region was ruled and occupied by Rome…one remote area was a source of constant frustration for the ruling entity – ‘Judea!’

Is it not true the humankind was given (certain) characteristics and qualities that mirrored ‘God’s’ own, such as love, and a sense of justice by God?

It has been said that humankind was also endowed with the ability to think and reason coupled with moral and spiritual capacities. These endowments have allowed humankind to appreciate the universe in all its’ grandeur. The wonders of nature, art, music, poetry, and above all…the unique capacity to worship the ‘Creator.

Attributes such as these creates the immeasurable gulf between humans and all other living creatures on this planet. Humankind has also been given the seemingly limitless potential to develop and enhance the holistic blessings.

For thousands of years, people have wondered and speculated what the future will be. How do you think the future will be for you and yours; does it promise riches or ruin; love or loneliness; will you live a long life or a short one?

Gugliemo Marconi,” inventor of (one version) the wireless telegraph, stated “The wireless will make war impossible.” He made this prediction in 1912, according to “The Watchtower.” Another failed prediction rejected the “Beatles,” a musical group, success as an impossibility due to a decline of guitar-playing group music’s popularity.

Soothsayers, astrologers, and fortune-tellers have consistently professed their ability to predict the future.

People have consulted fortune-tellers almost forever. How many people have considered the issue of consistency? The predictions of many so-called fortune-tellers utilize many methods that often contradict one another – even if and/or when the same method is applied.

Critics, non-Believers, and Exposé(s) have boasted how cards, crystal balls, pools of water, tea-leaves, and the lines on a persons hand as mere props. The fortune-teller uses these things to read the reaction of a person – gaining the persons trust, enabling them to obtain the family jewels of large sums of money for their beguiling services.

A highly-skilled fortune-teller has the ability to gain access into the victim’s inner secrets or background history by asking all the right questions – carefully watching for verbal and non-verbal clues, revealing facts or situations unknowingly given away.

Accordingly, these practices imply the future of human-kind is predetermined. Many of these predictions are so general that they could apply to anyone.

Would you not agree with this analogy?

Is it not true that we as human beings, have been given the ability by God to choose what we believe in or what we wish to believe in and/or what we chose to do? Do our choices affect our future?

~Joshua 24:15~

Astrologers believe (or so they say) that the stars, the moon, and the planets significantly influence the lives of the people on this planet we call Earth.

They claim the position of these celestial bodies at the time of one’s birth shapes his or her personality and future. It’s been proven that predictions made by different astrologers for the same individual(s) do not (always) match. Astrology classifies people under one of twelve categories – zodiac signs, according to their date of birth.

One example could be made with my particular case… My cousin “Denise” and I where born the same day and year. The only difference, or so I’m told by my parents, is that I was born in the morning, she in the afternoon.

The zodiac signs, according to practitioners, are said to give clues to a person’s character, people who have the same birthday do not share the same traits; one’s birth date reveals nothing about his or her personality.

Instead of seeing people as they really are, they judge a person’s behavior and character by a set of assumptions. I’m sure many of us would agree that this belief is a form of prejudice.

This author can most assuredly promise major differences in the character of my cousin and me, not simply the fact that I am male and she female.

So, the question, once again, becomes a continuation:

are projections based on patterns in tea-leaves, coffee grounds, tarot cards, crystal balls, dice, and other means to read a person’s future – a reliable or concrete way to discern the forecasted future of humans?

This statement has also been written…

Worshipers of Godwe find these words:

“There should not be found in you anyone…who employs divination, anyone practicing magic, anyone who looks for omens, a sorcerer, anyone binding others with a spell (not to mention-chains), anyone who consults a spirit medium (an exorcist?) or a fortune-teller, or anyone who inquires of the dead…for whoever does these things is detestable to the “Most High!”

~ Deuteronomy 18:10,12 ~

Now…what all that is stated in this message applies to what is being fulfilled today – according to prophecies…take a moment and compare today’s ruling factions as it relates to what has transpired according to history – biblical or otherwise…

Today – a similar choice is before you (and I), and “how you/we choose will determine what your/our future will be. It’s true that circumstances in life can quite seriously affect your plans – your future depends upon your choice.”

“You are going to hear of wars and reports of wars…nations will rise against nation(s) and kingdom against kingdom.”

~ Matthew 24:14 ~

Its been said that ‘Lucifer’ most likely exacerbated a great many things… “Is it better to serve in Heaven than to rule in Hell?” ‘The Fire and The Fury’ has spoken to the non-belief in “climate change” and “global warming” as well as the dis-belief in doing the right things as it relates to life itself. So-called leaders who turn their backs on humanity and its’ suffering have no place making decisions for those of us who are human beings. Would you not agree?

How and why is it that Nazis are walking about within the confines of ‘Democracy?’ How and why is it that “Black Men, Women, and Children” are subject to lynchings and terroristic oppression decades after the “Emancipation Proclamation?”

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“Bizarre behavior behind closed doors have been piling up…Douthat, for one, is now calling on Trump’s officials to invoke the 25th Amendment!”

“The presidency now has kinglike qualities, and we have a child upon the throne!”

Sergeant Isaac Woodward, a twenty-seven-year-old black veteran, upon being honorably discharged from Camp Gordon in Augusta, Georgia, was pulled from a public bus (still in his uniform), incarcerated, and during the night, he was beaten so badly that he was blinded in both eyes (one was gouged out).

In Alabama, when a Black Veteran removed the Jim Crow sign on a trolley, an angry streetcar conductor unloaded his pistol into the ex-Marine. The Chief of Police found him staggering away and administered a single bullet to his head, finishing the job.

In South Carolina, another Black Veteran complaining about Jim Crow transportation had his eyes gouged out with the butt of the sheriff’s billy club.

In Louisiana, a Black Veteran who defiantly refused to give a white man a war memento was dismembered, castrated, and blow-torched.

In Monroe, Georgia, two Black Men (one a Veteran who did not show proper obeisance and the other accused of flirting with a white woman) and their wives were surrounded by a lynch mob of over thirty who tied the victims to trees and then fired close-range into their faces. One of the men was also castrated. One of the women had her spine severed by force of the sixty bullets that entered her body. The other woman was seven months pregnant. Outrageously, newly released files in 2007 reveal that the FBI investigated suspicions that the three-term governor of Georgia, Eugene Talmadge, sanctioned the murders to sway rural white voters during a tough election campaign. No one was ever arrested.

In 1973, the Civil Rights Division of the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) filed a civil rights suit against the Trump Organization (TO; Fred Trump, chair, 27-year-old Donald Trump, president) charging it with “violating the Fair Housing Act of 1968.”

In 1973 when the Justice Department accused him of trying to deter prospective Black and Puerto-Rican tenants by insisting there were no vacancies or pretending the rent was much higher. He settled the case, not admitting guilt, but was forced to place ads reassuring minorities. A decade later, Trump was accused of intimidating tenants he wanted to get out of a building on Central Park, cutting off heat and hot water, and failing to carry out repairs.

It is a travesty when politician’s piggy-back their agenda’s on the backs of the suffering mourners for their lost loved-ones! Where is the shame? Where is the sympathy? Where is the love and compassion?

Forty-Nine Dead, Many injured, and a country shook in the massacre of Florida’s Orlando ‘LBGT’ Community. Quadrupled with the sadness and misery of death and fear, out of the ashes of divineness, bigotry, and evil intentions spewed the poison tongue of non-sympathetic finger pointing and false accusations by the presumptive presidential candidate. This act of non-compassion reflects the mandates of him and those who believe as he does… the direction of death-dealing leadership intended for the future of our country. Constant insults from this current president, Black Folks, Native Indigenous Folks, Latino-(Spanish-Speaking) Folks, Islamic Folks, Middle Eastern Folks, Asian Folks, and many other immigrants of this American Society have not dodged the bullets of the ‘trump!’ Is this truly the leadership that will sit in the oval office of these United States?

What will happen with the world-allies who also fear the destruction of Planet Earth if this un-Godly disciple takes the reins and sits in the saddle of leadership? How many of us fear for the future of our children, grandchildren, and the children after them? Would you want this type of creature to poise his questionably-voted-in finger to press the button that releases the beginning and end of disaster from another world war…killing every living being on the planet?

During a spotlighted press conference, which he loves, this demo-Gog spit out words of nothing but hatred and abandonment for all those he truly dislikes and hates. The insistence of wall building and exclusion spells nothing short of a return to ‘Jim Crow,’ ‘Internment Camps,’ and “A Total Society of White Domination, Oppression, and Superiority!”

There have always been the existence of those who would sell us out; those who would sell their own mother for the friendly pat upon the head, the illusion of inclusion and false reward…God has a plan for them, I’m sure.

People died! Families Mourned! Lives were lost! He spoke of who was supposedly responsible and the fault of laws allowing destitute people into the country. Not one word of sympathy for those families who have felt the pain of a lost member, innocent souls that have departed this Earth in terroristic horror through no fault of their own. He blamed the family of the lone gunman who brought the death-dealing rain of death and annihilation to those who had no clue that they were to be the tool for spewing more and more hate-speak by this threat to our posterity.

The death-dealer’s Father did not have a clue to what his son was planning. He stated that he would be the first one to turn his son in to the proper authorities had he known! No cudo’s for him by the would-be world leader.

“We Are Legion, For We Are Many!” Is this the time for the “War of The Gods?” It has been said that the Devil would rise amongst the weakened souls of Man! It has been prophesized that the Demons from Hell would rise up and begin the destruction of “All Mankind!” Is this what we are and have been witnessing along with the rise of ‘White Superiority Throughout the World?’…I shudder to think this as being true, as we all; right-thinking, God-Fearing persons who have the power to stop this vile attack upon us, our people, the “People of God!” Even to those who are atheists and non-believers who do not believe in the “Most High” have something to fear from this hate-monger. We all should be made aware that this demonic leadership agenda for the masses and terrible destruction of Mankind will meet the end of existence should this “take-over” be allowed to happen – while standing by and doing nothing!

This (former presidential candidate) has a commanding lead out in front of others! Is he the next ‘Great White Hope for The Controlling Factions of white America? why is this individual not in court like our own ‘Bill Cosby?’ The courts have been prosecuting Catholic Priests and that gang at ‘Penn State’ for child abuse and rape…why not the republican presidential candidate? Why Not?

~“Some Africans Are Lazy Fools Only Good At Eating, Lovemaking And Stealing” ~

– Donald Trump –

Blacks are not my equal – they are far below us!”

We shall declare war on this Negro Dilemma!”

Eugenics will save the day!”

– Francis Galton –

Evil, vile, murdering, deceitful, and contentious behavior in people today is (increasingly) self-evident – especially by so-called “World Leaders,” would you not agree? Has it not been fully evident that we have been, and are surrounded by such people? These people who adore themselves, love money, driven by pride, and lust for all and more are more than demanding and more than not willing to respect or agree with others is a widely spread infectious disease that needs to be bombarded with radical radiation and any and all forms or discoveries of “cancer killing agents” and viral decimators – Globally!

How many of us has noticed the widespread disobedience to parents as well as a general love for pleasure than praises, obedience, and love for the “Most High?”

Are things getting worse…day by day?

Jesus once said:

The days will come upon you when your enemies will build around you a fortification of pointed stakes and will encircle you and besiege you from every side.

They will dash you and your children within you to the ground, and they will not leave a stone upon a stone in you.”

~ Luke 19:43,44 ~

As for these things that you now see, the days will come when not a stone will be left upon a stone and not be thrown down.”

~ Mark 13:1; Luke 21:6 ~

When you see your house (Jerusalem) surrounded by encamped armies, then know that the desolating of her has drawn near.

Then let those in Judea begin fleeing to the mountains, let those in the midst of her leave, and let those in the countryside not enter into her.”

~ Luke 21:20,21 ~

Satan induced our first parents – “Adam and Eve,” according to the Bible, the “King James” publication(s), etc.

They were enticed to join him in his rebellion against God. Satan claimed that “The Most High” was withholding something good from them. He said they, Adam and Eve, had the right to determine for themselves what is right and what is wrong.

Listening intently, albeit beguiled, they went along with the devil and turned their backs on “The Lord.”

They, of course, lost the prospect of living in paradise (Eden) forever…was lost.”

~ Genesis 2:17; 3:1-6; 5:5 ~

The bible also takes notes of the fact that – “In the last days, men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, un-thankful, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God, having an appearance of Godliness but proving false to its power!”

~ There Will Be Food Shortages ~

The number of (estimates) deaths in wars and armed conflicts since 1914 surpasses 100 million people – more than the entire populations of a great many nations.

In a world where we produce enough food to feed every person on the planet (900 million appr.) – it is estimated that three to fifteen million children will die from hunger or malnutrition each year…

Hear about the (current) quake(s) in Hawaii?

Each year, fifty thousand plus Earthquakes are large enough to be felt by humans. Records indicate that about one hundred and fifty of them bring substantial damage to buildings and other property. The history of such destruction also indicates that one very large and great Earthquake occurs every year – compiled estimations show between 1975 and 2000, Earthquakes have claimed the lives of more than five hundred thousand people world-wide.

~ A Visitation~

I was inspired to pen this essay after a visit from a member of “The Kingdom of Jehovah’s Witnesses.” Upon her second visit, I wasn’t available to speak with her…she promised to return on the following Sunday – she didn’t. The perfectly polite and courteous lady was very elegant in her manner – church-like and professional. She asked me if I knew “what the future held.” I gave her my impression of how I felt living in this day and age as well as how I felt living in this country with such a person running things in D.C. – of course, as an “America Voter and Citizen, my negative appraisal of these current events was the answer given.

The nice lady wished to know if she returned to speak with me, would I be receptive and possibly have another point of view – as well as an answer to the question of what I believe will happen in the future? I was/would be more than happy to meet with her again…

Many times (back in the day) people ran inside and locked their doors when they saw groups of people who were perceived to be “Jehovah’s Witnesses” coming down the street(s). “Oh shit…here they come, get inside the house, lock the doors and don’t answer; pretend that you’re not at home before they get here!” – this was the mentality that many neighborhood(s) back then. Having matured over the years, I welcome their messages as the disciples of the “Word of God!” What do you think is better, someone bringing you worthless information and material goods or a kind, heartwarming, and Holy word of God?

I do not recall…I didn’t remember the woman’s name once starting this written passage. I do hope that we meet again…and for ‘God’s sake, when they come to your house, please don’t hurt them, these disciples of the “Good Word(s).” After all, they’re simply messengers of “The Most High!”

According to the Bible, critical times hard to deal with” would come in the “Last Days!”

Strife, oppression, and suffering(s) have plagued human-kind for millenniums…

~ Roman History and Persia ~ 

~ Roman History and Persia ~ The Caesarians and The Claudians/The Julio-Claudian dynasty

How many of us have witnessed perverted justice where innocent and good people are and have been oppressed by “The Evil Ones?”

What Are We To Do While Living and Enduring Life Within This Current Administration of 2017 (and possibly beyond), My Brothers and Sisters?

Will there ever come a time when injustice and wickedness will be no more – a thing of the past – simply a thing of history?

The rebellion in “Eden” did not thwart “The Most High’s” original purpose for mankind‘His’ perfect love and sense of justice moved ‘Him’ to provide a way to free us from the bondage of inherited sin and death…

God’s purpose for ‘Human-Kind’ was to fill the Earth and subdue it, and have in subjection…every living creature that is moving on Earth.

~ Genesis 2:8,9 ~

God’s original purpose for ‘mankind’ reveals clearly with these words:

Keep strict watch that how you walk is not as unwise but as wise persons, making the best use of your time, because the days are wicked.”

~ Ephesians 5:15,16 ~

We stay close to God by making our relationship with ‘Him.’ The most important thing in our life.”

~ Matthew 6:33 ~

As for the heavens, they belong to “The Most High,” but the Earth ‘He’ has given to the sons of men.”

~ Psalm 115:16 ~

Yes, it is true, “The Most High” did create the Earth to be a beautiful, permanent home for mankind, and ‘He’ filled it with everything we need to enjoy a meaningful, endless life.”

~ Genesis 2:8,9 ~

I do believe that God’s love for us is like that of a loving parents for their children. Albeit, imperfect…loving parents instruct, encourage, support, and discipline their children because they want them to be happy and to flourish.

What do we as parents most desire in return?

We want our children to love us and take to heart what we have imparted to them for their good. So, it should not be unreasonable for “our ‘Father’ in heaven” to expect us to take time and show love and appreciation for all that ‘He’ has done for us.

Many folks believe fate or predetermination is the controlling factor in their lives. Is it unrealistic to believe that personal choice had nothing to do with it – especially when they feel they have failed to reach certain goals in life. They give up and say “It was inevitable” or “It was meant to be so?”

It is unfortunate when so many become disillusioned when they see no way out of an oppressive and unjust world – it is what many of us see and experience…continually. We see things like war, crime, murder-by-cop, natural disasters that go unaided, and sickness wreck life-long plans over and over again.

The rebel “Satan-the-Devil” tried to sabotage “The Most High’s” plans or arrangements concerning “Eden.” The rebellion by the duped couple, Adam and Eve, has had a profound affect upon humans to this very day.

God said, according to the Bible:

Through one man (Adam) sin has entered into the world and death through sin, and death has spread to all man-kind.” …Sin and death was inherited from our original parents – we are born with the inbred knowledge of right and wrong.

“Lovingly, God gave his only son (Jesus Christ/Yahushua), so that everyone exercising faith in ‘Him’ might not be destroyed – but have everlasting life,” according to the ‘Apostle Paul.’

~ Romans 6:23 ~

But, by offering ‘Himself’ willingly as a ransom sacrifice, Yahushua, redeemed all that was lost through the sinful couple, “Adam and Eve.”

…Breaking free from the yoke of power and rule begins with the understanding of what “King Solomon” attempted to put forth:

Wisdom is a protection just as money is a protection, but the advantage of knowledge is this – wisdom preserves the life of the owner!”

Knowledge and wisdom from “Yahweh” can protect us today and help us to make the wise choices in life – the wise choice leads to everlasting life in the future.

~ Ecclesiastics 7:12 ~

We learn how to gain such wisdom by listening…as one listens to his parents, listening to “The Most High’s” voice implies learning and obeying what ‘He’ says – we listen by reading and applying what is in “His” word(s) via the Bible.

~ John 5:3 ~

A Greek historian named “Herodotus” told of a biblical prophecy that came true. The Hebrew prophet who is named “Isaiah” also mentioned something about a biblical foretelling concerning the “Oracle of Delphi.” It told of a legend where priests and priestesses passed on information from a God they claimed to represent.

It has been said that “King Croesus of Lydia” sent gifts of great value to the Oracle of Delphi in Greece. The King wished to learn what the outcome would be if he fought against the Persian King called “Cyrus.”

The Oracle stated that King Croesus would “Destroy a great and powerful Empire.” A confident march against the King of Persia sallied forth.

The ambitious foretelling was worthless information. Oh yes, a kingdom was conquered and destroyed…it was indeed the Kingdom of Lydia and King Croesus who was conquered by the King of Persia. …So much for (the) fortune-telling.

The Bible on the other hand, contains a remarkable and fascinating prophecy…fulfilled in infinite detail about the King of Persia.

According to the prophecy, long before the king was born, (about 200 years), the Hebrew prophet “Isaiah” described in detail how King Cyrus would conquer the strong and mighty Kingdom of Babylon. Cyrus invaded and conquered the “City of Babylon” and freed the captive Jews therein. Herodotus said the army of Cyrus did divert the waters of “The Euphrates River.”

This endeavor enabled his soldiers to enter the city unbeknownst to its inhabitants via the riverbed.

The river which flowed into the city, was channeled away from town, lowering its level enough for the army to march into the hapless and sleeping ‘Babylonians.’

This is what “Jehovah” says to ‘His’ anointed one…Cyrus, whose right hand I have taken hold of to subdue nations before him, to disarm kings, to open before him the double doors, so that the gates will not be shut!”

~ Isaiah 45:1 ~

The Persians entered the city through the massive two-leafed gates of the city – which had carelessly been left open. The Babylonians were not aware of what King Cyrus had planned – they, if known, could have shut all of the opened gates connected to the river which left the city defenseless… This prophecy, although remarkable, is only one of many found in the Bible – unlike the predictions of men attributing to false beliefs and gods.

A triumphal arch standing in central Rome, Italy, attracts visitors from all over the world – the arch honors “Titus,” one of Rome’s favorite Emperors.

A brief history:

Claudius,” Emperor of Rome nears the end of his life and commences to write his family’s history. The incredible memoir begins before his birth, during the rule of “Augustus.”

Augustus is married to the beautiful yet treacherous “Livia,” who plots to have her son, “Tiberius,” inherit her husbands throne. Only the emperor’s spoiled daughter, “Julia” stands in her way.

Almost ten years pass before ‘Livia’ can realize her dream of vengeance and arrange the poisoning of ‘Julia’s’ husband. Now ‘Tiberius’ can marry ‘Julia’ enhancing his chances of becoming emperor. But the union fares poorly. When ‘Tiberius’s’ brother, “Drusus,” dies in the care of ‘Livia’s’ doctor, ‘Tiberius’ is driven to despair and embarks on a violent rampage that ends in his banishment from Rome.

Determined to see her exiled son, ‘Tiberius,’ become emperor, ‘Livia’ uses blackmail and murder to eliminate rivals and end his banishment. ‘Julia’ herself, is banished after ‘Livia’ reveals details of her orgies to ‘Augustus,’ turning him against his own daughter. Finally, ‘Tiberius’ returns to Rome. But he must wait in the shadow of the aging ‘Augustus’ for his time on the throne, and so must ‘Livia.’

Only one obstacle remains between ‘Tiberius’ and the throne:

‘Julia’s’ son and heir to ‘Augustus,’ “Postumus!”

‘Livia’ entraps ‘Postumus’ in and adulterous affair – a tryst, and he is arrested for rape and banished from Rome. ‘Postumus’ reveals her plots to “Claudius,” Livia’s stammering, stuttering, and lame grandson.

‘Claudius,’ though regarded as a half-wit, is wiser than anyone suspects, hiding behind the face of a fool in order to survive.

‘Emperor Augustus,’ grows more senile. ‘Tiberius’ bides his time. But when revelations of Livia’s crimes reach Augustus, the emperor realizing he has been duped, writes a new will favoring Postumus in order to block Tiberius from gaining the throne. Livia, in her ultimate act of treachery, slowly poisons her husband. After his death, she substitutes her own version of the emperor’s will and orders the murder of her remaining rivals. Tiberius finally rules in Rome.

Suspicious of a conspiracy involving Livia and Tiberius, abound.

A senate trial must be rigged to clear the emperor’s henchmen. But when the cover-up begins to unravel, one of the defendants threatens to implicate Tiberius himself in murder. He lives just long enough to regret his threat.

Tiberius revels in a life of erotic “hedonism,” living only for perverted pleasures, egged on by “Agrippina’s” cunning son, “Caligula.” His former allies see his end ahead and build ties to ‘Claudius,’ next in line for the throne. Livia, a mere shell of her former self, now regrets her son’s savage reign. On her deathbed, she reveals the full scope of the family’s crimes to Claudius – and makes him promise that she will be revered as a goddess for generations to come.

Tiberius, old and frail, slowly begins killing off all who could succeed him. Fearing assassination, he orders a purge, leaving the senate piled high with the bodies of his enemies. Claudius survives only through cleverness. Finally, Tiberius banishes his long hated rival, ‘Agrippina,’ along with her son, “Nero.” Caligula is now in position to capture the throne.

On the brink of death, Tiberius names Caligula heir to the Roman Throne. To win favor with the masses, Caligula spreads money left by Tiberius among the Roman people and pledges to pay off Livia’s debts. A new age of prosperity seems to be beginning. But Caligula soon descends into madness. He declares himself a god and embarks on an orgy of bloodletting, murdering, all who might challenge his heavenly rule – even his own sister.

Caligula, now totally mad, turns the imperial palace into a brothel with orgies and gambling. The empire is in financial ruin, though Claudius retains his dreams that one day the true Roman Republic will be returned.

Caligula taunts his court with even greater wickedness. Finally he is assassinated right in front of the eyes of Claudius. The soldiers, eager to justify their coup, give the crown to Claudius. At last he is the Emperor of Rome, as had been “Prophesied!”

Trust No One” is the advice Claudius receives from a valued friend as he assumes the throne. But the aging emperor is at the peak of his life. His beautiful young wife, “Messalina,” gives him a son and daughter, and Rome’s finances improve. But his wife secretly lusts for the nobleman “Appius Silanus” and is determined to seduce him. Her cunning manipulations lead to an attempt on the life of Claudius…and an order for the death of ‘Appius.’

While Claudius leads his army in Britain, his wife organizes a tournament of sex, challenging the “Guild of Prostitutes” to provide a champion (whore) to compete with her.

Claudius, returns from his campaign victorious, but his wife’s infidelities have made a fool of him. When she cuckolds him by “marrying another man” in a Bacchanalian Feast,” his public humiliation is complete.

After consulting with his advisors, Claudius signs a warrant for his wife’s execution.

Claudius is persuaded to remarry for his children’s sake. He takes Agrippinilla,” the most corrupt woman in Rome and the secret lover of his key advisor as his bride. Claudius wants only to make use of her brilliant mind while she longs for a position of power.

The epic story of his family’s history, which he has been writing, is now complete. Knowing the prophecy that her son, ‘Nero,’ will be Rome’s last monarch, Claudius is ready to meet his death when his wife poisons him.

The story traces the lives of several emperors and their ruthless ambitions – including shocking debauchery, incest, and murderous intrigue set in one of history’s most fascinating eras. Claudius, whose stutter and limp have marked him a fool – yet whom prophecies have foretold will one day rule Rome…

The Arch of Titus” has two large reliefs depicting a well known historical event. Less well-known, though, is the fascinating link between the arch and the Bible – the Arch of Titus bears silent witness to the remarkable accuracy of bible prophecy.

Rome renewed its campaign against “Judea,” headed by “General Vespasian” and his son “Titus.” Soon after “Emperor Nero” died (68 C.E.), ‘Vespasian’ returned to Rome to assume the throne, leaving “The Judean Campaign” to his son “Titus.” With an army of about 60,000, Titus ordered his soldiers to strip the Judean countryside of trees, which were used in building a five mile long (4.5 miles-7km) wall of pointed stakes around Jerusalem.

The Romans plundered and burned the city, its temple(s), and tore them apart stone by stone…just the way “Yahshua” has foretold.

~ Luke 19:43,44 ~

A conservative estimation was compiled, reporting that “a quarter and a half million people perished in Jerusalem along with the rest of the country.”

Titus returned to Italy and a rapturous reception by the citizens of Rome. The entire city turned out to celebrate one of the greatest triumphal processions ever staged in the capital city.

The crowds marveled as untold wealth paraded through Rome’s streets. They feasted their eyes on captured ships, massive floats depicting battle scenes from the war, and items plundered from Jerusalem’s temple(s).

Titus succeeded his father ‘Vespasian’ as emperor (79 C.E.), two years later, he was dead. Titus died unexpectedly. His brother, “Domitian,” acquired the throne and ordered the construction of the “Triumphal Arch” in his brother’s honor.

Standing as a silent witness, the Bible confirms the reliability and accuracy of biblical prophecies and establishes the facts inspired by ‘God.’

~ Peter 1:19-21 ~

According to “The Kingdom of Jehovah’s Witnesses,” the good news of “God’s Kingdom” is being preached (and taught) all over the globe, just as it was requested by ‘Jesus/Yahushua.’

The book of Daniel” (in the Bible) tells us that this kingdom is governed or a government of and by ‘God.’ There is a prophecy that traces the progression of certain dominant human governments, or kingdoms, and it alone will stand forever.”

It is also said this and other prophecies foretell that “The Most High’s Kingdom” will replace “All Human Rule” and bring stability and order to all people upon this planet…

What will life be like under God’s Kingdom, you might ask?

There will be marvelous and wondrous promises coming true:

No more wars, no more sickness, no more food shortages, no more pain, sorrow, hatred, and death, whereas life will surely have success!”

The Lord, Our God” is described in the Bible as “The God Who Cannot Lie,” promises all these wonderful things for the future!”

I have put life and death before you, the blessing and the curse; and you must choose life!”

~ Deuteronomy 30:19 ~

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!”

~ Micah 6:8 ~

 

…The prophecy foretells that when this work is completed to ‘God’s satisfaction, “The end will come.”

 

What does that mean?

It will mean the end of human rule and the dawn of rule by ‘God’s Kingdom – And what promises will come true under “God’s Kingdom!”

And so my people, YOUone and all, are invited to walk with ‘HIM’ and gain the eternal blessings

 

‘HE’ has in store for those who do…the choice is YOURS!

~ “It Is The Meek Who Will Inherit and Possess The Earth” ~

 

...Will Your Prophecy Come True?

 

May Peace and Blessings Be Upon You…

 

 

…Til Next Time.

 

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Research/Acknowledgment(s):

~’Are We Talking About The 600lb Elephant In The Room?’~

http://blackhistory.com/content/327472/are-we-talking-about-the-600lb-elephant-in-the-room

~ “26 Black American Soldiers – Lynched!”~

http://hbcu.com/content/327377/26-black-american-soldiers-lynched

~ “TrumpTown USA And The K.K.K.”~

http://blackhistory.com/content/326928/trumptown-usa-and-the-k-k-k

~ “Not One Word Of Sympathy From Lips Spewing Hate!”~

http://blackinamerica.com/content/293580/not-one-word-of-sympathy-from-lips-spewing-hate

~ “RAPE!” – ‘Beneficial to Whom?’~

http://blackwomenconnect.com/content/292738/rape-beneficial-to-whom

~ “The Barrel Of The Steal Is Still Smoking”~

http://hbcu.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=292829&cid=10

~“Some Africans Are Lazy Fools Only Good At Eating, Lovemaking And Stealing”~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-GiX6d-L4E

Published on Nov 3, 2015

What Are We To Do While Living and Enduring Life Within This Current Administration of 2017, My Brothers and Sisters?

The Watchtower, Announcing Jehovah’s Kingdom, No.2, 2018

~ “SANKOFA” the “MAAFA” ~

 

Maafa:

Maafa are terms used to describe the history and ongoing effects of atrocities inflicted on African people.

“The Black Man has never been a competitor, but has always been subservient to the white race. And just as long as he remains subservient, his position is secure, and just as soon as he becomes a competitor, his fate is sealed.”

~Dr. Benjamin Hayes, Eugenicist, 1905~

http://blackhistory.com/content/273292/maafa-life-after-conquest

Sankofa:

“The Sankofa symbolizes the Akan people’s quest for knowledge among the Akan with the implication that the quest is based on critical examination, and intelligent and patient investigation.

The symbol is based on a mythical bird with its feet firmly planted forward with its head turned backwards.”

http://blackhistory.com/content/288611/sankofa-never-to-forget

~”A Man Of Color?”~

Bethlehem in Judea:

…After the days – he was brought to Jerusalem, on the 40th day he was presented to the temple before the Lord – Every male which opens the womb shall be called Holy unto God.

http://blackhistory.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=229744

I Claudius”: Image Entertainment, BBC Television Productions, 1976

Marcus Cassianius Latinius Postumus:

Encyclopedia Britannica

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Marcus-Cassianius-Latinius-Postumus

Postumus:

https://www.ancient.eu/Postumus/

https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=Postumus

Livia Drusilla:

https://www.ancient.eu/Livia_Drusilla/

https://www.ancient.eu/search/?q=Livia&sa.x=23&sa.y=20&sa=Search 

~ Roman History and Persia ~ The Caesarians and The Claudians/The Julio-Claudian dynasty
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julio-Claudian_dynasty

The written law is the Torah- also known as the Chamishei sifrei Torah or chamishei sifrei Moshe, the Five books of the Torah or the Five Books of Moses. These are the ones you are familiar with as the Pentateuch at the start of the bible.

https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AwrEzeaCuAhbuPsAXxhXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTByMjB0aG5zBGNvbG8DYmYxBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzYw&#8211;?qid=20070611084533AAoahEF

 

 

 

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~ “AI”…of Human-kind ~

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://ezinearticles.com/?AI-Of-Human-Kind&id=9927310

 

“Which Came First, The Chicken Or The Egg?”

Several years ago, you may recall a publication describing our growing dependency upon machines, devices, and “AI.” On several occasions, I’ve attempted to bring awareness to this phenomenon of artificial intelligence abilities in creating and/or re-creating itself…over and over again. What once was a ‘science-fiction’ story has been brought to bear, in living color, a scientific fact.

The article, “Device Machine Dependent,” has described instances and descriptions where robots or robotics have been designed to emulate the actions, abilities, and appearance(s) of mankind…“Human-Like”; “The Image of Its’ Creator!”

How many times have you been in your car and engaged in a shouting match or argumentative interaction with your ‘GPS’ or “Onboard Interface?” Aw, c’mon now…haven’t you gotten angry and screamed at the device when the voice behind it gives you screwed up or wrong directions? Sure you have.

Selene Yeager, a contributing author to ‘AARP Magazine,’ spoke of a doctoral student at Stanford University, who specializes in Human-Technology-Interaction.

“We (humans) get confused and angry because we don’t know what the ‘GPS’ is “thinking,” David Miller says.

This author (yours truly), however, is and has been guilty of that particular type of behavior. I can remember keying in a direction (when that wasn’t satisfactory, I tried to engage the voice command option), the damned thing told me; directed me to take a highway and exit… I followed suit. When I realized the directions where totally wrong – the accursed voice put us on “The Highway To Hell!”
We traveled sixty miles outside and away from our planned “Pocono Mountain” destination.

Well, I’m here to tell you, I momentarily (Oh, like so many) became insane and started screaming at the voice inside of the ‘GPS system.’ Miller went on to say, “In the future, when your GPS gives you directions, it may give you a rationale, so that you will have a better two-way relationship.”

Yeah, right. I’m happy when and if the thing gets me to my unfamiliar destination(s)…via the correct route! I don’t mean to be to hard on the device…it’s a pretty good little tool when it works as expected.

“A Bite Of The Apple” addressed the ‘IT’ community on big issues concerning Apple’s stance on “covert and proprietary practices” in the world of technology; hardware and software – particularly its hardware products. Apple’s ‘IT’ decision makers espouses an ergonomic flaw which reveals a preference, They’ve said “Apple-like” form over function, i.e., the iMAC connectors on the rear of their machines are designed and/or decided by anal retention.
Their ‘IT’ management team describes one possible meaning of “Anal Retention.” “It’s a point on a curve at which the curvature changes from convex to concave or vice-versa. It can also be called a “Flex Point” or “Point of Inflection.” Apple management says its proprietary devices are putting more effect into business user marketing. Apples’ devices are making their way into the enterprise arena because ‘IT’ managers, not users, like them.

The ‘end-user’ report stresses the fact, suggesting the product(s) being as good and excellent on ease of use, design, and reliability. Does anyone recall the definition of cloning?

Many of us have PC’s in our homes today. And there are many others who feel they are, and believe they are a step ahead while utilizing home-robots like “Alexa” or IBM’S “Watson” and a myriad of cloned devices that clean, monitor, and coordinate their daily lives or lifestyles.

Where’s your cell phone?

It used to be the desk-top computer that was the central ‘Internet’ connection. Then it was the ‘Laptop.’ The “Tablet” continues to be popular these days, but the “Smart-Phone” outshines them all. All one has to do is simply look around… Look and see how many people are walking, running, riding, driving, and flying…dependent upon those continually unrelinquishing devices to sustain them in their existence, and their very lives on this planet.

Not long ago, a vicious computer virus wrestled control from some 400,00 computers across more than 160 countries in one of the worst international cyber attacks and computer infections.
The virus blocked all access to programs, files, mainframes, and networks unless the computer’s owner(s) paid a ransom. The elicitable funds could only be paid via “Bitcoin.”
Bitcoin is online currency that is almost impossible to trace. The Bitcoin currency is traded for the purchase of a “Ransome Key.” Often, victims have paid the money only to not get the key to unlock their computers (or) systems, losing both their money and their data.
This incident should serve as a major wake-up call to users with the much encouraged “must-do” procedure(s) on PCs and Internet devices in their care or usage and the prevention of viruses, botnets, web-crawlers, malware, worms, etc.

I certainly agree with Doug Shadel, of “Outsmart Fraud – AARP Magazine,” in suggesting that users/owners regularly backup your important files to an external drive or remote storage service; have a pop-up blocker running on your web browser at all times; instantly leave websites you’ve been routed to without your consent; use a reputable antivirus program – keeping it updated at all times; make sure your software (and anti-virus software) is up to date; don’t click on links or open attachments from email addresses you don’t know; and buy only legitimate software – and register it.

Do you remember the scene in the movie “Star Wars,” where the bar-tender shouts at ‘Luke Skywalker’ to get his droids out of his establishment?
That scene is a result of human prejudices against machines or robot-kind. Detroit, Michigan’s automobile industry and workforce is all but totally manned by robots (or robotics). Robots are doing major operations on humans and animals alike. Robots are preparing foods, packing and shipping items, driving cars, and diagnosing human ailments and diseases. Robots are answering telephones and redirecting calls. Robots are calling you on your telephones, reminding you of past due bills, appointments, prescription pick-ups, and making attempts at selling you goods and other services. Robots are building bridges, buildings, and homes. Robots are doing just about anything and everything a human or animal can and has been doing. Ask yourself…how many jobs have been lost and are being lost to robots?

“Many companies are using sentiment analysis to gauge the mood(s) on social networks and/or the web…but getting insight takes new tactics and skills,” said Doug Henschen of ‘Techweb.’

“It definitely takes new tactics and skill-sets in order to acquire a position in the new world of IT, BI, Communications, and Analytics.” This conclusion is postulated via the published article, “Destruction and Creation – A New Jobs Hyperbole.” No one can deny the massive and major changes that have occurred in the ‘New World Economy’ of this century. What’s going to happen in the centuries to come – will we be “Star-Trek-Like?” How about a world and future like that of “Logan’s Run?” Will robots become the new judges, lawyers, congressional appointees, senators, or president? Those of us who are aware, interested, and/or motivated in or toward the continuation of mankind’s reign over machines, must become the master of both sides of IT/BI.

AI: Artificial Intelligence…is in contrast to the natural (Human/Animal-like) intelligence…the ability of a computer or robot doing what is normally or commonly done by humans or animals – with intelligence or intelligent abilities…the ability to think.

How long will it be before humans (man-kind) are completely out-thought by “AI” – becoming completely and utterly our replacements as opposed to being our once-upon-a-time servants?

“How Long? Not Long!”

 

Now, doesn’t this argument make you wonder…

“Which Came First, The Chicken Or The Egg?”

 

“AI”…of Human-kind?

 

 

Til Next Time…

 

 

‘G’

https://www.academia.edu/36482756/_AI_…Of_Humankind_

 

 

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‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’

(Pt.1)

~ “A Four Cornered Phling” ~

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2018/03/23/willis-samuel-investigations-the-series/

“I should not have been born… I was supposed to be aborted. Now see what you’ve done. You’ve allowed me to come of age and become the monster that I am…”

*

A Rap Sheet: The Year 2013 – To Current…
“On the corner of 10th and Mifflin. One guy was pissed because he couldn’t get his car out of its’ parking space. Another patron’s car was double-parked, blocking him in. Mostly all of the South Philly residents were accustomed to this way of life. The average South Philadelphian didn’t blink an eye at the thought of not doing so. From Delaware Avenue to 25th Street and Snyder Avenue to Oregon Avenue was considered the zone for double parked cars.
If you were a member of the family’s business, you did whatever you wanted anyway. Made members were the elite in those particular neighborhoods. One could compare such a society to that of mob figures in New York. The South Philly Mobs were a force to be reckoned with.
When the old ‘Mustache Pete’s’ like ‘Angie-B’, ran things, there wasn’t a great deal of blood on the streets. There was only money to be made.

*

Detective Willis Samuel of the Philadelphia Police Department recalled something…someone…somewhere, not long ago. There was a conversation that he’d overheard regarding justice.

“Ha! Justice in this place! Someone was making a joke.”

There were six murders of late. All of them occurred on the ‘Philly’ side of the bridge. Camden recorded fifteen as of late. Four of the victims were women. The other two, a homo-sexual and a hetero-sexual. Each of the Philly murders happened in all four corners of the city, on the same night.

Willis crawled into bed with his wife, Elizabeth. He’d been working all day and late into the night, racking up a grand total of 18 straight hours. It was a hot and sweltering night in “Mount Airy.” Summertime in Philly can be a deadly killer. The gripping effect of humidity and heat has claimed the lives of several elderly and physically challenged citizens. Many of the city’s homeless have been approached and sometimes gathered up in groups by authorities suggesting shelter of a mandatory nature.

Willis didn’t want to be saddled with the first victim of the case, let alone all six. His new partner and subordinate made a clumsy comment.

“Ya know boss, don’t cha’ think these deaths have something in common?”
Willis replied, “Yeah, they’re all dead…and don’t call me boss!”

Chasey (pronounced ‘Chazzy’) Deltaveino was an old Jr. high school chum when we both attended ‘Vare Middle School’ in South Philly. Chasey Del, as he was known, was a made members’ son. He knew anything and everything, especially if and when it concerned South Philadelphia and South Jersey goings-on known as business. Last week, a bar fight jumped off on the corner of 10th and Mifflin. One guy was pissed because he couldn’t get his car out of its’ parking space. Another patron’s car was double-parked, blocking him in. Mostly all of the South Philly residents were accustomed to this way of life. The average South Philadelphian didn’t blink an eye at the thought of not doing so. From Delaware Avenue to 25th Street and Snyder Avenue to Oregon Avenue was considered the zone for double parked cars.
If you were a member of the family’s business, you did whatever you wanted anyway. Made members were the elite in those particular neighborhoods. One could compare such a society to that of mob figures in New York. The South Philly Mobs were a force to be reckoned with.
When the old ‘Mustache Pete’s’ like ‘Angie-B’, ran things, there wasn’t a great deal of blood on the streets. There was only money to be made.

The two guys were squaring off outside after a pushing and shoving match occurred inside. Apparently, the “made-man” didn’t move fast enough for the guy who wanted to get his car out. The angry man didn’t know the guy who shoved him back was a made-man. He shoved harder and won out on the shoving match. The made-man punched him in the mouth with a solid blow from a straight right-cross. The angry man fell backwards into the bar, landing on a couple of patrons who allowed him to drop to the floor. More angry than embarrassed, he pulled himself to his feet and took a defensive posture. Realizing he was in more of a situation than originally ascertained, he quickly began to think of a way out of the situation.

“Yo man, all I wanted you to do was to move your fuckin car so that I could get out!”
The mobster replied, “Fuck You! I’ll move it when I’m ready…and I’m not quite ready, so take your best shot pal!”

The foolish man obeyed the suggestion and swung hard with his right fist. He attempted to hit the left side of the made-man’s face. He missed when the mobster took a quick lean back and recoiled with a barrage of deadly blows.
He hit the angry man squarely on the right side of his jaw. He then punched the man right on the point of his chin with a straight right, sending him out through the glass doors, into the street. Returning to his feet, the injured and dazed fellow hit the outside wall of the bar wall with a loud thud and fell down face first onto the concrete sidewalk from the blow of another pulverizing punch. Picking himself up from the ground proved to be a daunting task. His face and nose were bloodied from the punch and fall. In the attempt to get up, the man was struck again. The mobster kicked him viciously in the stomach. The man groaned in agony. The mobster was geared up to stomp on the man’s groin area when the injured man rolled over into a supine position.
Retaining his defensive gesture, the man rolled over again into a fetal posture. Recovering quickly, the man jumped to his feet. He was preparing to attack the made-man again. Reaching into his right trouser pocket, he produced something shiny. It flashed a brilliant silver-blue reflection from the bar-room glow and lights from the streetlamps. It clicked and snapped while it swung like a chained-stem “yo-yo” with its flashing recoil. The man mastered the tool like a pro. It was a switchblade knife with a nearly invisible edge equaling a straight razor. The mobster took a step back as his adversary prepared for the attack. The mobster then did something to cause the man with the blade to freeze dead in his tracks.
The mobster pointed a brand new blue-steel Smith and Wesson 9mm at his face, cocking the hammer with the slide bar on top.

“Listen boy, you got your ass kicked here tonight. So let’s call it a night and go our merry way…I’ll move my car so you can go.”
The knife wielding man cringed and swallowed with embarrassment and fear. He knew he was a dead man. But foolish is as foolish does. When the made-man turned to re-enter the bar, the man lunged forward. The mobster twisted around to his left and with deadly accuracy, pointed the gun from under his left arm and shooting with the right. He shot the knife-wielder in the left knee.
He screamed in agony as the red hot bullet tore through the joint, ripping it to shreds. The blood squirted everywhere. It hit the gawkers standing nearby and sprayed gore all over the wall of the bar and sidewalk. The knife wielder dropped his knife, gripping his leg in utter agony; fell back down to the ground.

The made-man walked over to him, placing his right foot on the man’s neck and pointed the glock at his face and smiled down at him.

“Well son, the first rule of confrontation is to never bring a knife to a gunfight… So long pal, hope I don’t see ya in hell!”
Just as he was preparing to pull the trigger, a car pulled up with blinding lights and screeching wheels.

“Damn little Ricky, I see you’re still doing that gangster shit.”

“Yo Chasey…what’s happnin Bro! Long time no see, Homes!”

The foolish and frightened man’s life was spared. “Little Ricky” waved the guys; who made up his immediate crew; off. This gesture of mercy allowed the beaten irreverent loser the opportunity to live and see another day. Ricky’s gesticulation was completely understood by his men and the surceased and bloodied individual who was hurried by several tacit bystanders to his car. No one called for an ambulance because no one wanted to answer any questions the police would obviously have. They would not risk an interrogation by the leader of the group responsible for the foolish man’s injuries. He was on his own.

Sirens sounded in the distance. The sound grew closer to the bar’s location. Apparently, some one did call for medical assistance to the injured individual.

“Yo Rick, I need to talk to you for a mo.”
Chasey’s car pulled around behind the back of the building which housed the tavern. He didn’t bother to look and see where the driver parked the car. He wouldn’t be concerned because he wouldn’t have to move any further than the curb when his ride was needed.

Little Ricky’s boys automatically jumped to attention whenever Chasey showed up. They knew that penalty for disrespect. Several of them used to belong to him before he became the head “Knock-Around-Guy.” A few of them who were designated leaders, were with him back in the day when he was just starting his ascent to the top. Now that he is the current known “Capo di tutti capi,” Chasey’s ass was frequently kissed most everywhere he went. Little Ricky also bowed and scraped upon the “boss of bosses” arrival on any given scene at any given time.

“I’ve got this lil problem… One of our boys in blue took a trip to “never-never-land” a bit too soon. He owed us a great deal of dough. About ‘800 large.’ He departed this planet with a debt to heavy to forget or forgive.
Although he croaked on the job…he paid the ultimate price without our permission. He croaked at the behest of his superior…a Black.

Now, the thing that compounds my dilemma is that I know this Black Commander – I went to school with him – we were good friends, buddies.

Now I don’t, I’m not quite sure how to handle this situation. Somebody has to pay me my money.

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“Mask Of The Crime Czar”
“It is late Winter in the year of 1990. Jason Parks is an ex-NYPD Detective turned Private Investigator… and he’s also a Drunk. There’s nothing new about this combination; it happens all too often in detective stories. The difference here is that, through a billion to one accident he has acquired certain abilities. The accident opens up a whole new set of frustrations and tests of his resolve while dragging his psyche nearly to the breaking point.
Coping with his altered life while wrestling with the dilemma of whether he should use his abilities to assist local law enforcement or mind his own business, fosters an internal debate that has him questioning just about every move he makes. There is also the local media that can’t make up its collective mind if he is a champion of Good or a force for Evil.
The trail to catch the Crime Czar in his quest to take over and run the Mobs in the city takes Jason from Philadelphia to New York City where he must dispose of the demons of his past there, then back to the City of Brotherly Love to forestall a bloodbath between the local Mob Boss and his challenger. The trail of deceit and betrayal, suspicion and lies, takes Jason from the skies to the ground and deep under it
Will Jason overcome: the frustration, accusations, mistrust and his own internal strife and self-doubt or will he: turn his back, wipe his hands clean of it all and walk away? Even he is not sure of the outcome.”

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“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:
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“When There’s No More Room In Hell”

The Dead Shall Walk The Earth!
The pedestrians and equestrians reveled in the park’s courses of pathways and trails throughout the region. Another favored entranceway into the grotto like valley was Mount Airy’s Cherokee Lane from Allens Lane near the Lincoln Drive. The wondrous beauty and mystery of Philly’s Fairmount Park was simply adored by all and who resided and those who visited. But just as much as it is alluring it was also a most deadly place as well.

My name is Salestian Michaels. I’m currently employed by the ‘Philadelphia Sunny Globe Newspaper Organization and International News Network.’ I was born and raised in South Philly, the heart and soul of ‘Mafiosi Life.’ Angel Brondidi and Nick the Needle ran it all when they weren’t at odds with one another.

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.

Yeah, she was something else. Genailia put the whammy on me at the zoo. She definitely whipped my ass in that booth. But man, just to get the opportunity to be near her, to feel her voluptuously warm and supple body and that magnificent ass close to mine…was worth it. I guess I really shouldn’t have grinded on her ass though. I thought she might like it. I was wrong. I’m still searching for a way to apologize. They’re somewhere up in the Yukon or Alaska nowadays. I do hope that she gets back this way.

I wasn’t happy with the hospital bills either.

The ‘Dungeon Queen’ case hasn’t come to trial yet. And “the Fairmount Park Rapist” case was never solved – it’s still wide open, soon to become a cold case.

There’s been some talk around town and throughout the buildings downtown of something else. Rather than the beast, although that story will remain on many lips for a long, long, time; another frightful occurrence screams for resolve. Apparently, ‘The Wissahickon Kelpius Society’ is being looked at. There appears to be some sort of mystery surrounding missing kids and some dark robed monks…of course I had to twist a few wrists and ring a couple of ears in order to get the case. Albeit, my curiosity abounds with the want of knowledge about these characters and the missing kids, I wanted to be paid for the research and story as well.

Paying close attention to the ‘scuttle-butt,’ gossip, and rumors about, I remember hearing something about an occultist and his group back in history class. It was something about George Washington and a mystic back in the 16th or 17th century. It was during, I think, the French-American and British war of the colonies. The old mansions in Germantown reflect upon the general’s visit along with the French leader, Lafayette.

The mansions along ‘The Great Road’ held a complete and authenticated history of events from back then.
What I do know up to this point is what has been said, stored, and recorded:

~ “The Battle of Germantown” occurred at the Cliveden Manor. “It was also the country home of Pa. Chief Justice Benjamin Chew. On October 4, 1777, a British regiment occupied Cliveden and defended it from full assaults by the Colonials. Over 70 soldiers died on these grounds. Although it was an American defeat, Washington’s bold strategy helped to win French aid for the cause of independence.” – “The First Protest Against Slavery was here in 1688, at the home of Tunes Kunders, an eloquent protest was written by a group of German Quakers. Signed by Pastorius and three others, it preceded by 92 years Pennsylvania’s passage of the nation’s first state abolition law.” ~

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.
Cliveden Manor is a story of a colonial family, the servants, and its slaves.
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 area was also a haven for runaway slaves. “The Underground Railroad” ran through this region of the country as well. There existed a number of “Safe-Houses” for escaped African-American Slaves (not known then as African Americans – P.O.W.’s) such as, The Mennonite Meeting House and the Johnson House. The route to freedom for Black people often led to Canada, although a number of African descendants decided to settle in Germantown where they felt safe from persecution.
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On day two of the group’s hunt, the skies cleared at 8:30 a.m. The group of rangers set out to follow a creek bed upstream looking for tracks…some sign.

“Damn Man…he’s a big mutha, ain’t he?” That was all that Willis was able to squawk.

“We’ve gotta bag his ass.”

‘FAIRMOUNT’

The beasts eyes…
“Suddenly, out of nowhere it lunged and snapped its jaws…another man was gone!”

“We were sitting there concentrating when, a few seconds later, he pops up right in front of us, about 10 yards away and he was coming toward us,” A tracker said. “I don’t know if the wind was in our favor or what. We were dressed in camouflage. It might not have seen us.”

“I put the scope on him. I wanted to hit him in the chest, but all I could see was nothing but head!”
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“You see the futuristic city. You don’t really expect African warriors to have a futuristic city, You would expect them to have a tribe. But these ones… I’ve got no words.” 

“Seeing Us – A Lost For Words” 

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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
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“It was phenomenal! I love it! I’m lost for words!” 

Melanism in the “Jaguar” (Panthera onca) is conferred by a dominant allele, and in the “Leopard” (Panthera pardus) by a recessive allele. Close examination of the color of these “Black Cats” will show that the typical markings are still present, but are hidden by the excess “Black Pigment Melanin,” giving an effect similar to that of “Printed Silk.”

It is thought that melanism may confer a selective advantage; studies also suggest that melanism might be linked to beneficial mutations in the immune system. A “Black Panther” is the melanistic color variant of any big cat species. Black Panthers in “Asia” and “Africa” are Leopards (Panthera pardus), and those in the Americas are “Black Jaguars.” 

~The Messiah’s name never was “Jesus” and that the name “Jesus” is actually an invention of man!~

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“North Philly Students ‘Lost For Words’ after seeing Themselves in ‘Black Panther!’” 
By
Jasmine M. Ellis 
March 8, 2018
Bethune students take a photo right before entering “The Philadelphia (Formerly Foreman Mills) Mills Movie Theater” to see “Black Panther.” 
(Kyrie Greenberg/for WHYY
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“It’s field trip day at Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary School in North Philadelphia and the hallways are packed with 273 kids getting ready to board buses.

But the students are not going to the museum or the zoo. They’re going to the movies to see Marvel’s new superhero film, “Black Panther.”

Dressed in a red, gold, and brown “Dashiki(s),” seventh grade reading and writing teacher, ‘Herman Douglas’ leads a sea of students to the bus. He says for the students at ‘Bethune’ where 80 percent of the student body is Black, “Black Panther” isn’t just another superhero movie. It’s a chance to see a superhero and an all-black cast who look like them.

“It represents African-Americans and Africans from the Diaspora coming together to fight evil, to fight oppression, ‘Douglas’ said. To get children to actually see that there’s a possibility that we can solve our own problems in our own community is extremely powerful.”

The school’s principal, ‘Jamina Clay-Dingle’ set up a GoFundMe page in February online to raise money to help pay for her students to see the film. Her goal was to raise $1,125.

“We raised close to $4,000 so that was just powerful in itself,” ‘Douglas’ says. “And we had donors from all over the world.”

The group arrives at “Philadelphia Mills” and the students are ushered into their very own theater. The movie starts and the kids are swept away to “Wakanda,” the fictional “African Country” where “Black Panther” is set. It’s the most technologically-advanced country in the world, and it hasn’t been touched by colonialism.

‘Sheena C. Howard,’ an associate professor at Rider University, said for kids like these students, seeing a place like Wakanda on screen is powerful especially in a political climate fraught with racial tensions.

“In those two hours you are in the movie theater — especially as a ‘Black’ person and even as anyone else that has any sense of social justice — [you] can feel like right now in these two hours, we are winning,” ‘Howard’ said. “It kind of gives you something to hope for and it gives you a sense that things can be better.”

The students and staff at Bethune laugh, cheer, and scream their way through “Black Panther.” And once the movie is over, they snap selfies with each other and can’t stop talking — and yet, students like seventh grader ‘Daiyannah Brown’ say they can’t find the words to describe what the experience meant to them.

‘Brown’ says she finally saw herself on screen in characters like “Shuri,” “Nakia,” and “Okoye.”

“Can you believe it? Wow! To have “African-American Women” doing their own thing in the movie, it was amazing,” ‘Brown’ said. “It was phenomenal! I loved it! I’m lost for words!” 

Seventh grader ‘Edward Rosario’ says the movie — starting with the poster he saw before the film — has changed his view of “Africa.”

“You see the futuristic city. You don’t really expect African warriors to have a futuristic city,” ‘Rosario’ said. “You would expect them to have a tribe. But these ones… I’ve got no words.”” 

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Wakanda: 

Wakanda is a small nation located in equatorial Africa, it is surrounded by the nations of Narobia, Uganda, Kenya, Somalia, and Ethiopia, and was named for its native inhabitants, the Wakandans. Wakanda is a nation of vast contrasts. While tribal in government and relatively primitive in certain aspects of its culture, Wakanda possesses technology often more sophisticated than anywhere else on Earth.

Until relatively recently, the Wakandans lived as their ancestors did, primarily a hunter-gatherer society with some cultivation of crops. Central to the Wakandan’s myth and ritual was a small mountain of ore which according to legends fell from the sky. This meteoric ore was later found to be Vibranium, an extraterrestrial metal capable of absorbing all sonic vibrations. For generations, the Wakandans worshiped at the site of the mound and founded the Cult of the Panther, which paid homage to their native predator, the black panther, which guarded the sacred mountain. It all changed when a British hunting expedition happened to take note of the unusual mound of ore. The renegade scientist Ulysses Klaw attempted to forcibly seize the valuable Vibranium, but he was opposed by T’Chaka, the chieftain of the Wakandas as well as the head of “The Black Panther Cult. T’Chaka was slain by Klaw’s mercenaries, but it was his son, T’Challa, who managed to drive the foreign invaders away. Realizing the vast wealth of the Vibranium deposit, the Wakandas quickly became one of the wealthiest countries in the world for merely small quantities of Vibranium.

The Wakandas took care to let no outsider know the exact location of the deposit for fear of theft. T’Challa, became educated in the universities abroad, then returned to Wakanda to assume leadership of the tribe. His newfound business and scientific expertise enabled the Wakandans to further parlay the Vibranium deposit into even greater wealth.

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Kemet!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kemet 

A child of color asked the father, “Dad, where do white people come from?”

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.

“Am I My Brother’s Keeper?” 

Cain was cursed by God and driven out from the light and into the cave(s) in the land of Nod. A mark was placed on his head that indicated he was an untouchable and unclean man. The mark also said to others that he is cursed and that no man shall cause him harm. According to the “The Lost Books of the Bible and the Forgotten Books of Eden”, Adam and Eve were indeed aware of their eldest sons hard heart and jealousy to the point of hatred. Satan, who appeared as a man, caused the separation of the couple and Eden. He, Satan, is now plotting murder with Cain. Cain was seventeen and a half years old. Abel was fifteen.

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.

Black people, Africans, descended from “The Tribe of Judah”; who descended from “Ham.”

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 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. 

“His head and His hairs were like wool, white as snow and His eyes were as a flame of fire, and His feet like unto fine brass as if they burned in a furnace!” 
The Messiah’s name never was “Jesus” and that the name “Jesus” is actually an invention of man. 
http://www.eliyah.com/nameson.htm 
~Revelation 1:14,15~ 

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:

In Truth, Justice, Peace, and Love: 

“The Virtuous Shall be Rewarded and The Wicked Shall Be Punished!” 

“Go now and teach all the nations of the world, for I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” 
~Yahushua/JesusChrist~

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Research References:

‘Black Panther’ 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_panther 

“The Eye of Cain” 
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/ 
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=The+Eye+of+Cain 

“WAKANDA” 
Equatorial Africa, it is located directly in the middle of the the African nations of Narobia, Uganda, Kenya, Somalia, and Ethiopia.

~“My Name is Caesar Borgia Not Jesus of Nazareth”~ 
“Dark is the skin color of the ‘Messiah,’ as if burned in a furnace!”
https://www.academia.edu/23710860/_My_Name_is_Caesar_Borgia_Not_Jesus_of_Nazareth_ 

‘Messiah’ 
“An exceptional or hoped for liberator of a country or people.”
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/messiah 

“Yahushua is the true name of the Messiah” 
http://www.eliyah.com/nameson.htm 

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An unofficial title of respect, having no precise significance, sometimes placed, especially in its abbreviated form, after a man’s surname in formal written address: in the U.S., usually applied to lawyers, women as well as men; in Britain, applied to a commoner considered to have gained the social position of a gentleman.
Abbreviation: Esq.
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Mary McLeod Bethune Public School In Philadelphia, PA

The futuristic city Wakanda, Ethiopia, Senegal, Uganda, Nyang’oma Kogelo-Kenya, Kemet

“OUT OF DIVINITY – The Concept of Man’s Creation and Salvation”
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Kemet:
What is the meaning of the term “Kemet” and why did some ancient Egyptians call their country by this name?
ancient Egypt or Kemet actually had 30 or more names. The most common being Ta Meru or our beloved land.
The Egyptians leaders had believed they were direct descendants from the gods, and well, this is the ‘Supreme God,’ “Amen-Ra.”
The ancient Egyptian name of the country was “Km.t,” which means “Black Ground” or “Black Soil,” referring to the fertile Black soils of ‘The Nile’ flood plains, distinct from the deshret (⟨dšṛt⟩), or “Red Land” (Most of Africa’s soil color is Red) of the desert.

This name is commonly vocalised as Kemet, but was probably pronounced [kuːmat] in ancient Egyptian.

The name is realised as kēme and kēmə in the Coptic stage of the Egyptian language, and appeared in early Greek as Χημία (Khēmía)
https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-of-the-term-Kemet-and-why-did-some-ancient-Egyptians-call-their-country-by-this-name 

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Maroons:
When runaway Blacks and Amerindians banded together and subsisted independently they were called Maroons. On the Caribbean islands, they formed bands and on some islands, armed camps. Maroon communities faced great odds to survive from colonists, obtain food for subsistence living, and to reproduce and increase their numbers. As the planters took over more land for crops, the Maroons began to lose ground on the small islands. Only on some of the larger islands were organized Maroon communities able to thrive by growing crops and hunting. Here they grew in number as more Blacks escaped from plantations and joined their bands. Seeking to separate themselves from Whites, the Maroons gained in power and amid increasing hostilities, they raided and pillaged plantations and harassed planters until the planters began to fear a massive revolt of the enslaved Blacks.
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The early Maroon communities were usually displaced. By 1700, Maroons had disappeared from the smaller islands. Survival was always difficult as the Maroons had to fight off attackers as well as attempt to grow food. One of the most influential Maroons was François Mackandal, a houngan, or voodoo priest, who led a six-year rebellion against the white plantation owners in Haiti that preceded the Haitian Revolution.
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“I am going to live by my handwriting, but I promise you that I shall someday live by my pen.” 

 

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“It is difficult to pinpoint the exact motive Brother Alexandre Dumas had in mind when he wrote The Count of Monte Cristo. He wrote the novel in 1844 and it was published in 18 fragments between the years 1844-46.” The Three Musketeers is a novel written by Alexandre Dumas, written in 1844. The book is set in the 17th century and describes the journey of a young man called D’Artagnan who sets off from his home to travel to Paris and join the Musketeer.”

~’Alexandre Dumas, Author/Playwrite’~ 

As Presented 

By 
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
For 
“Black History Months” 
http://blackhistory.com/content/332214/alexandre-dumas-author-playwrite 

“When a mulatto general from Napoleon’s army retired to the small northeastern town of Villers-Cotterets, France, little did the natives know that their town was now destined to become the birthplace of the great Alexandre Dumas. On July 24, 1802 the forty-four year old General learned that he had fathered a son. A statue in the town now commemorates one of the most prolific and loved writers of the 19th century. Alexandre Dumas was to excel at both the dramatic genre and the romantic novel. His works involve adventuresome plots, which depict the heroic triumph of human strength and endurance.

Dumas’ plots were inspired by his father’s wild adventures. Beginning early in life Dumas learned of the wartime triumphs and hardships the General had experienced. Unfortunately for the young boy, these proved insuperable for his father’s aging body. The General had suffered from poisoning and imprisonment. Dumas’ father thus died only four years after his son’s birth. Dumas then led an isolated childhood. His protective mother could not part with her boy though his education was at stake. Thus, Alexandre did not attend college. Only once that his mother’s monetary funds had been exhausted did she concede to the prospect of his voyage to the big city, Paris.

Once in Paris, Dumas tried to kindle relations with his father’s old friends. This however proved to be anything but fruitful. Luckily, General Foy, who represented Dumas’ town district in the Chamber of Deputies, was also friendly with the Duc D’Orleans. As a result of this connection Dumas obtained a clerkship with the Duc. Dumas possessed the fine penmanship necessary for the post. Dumas, however, already had higher goals in mind. He is reported to have commented to Foy, “General, I am going to live by my handwriting, but I promise you that I shall someday live by my pen.” 

It did not take long for the spirited Dumas to start working towards this dream. Shortly thereafter, he was inspired to write a drama, Henri III, et sa Cour. This was performed in February 1829.

Next, Dumas became temporarily distracted with political ambitions. He became a captain in the artillery of the National Guard. These duties did not hinder his literary output for long, however. Five Dumas dramas were performed in Paris in 1831. It was not until 1844 and 1845 that his most celebrated works The Count of Monte Cristo and The Three Musketeers were written.

The explosion of Dumas’ career as a romance novelist was controversial. Assistants and secretaries with whom he collaborated wrote in his style before he then reviewed what they had written. To their work he added his inventive touch and the finished product was published under his name. Dumas was criticized and even brought to trial for this collaboration. Despite this, the public loved his work. Dumas held his readers captive. Pieces of his narratives were published daily in journals. Each day the readers were left with the phrase, to be cont? They anxiously wondered what would happen next.

Dumas’ economic success was hindered by a lavish wild lifestyle. He was always in financial trouble. He once left Paris to live in Brussels because his creditors allowed him no peace. Fortunately, Dumas was brought back to Paris once a friend had regulated his accounts.

In 1860, Dumas’ whimsical nature brought him to Naples where the political insurgent Giuseppe Garibaldi had requested his presence. Here Dumas became involved with politics and also served as superintendent for an art museum. 1864 brought him back to Paris where he was watched over by his son. His son was also a writer who had amassed a glory of his own, as well as the fortune his father never could. His son tended to his father’s financial needs until Dumas’ death in 1870. Alexandre Dumas died on his son’s estate on December 5, 1870.

Dumas is best remembered for his historical novels such as Monte Cristo. Here, history forms the backdrop to the fantastic fictional inventions of a wild mind. Dumas’ output also contains romances such as the Valois romances and D’Artagnan. These works involve real historic characters and events to teach the French people their national history. Explanations of events are, however, a fabrication of Dumas’ imagination.

Never ceasing creativity is the heart of Dumas’ genius. His action filled dramas and novels capture the true essence of human spirit. Dumas’ sense of adventure lives on through the pages of his works.”
~ Excerpted from GradeSaver ~

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Alexandre Dumas, père (French for “father”, akin to Senior in English), born Dumas Davy de la Pailleterie, was a French writer, best known for his numerous historical novels of high adventure which have made him one of the most widely read French authors in the world. Many of his novels, including The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, The Man in the Iron Mask, and The Vicomte de Bragelonne were serialized. Dumas also wrote plays and magazine articles, and was a prolific correspondent.

How many of you remember the “One-Drop-Rule?” It’s the rule that designates whether a person is to be considered ‘Black’ or not, by southern slave owners and their sympathizers. They also believed that Black People, and their descendants could not possibly be entitled to or possessing intellect and the spirit of simply being “Human.” They are the main believers who say that it’s not possible for all of man-kind’s beginnings in ‘Africa.’
In the opinion of this author, it’s safe to remind everyone, that it’s been proven over and over again, that “Man-Kind’s Existence Began In Africa!” And with the “First Man’s” ability to think and imagine, civilization became a reality…

A few Written Works of a Thinking, Imaginative ‘Black-Man!’: 

The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, The Man In The Iron Mask, Robin Hood-Prince of Thieves, Twenty Years After, The Black Tulip, Queen Marguerite de Valois, The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Le Comte de Monte-Cristo II, Louise de La Vallière, and more.

Excerpted from Wikipedia/GoodReads
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4785.Alexandre_Dumas 

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Dumas’s plays, when judged from a modern viewpoint, are crude, brash, and melodramatic, but they were received with rapture in the late 1820s and early 1830s. Henri III et sa cour (1829) portrayed the French Renaissance in garish colours; Napoléon Bonaparte (1831) played its part in making a legend of the recently dead emperor; and in Antony (1831) Dumas brought a contemporary drama of adultery and honour to the stage.

Though he continued to write plays, Dumas next turned his attention to the historical novel, often working with collaborators (especially Auguste Maquet). Considerations of probability or historical accuracy generally were ignored, and the psychology of the characters was rudimentary. Dumas’s main interest was the creation of an exciting story set against a colourful background of history, usually the 16th or 17th century.

When success came, Dumas indulged his extravagant tastes and consequently was forced to write more and more rapidly in order to pay his creditors. He tried to make money by journalism and with travel books but with little success.

The unfinished manuscript of a long-lost novel, Le Chevalier de Sainte-Hermine (The Last Cavalier), was discovered in the Bibliothèque Nationale in Paris in the late 1980s and first published in 2005.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Alexandre-Dumas-pere 

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Dumas was born in Paris, France, the illegitimate child of Marie-Laure-Catherine Labay (1794–1868), a dressmaker, and novelist Alexandre Dumas. In 1831 his father legally recognized him and ensured that the young Dumas received the best education possible at the Institution Goubaux and the Collège Bourbon. At that time, the law allowed the elder Dumas to take the child away from his mother. Her agony inspired the younger Dumas to write about tragic female characters. In almost all of his writings, he emphasized the moral purpose of literature; in his play The Illegitimate Son (1858) he espoused the belief that if a man fathers an illegitimate child, then he has an obligation to legitimize the child and marry the woman (see Illegitimacy in fiction). At boarding schools, he was constantly taunted by his classmates because of his family situation. These issues profoundly influenced his thoughts, behaviour, and writing.

Dumas’ paternal great-grandparents were Marquis Alexandre-Antoine Davy de la Pailleterie, a French nobleman and Général commissaire in the Artillery in the colony of Saint-Domingue—now Haiti—and Marie-Cessette Dumas, an African slave. Their son Thomas-Alexandre Dumas became a high-ranking soldier under Napoleon.

In 1844, Dumas moved to Saint-Germain-en-Laye, near Paris, to live with his father. There he met Marie Duplessis, a young courtesan who would be the inspiration for the character Marguerite Gauthier in his romantic novel La Dame aux camélias (The Lady of the Camellias). Adapted into a play, it was titled Camille in English and became the basis for Verdi’s 1853 opera, La traviata, Duplessis undergoing yet another name change, this time to Violetta Valéry.

Although he admitted that he had done the adaptation because he needed the money, he had great success with the play, which started his career as a dramatist. He was not only more renowned than his father during his lifetime, but also dominated the serious French stage for most of the second half of the 19th century. After this, he virtually abandoned writing novels, though his semi-autobiographical L’Affaire Clemenceau (1867) achieved some solid success.

On 31 December 1864, in Moscow, Dumas married Nadezhda von Knorring (1826 – April 1895), daughter of Johan Reinhold von Knorring and widow of Alexander Grigorievich Narishkin. The couple had two daughters: Marie-Alexandrine-Henriette Dumas, born 20 November 1860, who married Maurice Lippmann and was the mother of Serge Napoléon Lippmann (1886–1975) and Auguste Alexandre Lippmann (1881–1960); and Jeanine Dumas (3 May 1867 – 1943), who married Ernest Lecourt d’Hauterive (1864–1957), son of George Lecourt d’Hauterive and his wife Léontine de Leusse. After Nadezhda’s death, Dumas married Henriette Régnier de La Brière (1851–1934) in June 1895, without issue.

In 1874, he was admitted to the Académie française and in 1894 he was awarded the Légion d’honneur.

Dumas died at Marly-le-Roi, Yvelines, on 27 November 1895, and was interred in the Montmartre Cemetery in Paris. His grave is some 100 metres away from that of Marie Duplessis.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandre_Dumas,_fils 

Albeit, this Brother is another light complected Black Author who was the victim of America’s (and possibly Europe as well) “White-washing” attempts…until the truth emerged, once again. One cannot speak of “Black History” without the mentioning of this great Black Author, Alexandre Dumas. 

This month, everyone is (possibly) celebrating “Black History Month.” We all should be aware with the reminder to the world, there would be no history without ‘Black Folk(s).’ In celebrating Black History Month, the deeds were done throughout the years; should the celebration be entitled “Black History Years,” as opposed to “Black History Months?” I don’t know…‘Black History Months’ is pretty cool with me.

How about you?

Til Next Time…

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Acknowledgments and Research:

(This article is about the son. For his father, also an author, see Alexandre Dumas.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandre_Dumas,_fils 

Yahoo.com Images of Dumas:
https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=alexander+dumas&fr=crmas&imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Flittleblacksubs.files.wordpress.com%2F2015%2F12%2Ftumblr_lk7eno3yph1qgc6fao1_500.jpg#id=63&iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F6d%2F47%2F55%2F6d4755fafe32e7301fd3a69a69156ec7.jpg&action=click 

Wikipedia.com:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandre_Dumas,_fils 

GoodReads.com:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4785.Alexandre_Dumas 

GradeSaver.com:
http://www.gradesaver.com/author/alexandre-dumas 

 

Yahoo Search Engine:
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=alexander+dumas 

BlackHistory.com:
http://blackhistory.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608%20%20 

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