A high ranking industry source made the following allegations: "Jay-Z is now the most powerful African American man in the entertainment industry. More powerful than Will Smith and Denzel Washington. Diddy may have earned more money than Jay-Z (last year) but Jay-Z is more powerful."
He has global connections on a worldwide scale and many of these friends have alleged links to the Illuminati. Allegedly, several secret societies tried to recruit Jay-Z at the same time.
These organizations usually look down on rappers but Jay-Z is the exception because he's married to Beyonce (broader appeal). Secret societies classify him as an successful business mogul.
Although Rihanna is not on the level of Beyonce or Lady GaGa, Jay-Z has the clout to recommend her for secret society membership.
He has the power to create or destroy a career with a phone call.
Allegedly, Jay-Z has access to powerful Governors and Senators.
Jay & Bey also have access to private jets and private yachts on a moment's notice from anywhere in the world.
Did secret societies play a part in these worldwide connections?
Also, read about the first man in Black Hollywood to be affiliated with a Secret Society. This man was also a recruiter (below).
"SAMMY DAVIS, JR. WAS THE FIRST BLACK SECRET SOCIETY MEMBER IN HOLLYWOOD"
Aleister Crowley (an occultist) during the 1930s – quickly saw secret societies as the key to untold riches and power,” he reveals. “I have no doubt that Sammy Davis, Jr. used his pact with Satan and an Secret Society to advance his career – how else can you explain a one-eyed, black Jew becoming a star in 1950s Hollywood while having sex with so many gorgeous white dames-without being lynched?”
During the 70's, Sammy Davis, Jr. was the highest paid and most powerful entertainer is the world (earning $3 million annually-$7 million in today's dollars). This qualified him for membership in an secret society.
Throughout his career, Sammy displayed such energy on stage after partying and sexing several women before showtime. He was a black superman.
The following is allegedly "factual" but was written as satire/fiction due to alleged death threats in 2001:
According to a source: I have it on very good authority that Sammy's manhood was of average size before his initiation." “However, the stories started to circulate about his magnificent member. Apparently it rivaled Errol Flynn’s! Women were entranced by it, and men intimidated!”
By 1958 Davis had become High Priest of the Church and, most weekends, would preside over star studded black masses in the backyard of his luxurious Beverly Hills mansion, during which new members would be initiated during wild sexual orgies. “It was like the last days of Sodom – every type of sexual perversion known to man was indulged in.
In the 1980's, Davis traveled to San Francisco where he participated in sex parties with a prominent black preacher (who is still alive). They allegedly had sex with various women until dawn.
It's always been rumored that Jayne Mansfield's death was a 'human sacrifice' that Sammy had nothing to do with.
An overseas publication printed the following allegations: Bob Hope (who had a direct line to the White House under several U.S. Presidents) was an British Intelligence asset and an Illuminati handler for the entertainment industry. Hope was also considered one of the most powerful and wealthiest celebrities in Hollywood before his death. He owned land in Los Angeles valued at more than $100 million dollars. Sammy Davis, Jr. was allegedly heavily influenced by Bob Hope in regards to secret societies.
When asked about his first meeting with the 18-year-old starlet (Dorothy Dandridge) during rehearsals for the 1941 stage musical ''Jump for Joy,'' the actor and singer Herb Jeffries recalled her as ''the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. By all standards.'' After Dandridge left the trio, the pianist and singer Bobby Short saw her solo cabaret act in Los Angeles and described her simply as a ''knockout killer beauty.''
After Dorothy Dandridge's success in "Carmen Jones," and her Oscar nomination, Sammy Davis allegedly asked her, what she thought about Secret Societies? Dandridge wasn't well versed on the subject and people kept interrupting them. At that moment, Davis was prepared to use his clout to obtain membership for Dandridge but he never brought up the subject again.
Dorothy Dandridge allegedly broke up with Peter Lawford (1st photo) due to his kinky sexual demands. But, this didn't stop Lawford, Sammy Davis, Jr. and Marilyn Monroe from trying to persuade her to attend celebrity orgies at a New York hotel. Dandridge declined.
Allegedly, Peter Lawford could not achieve orgasm without getting his nipples lacerated with razor blades. He even brought a prostitute to Robert F. Kennedy's funeral.
In later years, he lived on the grounds of the Playboy mansion. Allegedly, his son Christopher overheard Bill Cosby describe his father as pathetic.
Lawford has always been considered a pimp for the Kennedy's but recent information reveals: Peter Lawford allegedly procured women for Senator's and Governor's during the Kennedy era. Before his death, he was often seen in the company of younger men (model types) on Malibu Beach.
UPDATE! (1969 AIDS DEATH OF 15-YEAR-OLD GAY HUSTLER)
Part II (Additional Information):
When this story first broke, the young man was identified as Robert R. His actual name was Robert Rayford. Robert had never traveled outside the Midwestern United States, and had told doctors that he never received a blood transfusion. Since Rayford's AIDS infection was almost certainly through sexual contact and he had never left the country, researchers presume that AIDS may have been present in North America before Robert began showing symptoms in 1966. Moreover, Rayford never ventured into cosmopolitan cities such as New York, Los Angeles, or San Francisco, where the HIV-AIDS epidemic was first observed in the United States.
Robert Rayford lived in a brownstone in a poor neighborhood in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother’s name was Constance Rayford, and he had a brother named George. Rayford was described as slender. His mild retardation left him relatively uncommunicative from shyness.
Rayford, as early as his 13th year or sooner, was sexually active. Beginning in 1966, he started having some physical problems that seemed chronic. His legs swelled, and he developed sores on his genitals and body. Finally, in 1968, the boy admitted himself to Barnes Hospital (now Barnes-Jewish Hospital) in St. Louis. His complaints were multiple – the swelling in his legs was bothersome, his genitals and legs were covered in warts and sores, and his testicles were severely swollen. He was also emaciated (having lost much weight suddenly), and even though he was an brown skinned African-American male he was considered “pale." He also had shortness of breath. His symptoms led his caregivers to erroneously conclude he had lymphedema (a swelling caused by lymphatic problems).
He also had a chlamydia infection (a parasitic venereal disease), clearly indicating he was sexually active. He led doctors to believe his activities were strictly heterosexual, even claiming at one point to having a girlfriend (who failed to surface). Diverting conversations occurred between Rayford and his primary care giver when questioned about his sexual activities: “Yeah, I’m the stud all the time”, was one such response. His doctors had not considered homosexuality initially; they thought he was referring to relations with girls. He always refused a rectal exam. It seemed clear based on his behavior and physical problems that he was, indeed, a homosexual prostitute (assuming the submissive role in anal intercourse).
His first months in the hospital were spent with his doctors cutting back on his water and salt intake, and they wrapped and raised his legs, all to cut the swelling. Despite this, the inflammation moved up his body and into his lungs. Antibiotics were tried in varying dosages, but Rayford’s condition continued to deteriorate.
The teen seemed stabilized by late 1968. In March 1969, however, all of his symptoms reappeared and rapidly worsened. His breathing labored; his white blood cell count (as part of routine blood work) was noted to have dropped dramatically. The only thing concurred at the time was that Rayford’s immune system had been somehow compromised. He developed a fever and died either in the late hours of May 15, 1969, or the early hours of May 16 (sources differ). His primary physician recalled, “Eventually his entire body constituted almost one wave of hard lumps and watery swellings.”
Without a precise diagnosis, Rayford’s cause of death was attributed to the catch-all vagary “loss of vitality”. Intractable fluid imbalance and lung disease were listed as contributors. An autopsy revealed a surprise – his body carried a very rare cancer called Kaposi’s sarcoma. [Today, this cancer and its lesions are bellwethers of AIDS.] Anal scarring also indicated repeated sexual penetration.
Because of the baffling nature of his case, doctors preserved several tissue and blood samples for later evaluation. In 1987, eighteen years after his death, molecular biologists at New Orleans’ Tulane University tested specimens of Rayford’s preserved blood and tissues. Their findings were stunning: a virus “closely related or identical to” HIV-1 was detected. Further confirmation testing in 1989 proved Robert Rayford (teenage male homosexual prostitute of St. Louis, Missouri) was the earliest confirmed victim of AIDS in North America.
Before Robert Rayford, there was a possible case found in a dead Jamaican native named Ardouin Antonio. He came to the US in 1927. He was working as a shipping clerk for a clothier when he died at age 49 on June 28, 1959, in Manhattan. He had developed a very rare kind of pneumonia, seemingly out of the blue. Decades later the doctor who had performed Antonio’s autopsy was asked to re-evaluate the case. Did he think Antonio possibly died of AIDS? “You bet ... It was so unusual at the time … many cases of AIDS have been autopsied that we didn’t even know had AIDS.”
Molecular research shows the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s stemmed from a viral strain that had entered the US via Haiti about 1966. Other strains have been isolated as well. As in cases like Robert Rayford’s, the disease died with him (though he probably infected others).
"TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE!"
On February 9, 1963, at the white tie Spinsters' Ball at the Emerson Hotel in Baltimore, Maryland. Using a toy cane, William Zantzinger (below) drunkenly assaulted at least three of the Emerson Hotel workers: a bellboy, a waitress, and—at about 1:30 in the morning of the 9th—Hattie Carroll (above), a barmaid. In addition to her work at the hotel, Hattie Carroll, at 51, was the mother of eleven children and she was the president of a black social club.
Already drunk before he got to the Emerson Hotel that night, Zantzinger, 24 years old and 6′2″, had assaulted employees at Eager House, a prestigious Baltimore restaurant, with the same cane. The cane was a 25-cent toy. At the Spinsters' Ball, he called a 30-year-old waitress a "nigger" and hit her with the cane; she fled the room in tears. Moments later, after ordering a bourbon that Carroll didn't bring immediately, Zantzinger cursed at her, called her a "nigger" also, then "you black son of a bitch," and struck her on the shoulder and across the head with the cane. ' Carroll was upset, but due to the racial climate, she responded: Just a moment' and started to prepare his drink. After a delay of perhaps a minute, he complained about her being slow and struck her a hard blow on her shoulder about half-way between the point of her shoulder and her neck." She handed him his drink. After striking Carroll, he attacked his own wife, knocking her to the ground and hitting her with his shoe.
Very soon, within five minutes from the time of the blow, Carroll leaned heavily against the barmaid next to her and complained of feeling ill. Carroll told co-workers, "I feel deathly ill, that man has upset me so." The barmaid and another helped her to the kitchen. Her arm became numb, her speech thick. She collapsed and was hospitalized. Hattie Carroll died eight hours after the assault. Her autopsy showed hardened arteries, an enlarged heart, and high blood pressure. A spinal tap confirmed brain hemorrhage as the cause of death. She died in Mercy Hospital at 9a.m. on February 9, 1963.
Zantzinger was initially charged with murder. His defense was that he had been extremely drunk, and he admitted to no memory of the attack. His charge was reduced to manslaughter and assault, based on the likelihood that it was her stress reaction to his verbal and physical abuse that led to the intracranial bleeding, rather than blunt-force trauma from the blow that left no lasting mark. On August 28, Zantzinger was convicted of both charges and sentenced to six months' imprisonment.
In June, after Zantzinger's phalanx of five topflight attorneys won a change of venue to a court in Hagerstown, a three-judge panel reduced the murder charge to manslaughter. Following a three-day trial, Zantzinger was found guilty. For the assault on the hotel employees: a fine of $125. For the death of Hattie Carroll: six months in jail and a fine of $500. The judges considerately deferred the start of the jail sentence until September 15, to give Zantzinger time to harvest his tobacco crop.
After the sentence was announced, The New York Herald Tribune conjectured he was given a sentence that short to keep him out of the largely black state prison, reasoning that his notoriety would make him a target for abuse there. " His then-wife, Jane, was quoted saying, "Nobody treats his negroes as well as Billy does around here."
Bob Dylan, 22 at that time, was one of the celebrities at the March on Washington and on the journey home to New York he read about the conviction of Zantzinger and decided to write a protest song (The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll) about the case.
The song continued to haunt Zantzinger in later controversies until his death in 2009. After serving his sentence for manslaughter, Zantzinger returned to running the farm in Charles County. He also began selling real estate, and moved to more urban Waldorf, Maryland, still within Charles County. Eventually he moved to a 2-acre home in Port Tobacco, where he lived throughout the 1990s until moving to a new home in St. Mary's County around 2001 in Chaptico, Maryland, called Bachelor's Hope.
In addition to federal tax delinquencies, Zantzinger fell more than $18,000 behind on county taxes on properties he owned in two Charles County communities called Patuxent Woods and Indian Head, shanties he leased to poor blacks, In 1986, the same year the IRS ruled against him, Charles County confiscated those properties. Nonetheless, Zantzinger continued to collect rents, raise rents, and even successfully prosecute his putative tenants for back rent. In June 1991, Zantzinger was initially charged with a single count of "deceptive trade practices." After some delay, Zantzinger pleaded guilty to 50 misdemeanor counts of unfair and deceptive trade practices. He was sentenced to 19 months in prison and a $50,000 fine. Some of his prison sentence was served in a work release program.
In 2001, Zantzinger discussed the song with Howard Sounes for Down the Highway, the Life of Bob Dylan. He dismissed the song as a "total lie" and claimed "It's actually had no effect upon my life," but expressed scorn for Dylan, saying, "He's a no-account son of a bitch, he's just like a scum of a scum bag of the earth, I should have sued him and put him in jail." Zantzinger died on January 3, 2009, at the age of 69.
Time magazine called William Zantzinger a "rural aristocrat," because he was the son of a politically connected real estate developer in Washington, D.C. Following graduation from the Sidwell Friends School in 1957, Zantzinger married and settled into the family's colonnaded mansion while overseeing its tobacco operation on a farm called West Hatton.
After his imprisonment, Zantzinger returned to Charles County, Md., and lived quietly. He and his first wife, Jane, had three children before divorcing. He married again, to a woman named Suzanne.
He operated a nightclub for a while in La Plata, Md., dabbled in antiques and went into real estate. He was known as a charitable giver to his church and held annual pig-and-oyster roasts. He belonged to a country club and the local chamber of commerce and was seen by many of his friends as a local character.
Zantzinger stayed away from the media after being stung during the 1963 trial for his remarks about segregation. "Hell, you wouldn't want to go to school with Negroes any more than you would with French people," he had said.
William Zantzinger never apologized to Hattie Carroll's family.
"RICH SEX CHANGE-MARRIED BLACK MAN"
In the late spring of 1967, rich (blue blood) aristocrat, Gordon Hall began a secret (gay) love affair with a black man named John-Paul Simmons. Secret because this was Charleston-the capital of slavery, the city that organized the Confederate States of America, the city that fired the first shot of the War Between the States. In1967, blacks and whites did not engage in romantic sexual affairs, particularly a homosexual affair.
For several months the two carried on their furtive courtship. John-Paul was poor, black and uneducated, a brutish, bulldog of a man. Gordon was rich, white, cultured and elite. He was frail, with fine features, gentle and quiet. An odder couple could hardly be found. But, Gordon was in love.
On December 11, 1967, Gordon Hall arrived at John Hopkins, in Baltimore. During the five days he spent at the Gender Identity Clinic he met with seven doctors. By the end of the week Gordon was placed on estrogen tablets and told to dress as a woman immediately, in preparation for sexual reassignment surgery. He returned to Charleston and while in the house he began to dress the part of a woman. He also underwent electrolysis to eliminate body hair John-Paul began calling Gordon “Dawn” - to signal the dawn of their new life.
Gordon's first public appearance as a woman was sitting in a car at a drive-in restaurant. Next, he went shopping at the Piggly Wiggly on Broad Street. Soon, he was making daily trips around the city in dresses and heels. However, there was a legal issue to deal with. Charleston had a city ordinance that prohibited one gender as going out in public dressed as the other. Gordon was afraid there would be an incident and he would be arrested. Gordon hired a lawyer to alert the authorities that he was going though the process of having sex change surgery so he would not be arrested.
On September 23, 1968, after successful surgery, Gordon woke from anesthesia in room B-403 of John Hopkins Hospital as a woman-Dawn Pepita Langley Hall.
Dawn was welcomed back by many in Charleston society who tried to understand and be sympathetic. After all, she still had a lot of money and a good family background. There were persistent rumors of her affairs with several prominent Charleston men. The dinner invitations now included seating arrangements next to eligible bachelors.
But not everyone was so accommodating. Many who had welcomed Gordon into their homes now shunned Dawn when they passed on the street or encountered her in the pews at St. Philip's church. Even so, the dissenters were in the minority . . . until Dawn and John-Paul announced their engagement.
At that time, the marriage of a black man and white woman was a crime in South Carolina. The state constitution prohibited the “marriage of a white person with a Negro or mulatto or a person who shall have one-eighth or more Negro blood.” However, in 1967, the U.S. Supreme Court had ruled a similar Virginia law unconstitutional, so their marriage looked possible. Dawn hired a local African-American attorney named Benard Fielding to help obtain the license.
Charleston's first 20th century inter-racial marriage of record was set for January 22, 1969. John-Paul was hanged in effigy and several of their dogs were poisoned. Dawn (and Gordon) had always attended St. Philip's Episcopal Church in Charleston, the oldest Anglican congregation in America south of Virginia, established in 1680. A bomb threat to the church convinced Dawn to hold the ceremony in her home on Society Street. In the Charleston News and Courier, the marriage was written up on the obituary page.
On the day of the ceremony, the local radio stations alerted listeners that Charleston's wedding of the year (or any year) was to take place. A crowd gathered on Society Street. Curious onlookers mixed on the street with dozens of reporters, everybody shouting, jeering and cheering. There was a heavy police presence, alert for any violence. Dawn recalled that “the street was packed, their bodies rippling like waves.”
Dawn had spent an incredible amount of money in a twelve month period. The wedding, a trip to Europe, and the Ford Thunderbird she had purchased as John-Paul’s wedding gift. When he totaled that car, she bought him a second, and a year later, she purchased a third Thunderbird. Dawn refurbished her mother-in-law’s house. John-Paul also told Dawn he had decided he wanted to fish for a living, so she bought him a twenty-seven foot trawler, which he used for drunken parties.The boat ended up abandoned in the marsh along the Cooper River.
In the meantime, John-Paul was continually unfaithful and fathered an illegitimate son another white woman. He was diagnosed with chronic schizophrenia, which often caused delusions and hallucinations. John-Paul began to hear voices and having conversations with a three-eyed woman from Mars he called “Big Girl.”
Dawn's extravagant life proved too much for Charleston’s closeted gay community. Her interracial marriage also sparked racism in the black community. As Jack Hitt wrote: Typically when one crosses forbidden lines: interracial marriage, announcing one is gay, taking a lover from another religion or class, or even changing one’s sex at least there is a community on the other side waiting for you. But Dawn charged across so many borders at once that she slipped into a country where she was the only inhabitant.
In 1995, Dawn published her third memoir, Dawn: A Charleston Legend. Her first two, "Man Into Woman," and "All For Love," had been published more than twenty years before. For several years she had been living in North Charleston in a federally subsidized housing project. She published a novel, "She-Crab Soup," which managed to sell seventeen copies in its first year publication.
Dawn Pepita Langley Hall Simmons, the former Gordon Hall, died quietly on September 18th, 2000, of effects from Parkinson’s disease. The funeral took place at the chapel of the J. Henry Stuhr Funeral Home. Her body was cremated.
"INTER-SEX MAN WANTED TO BECOME FIRST BLACK SEX CHANGE IN HISTORY"
Charles Robert Brown made headlines in the 1950; which brought him to the attention of a famous black actor. Allegedly, they had one sexual encounter.
A 26 year old professional female illusionist was the first black sex change in history. He was a dancer from Pittsburgh whose birth name was Charles Robert Brown but later changed it to Carlett Angianlee Brown.
Carlett was in a relationship with a 24 year old US Army sergeant stationed in Germany named Eugene Martin. She’d served in the Navy, and during her service time was checked out for an issue with recurring monthly bleeding through her rectal area.
The medical exam revealed that she was intersex and had some feminine plumbing. The surgeons wanted to remove it, but she declined to have that done and opted for SRS (sex change operation) instead.
In the process of weighing her SRS options with three surgeons in various countries, she discovered that the laws of those countries at the time didn’t allow foreign nationals to obtain SRS.
Dr. Christian Hamburger, the endocrinologist who supervised Christine Jorgensen’s transition, advised Carlett that if she gave up her US citizenship she could have it done in Denmark. Germany’s then justice minister advised Brown that if became a German resident and took the steps to become a German citizen, she could have it performed there as well.
So Carlett decided to do just that. She applied for her US passport and made arrangements to travel to Bonn, Germany in August 1953 and meet Dr. Hamburger there for her initial checkup before having SRS.
Carlett’s game plan once she completed SRS was to get married to Sgt. Eugene Martin
“I just want to become a woman as quickly as possible, that’s all. I’ll become a citizen of any country that will allow me the treatment that I need and be operated on,” she said at the time.
Fast forward: Carlett traveled to Boston and signed papers at the Danish consulate renouncing her US citizenship. She’s performing in the area to help pay for her looming August 2 overseas trip in August and even hit Filene’s to shop for her wedding dress.
She obtained her US passport with her new name of Carlett Angianlee on it and all systems were go to become the ‘First Negro Sex Change.'
Fate intervened: Back in the 50′s, cross dressing could earn you a trip to jail, and the Boston police promptly arrested and jailed her overnight for doing. Carlett was still undeterred and was still planning to leave for Denmark and her date with history.
She then postponed her departure in order to get a feminizing face lift in New York with Dr. George J.B. Weiss.
Then she was hit with the news that she was ordered not to leave the United States until $1200 in back taxes were paid. She took a $60 a week cook’s job at Iowa State’s Pi Kappa frat house that a friend helped her get in order to earn the money to pay off those back taxes. The frat house referred to her as "house mother."
At that point, the trail went cold. If she's still alive, she would be in her 70's.
"A NEGRO LEAGUE PLAYER-WAS EXECUTED IN PRISON"
Jim Hugh Moss was a former Negro league player with the Chicago Giants.
On August 5, 1927, 21-year-old Clifford Thompson (White), his 22-year-old wife Eula (White) and James "Jim" Moss (African American) left their hometown near Etowah, Tennessee. They were transporting whisky (bootleggers).
They ran out of gas near a store belonging to Coleman Osborne in Chatsworth, Georgia. Thompson and Moss went to the store (after hours). Osborne was called to the store from his bedroom and arrived to help the two.
Soon after Osborne arrived, shots were heard. Osborne was killed. Thompson and Moss returned to the car and the trio fled back to Tennessee.
They were arrested several days later and convicted of first degree murder.
On August 3, 1928, Thompson and Moss were executed by electrocution at Georgia State Prison in Milledgeville. Mrs. Eula Thompson’s was to be executed as well; however, Georgia Governor L.G. Hardman later commuted it to a life sentence; she was later released.
Eula Thompson's confession:
She and her husband heard sounds of an argument between Jim Moss & Coleman Osborne, followed by “five shots.” Moss ran out of the store and told them that Osborne had refused to give him change, and had shot at him twice, whereupon he returned fire, killing Osborne.
BEFORE ARTHUR ASHE-THERE WAS BOB RYLAND (1ST BLACK PROFESSIONAL TENNIS PLAYER)
Bob Ryland, like Althea Gibson, was a pioneer, as he became the first black professional male tennis player, breaking the color barrier for men in 1959. His legacy is very inspiring.
Ryland, who was born in Chicago in 1920, was one of the best black tennis players at a very early age. In 1939 he won the ATA junior championships and the Illinois High School championships.
While at Wayne State University, Ryland became one of the first two black players to compete in the NCAA championships, making it to the semifinals.
During the 1940s, Ryland won city championships in Los Angeles.
Through his ‘20s and ‘30s, Ryland was one of the world’s best tennis players, but his career was hampered because he was not allowed to compete in the whites-only tennis events.
In 1955, five years after Gibson had broken the color barrier, Ryland was finally able to compete in an international event when he played in the U.S. National Championships.
In 1959, Ryland broke the color barrier being the first black man to ever play the game as a professional.
Unfortunately for Ryland, he was not allowed to compete in the major tournaments until later in his career, when his abilities started to diminish, but he was so great that he inspired numerous black tennis players, including Arthur Ashe (above), who at the age of 14 said that he dreamed of one day being good enough to beat Ryland.
WHITE SCIENTIST PASSED FOR BLACK-TO MARRY BLACK WOMAN (FORMER SLAVE)"
Clarence King (1st photo) was a noted white scientist and explorer by day but by night he was James Todd, a black man married to a black woman (Ada Copeland-2nd photo-with their son in 1933).
Ada Copeland was wife of American geologist Clarence King. Copeland was born a slave on or around December 23, 1860, and moved to New York in the mid 1880s where she worked as a nurse maid. In 1887, she became involved with Clarence King, a white man who passed himself off to her as a black railway porter named James Todd.
They married in September 1888. Before his death from tuberculosis in 1901, he wrote her confessing his true identity. After he died, Copeland embarked on a thirty-year battle to gain control of the trust fund he had promised her. Her representatives included notable lawyers Everett J. Waring, the first black lawyer to argue a case before the Supreme Court of the United States, and J. Douglas Wetmore, who contested segregation laws in Jacksonville, Florida.
Eventually, in 1933, the court determined that King had died penniless, and no money was forthcoming. Ada had received a monthly stipend from John Hay, a friend of King's, and from Hay's daughter Helen Hay Whitney after Hay's death in 1905. The stipend eventually stopped, though Copeland continued to live in the house Hay had bought for her until her death. She died on April 14, 1964, at the age of 103, she was one of the last of the former American slaves.
Ada Copeland, an African-American woman (and former slave) was born in Georgia just months before that state seceded from the Union. She moved to New York City in the mid-1880s.
There, she met a man named James Todd. He was light-skinned, handsome, had a good job for an African-American man in that time — a Pullman porter.
They hit it off, and eventually married. They had five children (two of the daughters passed for white later in life). Their story would be unremarkable if not for one detail: Nothing James had told his future wife was true.
Famously connected: "Two of his closest friends were Henry Adams — the grandson and great-grandson of presidents — and John Hay, who had been Abraham Lincoln's private secretary and would become the Secretary Of State."
King's "passing" as African-American was extremely unusual. In 19th century America, those assuming a different racial identity were usually looking to move "towards greater social or legal privileges. In other words, they were far more likely to be people of African descent passing as white.
King's case is also remarkable because he didn't inhabit his assumed identity all the time. When he was away from his family, he went by his real name and moved easily through white society. In essence, he lived two lives.
"In the city of Manhattan, he was the wittiest after-dinner speaker at the Century Club." He was a leading scientist. But he had a secret life. He would move across the Brooklyn Bridge, perhaps shedding his Century Club suit for his Pullman porter's coat, and go home to his wife Ada. ... And when he moved into Brooklyn and into her house, he became the black man known as James Todd."
Playboy: Have you encountered any other kind of overt discrimination since you became well-known?
Jim Brown: Are you kidding? I don’t even like to think about it. But I’ll give you just one example. There was nothing really uncommon about the incident itself in the average Negro’s experience, particularly in the South. But it had me choked up and bitter for a long time after it happened. It was in 1957 and I was in Army training down in Alabama. Three buddies of mine and I were in my convertible, with the top down, driving to Tuskegee. We had just gone through this little town, enjoying ourselves, when all of a sudden this police car roared up behind and barreled past us, cut us off and stopped; and, baby, I’m looking at this cop getting out with a drawn gun. “Get out, niggers!” We got out.
“What are you making dust all over white people for?” Just about then, another car pulled up and stopped and another white guy got out. The cop was saying, “You hear me, nigger?” Well, my emotions were such that I hardly trusted myself to speak. “I don’t know what a nigger is!” I said. Then he jammed the pistol right in my stomach. “Nigger, don’t you know how to talk to white folks?” One of the guys with me said, “He’s not from down here; he’s from up North.” The cop said, “Nigger, I don’t care where you’re from. I’ll blow you apart! Where did you get this car, anyway?” I said, “It was given to me.” He said, “Given to you! Who gave you a car?” I said, “It was given to me at school.” “What school?” I said, “Syracuse University.”
The other white man came over closer and he said, “That’s right. I recognize this boy. He plays football up there.” That was my reprieve. The cop took the gun out of my belly and said, “I’m going to let you go, but you better drive slow and you better learn how to act down here, nigger!” So we got back in the car and drove on. I don’t know why I even told you that; it’s not good to dredge that stuff up in your mind again. But you see, you don’t forget a thing like that, not if somebody handed you every trophy in football and 15 Academy Awards. That’s why a black man, if he’s got any sense at all, will never get swept away with special treatment if he happens to be famous, because he knows that the minute he isn’t where somebody recognizes who he is, then he’s just another nigger. That’s what the Negro struggle is all about; that’s why we black people have to keep fighting for freedom in this country. We demand only to live—and let live—like any ordinary American. We don’t want to have to be somebody special to be treated with respect. I can’t understand why white people find it so hard to understand that.
"BLACK ACTRESS DEATH SHROUDED IN MYSTERY"
*We recently received an email, asking for information on actress Juanita Brown.
Juanita Moore was born on May 5, 1951 and died mysteriously at the age of 30 on October 13, 1981.
Juanita Moore allegedly dated actor Ryan O'Neal in the mid-70's. After they broke up, O'Neal got involved with Diana Ross.
Moore's career was on the rise in 1974, she appeared in 4 films that year. "Caged Heat," "Foxy Brown," "Black Starlet," and "Willie Dynamite."
And then nothing. Seven years later, she died from unknown causes.
"2 BLACK BOYS" (TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE)
In 1958, a landmark civil rights case involving nine-year-old James Hanover Thompson and seven-year-old David “Fuzzy” Ezzelle Simpson sparked international outrage. The two boys from Monroe, North Carolina were accused of rape after being kissed on the cheek by a white girl in an innocent schoolyard game. The girl told her parents about the game, and Thompson and Simpson were hunted down with shotguns and incarcerated.
They were charged with molestation and sentenced to 10 years in reform school.
Within six days of their arrest, the boys were beaten six times. As news spread about the case nationally, pleas came from First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, but North Carolina Gov. Luther Hodges would not budge. Requests by the parents of the boys to see their children were, at first, denied. Then an English news reporter named Joyce Egginton took the mothers to the detention center to see their sons. Egginton smuggled a camera into the reunion visit and published a photo of the touching scene with international newspapers. The photo sparked riots in Europe. The North Carolina government asked the parents of the boys to sign a waver of guilt, and the parents refused. Several days later, after three months of detention, Thompson and Simpson were released without explanation.
Later, when the boys – now men – opened up about their experience in the detention center, Thompson told his family that he was sent to a psychologist every week who said “they should’ve castrated ya’ll.”
The two were left emotionally disturbed by the events. Since they were released, Thompson has been in and out of prison on various charges.
In October, 1958, two local colored boys, David Simpson, aged 7, and Hanover Thompson, aged 9, were arrested on the charge of rape which is punishable in North Carolina by death.
This was the famous “Kissing Case.” What had happened was that David and Hanover got into a game of “cowboys and Indians” with some white children one afternoon. After a while, the white girls in the group suggested they play “house.” One of the little white girls, Sissy Sutton, sat on Hanover’s lap and suddenly recognized Hanover as her old playmate. Hanover’s mother worked for Sissy’s mother and until Hanover reached school age his mother had taken him with her when she went to work at the Sutton house.
When this little girl discovered that Hanover was her old playmate she kissed him on the cheek. Later on in the afternoon she ran home and told her mother how she had seen Hanover and how she was so happy to see him again that she had kissed him.
Sissy’s mother got hysterical when she heard this and called the police. Before the two boys had even gotten home they were arrested and thrown into the county jail. If a person is arrested for rape in North Carolina he is not permitted to see anyone for a period of time while the police investigate. Therefore the police didn’t notify the boys’ parents.
A few days later when we finally found out what had happened and where the two missing boys were, we tried to get help. But the national office of the NAACP wouldn’t have anything to do with the case because it was a “sex case.” A seven-year-old white girl had kissed a nine-year-old Negro boy on the cheek and the national office didn’t want any part of it.
The children were sent to the reformatory soon after they were arrested. I called the civil rights lawyer, Conrad Lynn, and he carne down from New York. First thing, he went to talk with Judge Hampton Price, who had passed sentence.
The Judge said to Lynn that he had held a “separate but equal hearing.” Lynn asked him what he meant by a “separate but equal hearing.” And the Judge told him how on the morning of the trial he had called in Mrs. Sutton and her daughter, and Mrs. Sutton had made a statement, and they were sent home. Then in the afternoon the two Negro mothers were summoned to the Judge, and their boys were brought in. Then the Judge said to Lynn, I told them what Mrs. Sutton had told me and then since they were guilty- I sent them up for fourteen years at the reformatory.”
The NAACP national office still wasn’t doing anything about the case but an English reporter who was a friend of Lynn’s visited the reformatory and sneaked out a photograph of the boys, which appeared along with a story on the front page of the Dec. 15,1958, London News Chronicle. Then all of Europe got wind of the case and there were protest demonstrations in London, Rotterdam, Rome, and Paris. Only then did many American newspapers begin to express “concern” about the ‘Kissing Case.”
At the end of December, 1958, Dr, Perry, Conrad Lynn, and I were called to New York by Roy Wilkins and he offered me a job in Detroit if I’d leave Monroe. I flatly refused his offer.
By now so much pressure was building up abroad and even in the U.S.A. that the NAACP national office entered the case-this case that had until now involved such dreadful sexual implications. In late January there was a hearing, but the children were sent back to the reformatory. Meanwhile, world pressure was mounting. An example is that of the petition signed by the 15,000 students and faculty at a Rotterdam, Holland, high school named after Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The petition called for the release of the children and it was sent to Mrs. Roosevelt.
Somebody said something, finally, to President Eisenhower, and finally he said something to our then Governor Hodges, and on Feb. 13, 1959, the children were released.
MURDER MYSTERY UPDATE! (BLACK ASSISTANT U.S. ATTORNEY)
"Similarities In The Jonathan Luna & Ray Gricar Cases"
Centre County, PA, DA Ray Gricar's (2nd photo) disappearance and its attendant press coverage share striking resemblances to the equally mysterious fate of former Assistant U.S. Attorney Jonathan Luna (1st photo), who was found dead after an inexplicable car ride in December 2003.
-- At the time of their disappearances, both prosecutors were involved in high-stakes heroin cases.
-- The drug suppliers in both cases were from the New York city area. "Bricks and bricks from foreign dudes up top," as Luna's FBI informant, Warren Grace, explains.
-- Both men disappeared on car rides, while they were alone.
-- Both men vanished without their cell phones. Luna's cell phone was found on his desk, while Gricar's was in his car. This seems to indicate misplaced trust, or perhaps a sudden interruption that called them away from their routine or expected activities.
-- Gricar's laptop, police say, was missing. (It turned up in the Susquehanna River more than three months after Gricar's disappearance, on July 30, 2005, without its hard drive.) Luna's laptop was found on his desk at work. At the time of Luna's death, Lancaster County, PA, coroner Barry Walp suggested that some of the 36 stab wounds inflicted on Luna's body appeared to have perhaps been intended to make him talk. "You would think they were perhaps after information from the guy when you see something like this," Coroner Walp told a local paper in December 2003. Gricar's disappearance follows on the heels of a widely distributed DVD titled, "Don't Snitch," in which retaliation is promised for those cooperating with drug prosecutions.
-- Both Luna and Gricar seem to have set out, for reasons unknown, perhaps to predetermined, out-of-the-way destinations, as if on a rendezvous with someone they trusted. Phone records apparently offer no clues. Or, both men may have been waylaid by a stalker or stalkers; Luna, while driving home, and Gricar, while shopping for antiques.
-- The press coverage of both disappearances also bear striking similarities. Unreliable or illogical sightings may offer false clues. The Centre Daily Times, in an April 20, 2005 article, reports Gricar's car was seen by employees of the Street of Shops antique market between 5 and 6pm on Friday evening, the day of his disappearance. The paper then quotes mall owner Craig Bennett, 48, as telling police investigators he witnessed a man fitting Gricar's description, wearing a blue fleece jacket, waiting in front of an uncompleted mall storefront about noon the following day, Saturday. "It appeared as though he was waiting for someone," the CDT quotes Bennett as saying. "It had all the look as if he was waiting for someone." It seems unlikely though that DA Gricar would leave his car overnight in the mall parking lot, not use his cell phone, and not check in when he was already feared missing on Saturday. Similar supposed sightings in the Luna case later failed to pan out.
-- Both men were subjected to unlikely suicide theories in the press.
Jonathan Luna worked as a prosecutor in Brooklyn before moving to Baltimore. He was married to an obstetrician and had two children. He was 38 years old when he died.
It was initially reported that Luna did not have the expected substantial defense wounds on his hands and that many of the wounds are shallow which are called "hesitation" wounds in a suicide victim. These claims were rebuffed by the coroners' office, which stated that his hands had been "shredded" and that he experienced significant slashing to the throat and scrotum. Some suggested motives for suicide were that Luna was to take a polygraph test concerning $36,000 which disappeared from a bank robbery case that he had prosecuted. Luna had a charge card which his wife, Angela, did not know about. His name was on an Internet dating site and he had a $25,000 credit card debt.
The Lancaster County coroner's office, who performed the autopsy, has stated in unambiguous terms that they rule Luna's death as a homicide due to the nature and type of the wounds. Luna left his glasses, which he needed to drive, and his cell phone on his desk. He had called defense attorneys earlier in the night saying he would fax over documents that night but they never arrived. The pool of blood in the back seat would suggest Luna was in back and someone else was driving.
In early February 2007, a private investigator and an attorney, both hired by Luna's family, filed a petition for a writ of mandamus in order to force the Lancaster County coroner to conduct an inquest into Luna's death, after an earlier request was declined.
PROFILE OF JONATHAN LUNA'S KILLER:
Excerpt from the book "The Midnight Ride of Jonathan Luna."
That person, of course, is probably the murderer of Jonathan Luna. That whispery shadow is the subject of this story. That shadowy person is probably a man. That man, who delivered a difficult coup de grâce to Jonathan's neck, has probably killed before. That killer seems versed in criminology. The thirty-six stabs are his calling card, his warning, his crime, his deflection.
This criminologist may be an authority figure, or a mob informant with close, unholy ties to a threatened, bad-acting agent. Or a foreigner, trained in another country.
The viciousness of Jonathan Luna's attack suggests organized crime. The terror with which Luna stumbled from his car and and hid in an icy stream to apparently evade his assailant or assailants speaks volumes. Yet someone in all this appears to have knowledge of law enforcement techniques. The jurisdictional problems introduced in a circuitous car ride. A lack of clues.
Luna's body was not disposed, but left where it could be found. That tends to rule out traditional American organized crime players. If this was the American mob, the body would not have been found. For that matter, the American mob would not have killed a prosecutor -- bad for business, and unnecessary. What does that leave?
Perhaps then Luna's killing is the strange fruit of a South American drug gang. Ruthless and violent, these gangs stop at nothing for profits. In South America, moreover, this type of drug violence runs hand-in-hand with public and police corruption.
Has this type of violent drug corruption finally reached American shores? That's the nature of the warning found in "The Midnight Ride of Jonathan Luna."
It is the nature of the monster that Jonathan Luna saw as he stumbled from his car.
What about the people who live near the place where Jonathan Luna's body was found?
They'll tell you they think a ruthless killer is probably afoot. That sound and fury you hear, the rattle emanating these many months from lands to the south, in Baltimore, is the shudder of America dying, lying face down in an ice cold stream, driven down by the dark hand of evil.
"BLACK STARLET & THE BILLIONAIRE"
Actress/singer Olga James had an alleged romance with billionaire Aristotle Onassis. Allegedly, Onassis and James painted the town and he lavished her with minks, expensive jewels and travel. Olga James appeared in "Carmen Jones," and the original Bill Cosby Show (1969-1971). She was a Juilliard School graduate who opened for Vic Damone at the Latin Casino and performed with Sammy Davis, Jr. This is the second black woman that Onassis has been linked to.
"BABY DIES AFTER CONTRACTING HERPES-FROM ORAL CIRCUMCISION"
Rabbi (mohel) doing a blowjob on circumcision victim-pictured above, (sucking penis of child to stop blood flow), is an ancient Jewish "ritual"
Why don't "authorities" charge this diseased mohel with child sex abuse -- and manslaughter? Enquiring minds want to know...)
(March 4, 2012) The office of Brooklyn District Attorney Charles Hynes announced Monday that it will open an investigation into the death of a two-week-old infant who died shortly after a controversial circumcision ritual.
The baby perished in Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn in September 2011. According to a report by the Daily News on Sunday, the cause of death was listed as "disseminated herpes simplex virus Type 1, complicating ritual circumcision with oral suction"
"The state has a compelling interest in protecting the health of children and needs to step in on an emergency basis to make sure this practice is halted immediately," said Professor Marci Hamilton, an expert in church and state from the Cardozo School of Law.
The Phoenix bird pin (pictured below) signifies a woman's membership in the Illuminati. According to unconfirmed rumors, Beyonce (allegedly) dons a Phoenix bird pin behind closed doors, among trusted friends of her inner circle. She has never been photographed wearing this pin.
Above, are three powerful women (Hillary Clinton, Sarah Palin and Cindy McCain) who have been photographed wearing this pin, they're considered "Female Masters Of The Illuminati."
"SHADOWY GANGSTA WAS THE MOST FEARED MAN IN HIP-HOP"
Haitian Jack (pictured above with Tupac) was a shadowy figure and former Jimmy Henchmen associate. For the uninformed, Haitian Jack was one of the most feared gangsters ever to walk the streets. He basically strong-armed his way into the inner circles of both Biggie and Pac.
A detective by the name of William (Bill) Courtney, who claims to have intimate knowledge of Haitian Jack through his investigation, wrote a movie treatment about the urban legend (below).
Haitian Jack, AKA Jacques Agnant, was born in Haiti to a family of privileged politicians. They were highly educated professionals. His older siblings attended medical schools and universities in the United States. His family attended parties at ‘Baby Doc’ Duvalier’s mansion. After the coup, his family fled to Brooklyn, New York with limited funds and connections. Jack, speaking only French, was placed in a tough, local public school and forced to fight on a daily basis. He became one of the toughest street thugs in the history of Brooklyn, New York.
Jack began committing burglaries during his teen years. He specialized in drug dealers’ apartments. Jack formed a gang known as the Black Mafia. He recruited the toughest street robbers in the borough. His posse consisted of thugs such as, Tut, Nubs, Stretch, and other sociopaths, all looking to cash in on the drug economy. His crew was so feared; they could walk down the lines of New York’s hottest night clubs and take every drug dealer’s Rolex and wallet without as much as a peep. Jack began befriending such people as Mike Tyson and some local professional ball players. He used his charm to get into their pockets and when that failed, he produced a firearm. He invented the ‘friendly’ extortion game in the Black community. He is said to be the only man Mike Tyson ever feared.
In the early 90's, rap music could be heard on every comer of Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn -a neighborhood so bad, the local residents coined the saying ‘Bed-Stuy Do or Die.’ Jack went out of his way to get to know Biggie Smalls, a young, local rap artist with a lot of promise. Tupac Shakur heard about Biggie, traveled to Brooklyn, and the two began to perform together. Tupac put Biggie on the map. Biggie introduced Jack to Tupac, a day that would forever seal Mr. Shakur’s fate. Jack felt that rap artists should pay homage to him; after all, he lived the life they exploited through song.
Jack and Tupac hit it off. Tupac loved Jack’s street creds and the feeling of power this mobster exuded through his swagger and earned reputation. He wanted what Jack had almost more than fame and fortune. Jack provided protection, women, and marijuana. Tupac picked up the tab at all the hot clubs. Jack was unofficially managing Tupac; the two were inseparable. The duo found themselves partying at clubs such as Nell’s with the likes of Madonna and other hot stars. Jack felt that his ride with Tupac would never end.
Jack whispered in a girl’s ear one evening at Nell’s. She smiled and walked over to Tupac. The two danced and later returned to his hotel suite. The following day she returned. Tupac took her to his room; they began having sex when Jack’s crew entered the room. The young woman became the victim of date rape. She left in tears. The police later arrived and arrested Jack and Tupac. The two hired the best attorneys and planned strategy for their defense. Jack’s attorney, Paul Brenner, decided to sever Jack’s case from Shakur’s. He got Jack a six-month plea deal. The Manhattan D.A.’s office wasn’t so kind to Tupac. He went to trial, was found guilty, and was due back in court for sentencing at a later date.
Tupac felt betrayed by Jack. He thought they should have gone to trial together. He knew Jack could handle prison; he wasn’t so sure about himself. Tupac stopped taking calls from Jack and his crew. Tupac began clubbing again. He returned to Nell’s and made a fatal mistake: he commented on Jack’s criminal dealings to New York Post reporter AJ. Benza. After making Page Six the following day, Jack plotted his revenge.
Diddy feared Jack so much, he once handed him ten grand and his Rolex.
A little homework revealed that Jack had never earned his citizenship. As a predicate felon, Jack was deportable. Detective Bill Courtney felt that if he found Jack, he could make him an offer he couldn’t refuse: join Team America or go back to Haiti.
One of the last times Bill heard about Jack was on the ‘Kendu’ case. Bill’s wiretap took down East New York’s biggest drug dealer, Darryl “Kendu’ Riley. A cooperator told an interesting story about Jack back when Tut was still on the streets. Jack and Tut once kicked in the door of Kendu’s top lieutenant, a gunslinger named T.T. They stole his stash and threatened to kill his girlfriend if she called the police. His girlfriend Crystal foolishly called 911 as T.T. was rushing home to her aid. He beat the cops to the apartment. When the police entered, they found one of his AK-47's under a bed. He was the victim of a robbery and now he was going to prison. Jacks’ crew later raped Crystal to keep her from testifying. T.T. wouldn’t cooperate, but a source of information on the case promised to deliver Jack.
One evening, Jack’s party was on the move. Bill followed them to a valet and got Beverly Hills P.D. on the ready. The cruisers stopped Jack a few blocks away with one of the longest felony vehicle stops in the history of California. Officers critiqued each other as they pulled passengers from the car. It was bizarre. One woman was the Minister of Gabon, Africa’s daughter, known to the locals as a money launderer. Finally, everyone was identified and cut loose, except for Jack of course.
At the Beverly Hills P.D. interrogation room, Bill worked on Jack for two hours. Jack agreed it would be a shame to send such a fine Haitian American back to his homeland. He agreed to join Team America. Jack was shipped off to Terminal Island on an INS hold.
A month or two later, Bill received a call from a hit man-turned-informant back east. The hit man had been approached to kill rap artist 50 Cent. He gave the hit over to an associate named Ta Ta. Bill went to speak with 50 and his manger, Chris Lighty. As they were escorted to his table, they saw Jack sitting with 50 Cent, pointing his finger at the rap artist. Jack, 50, and his manager all seemed to have heart attacks as Bill approached. Jack excused himself and a serious conversation ensued.
Chris and 50 wanted nothing to do with solving the last attempt on his life. His album was number one and they knew they were on their way to untold riches. When asked about the light-skinned gentleman who had just left the table, the duo shrugged and said he was an A&R guy from the label.
Bill took Jack’s keys and sent a West Hollywood detective to get a search warrant for Jack’s apartment. Hours later they were inside. It was the most tastefully decorated apartment Bill had ever seen and Bill knew some well-to-do people. A gun was found rather quickly. There was also a large safe in the apartment. Bill called a locksmith. The locksmith called the safe company with his credentials. They received the original safe code; Jack had never changed it and the safe popped right open. Inside, they found a large amount of crisp, new U.S. currency and a cache of photos. Amongst the pictures were racy photos of Madonna with another woman, a photo of Jack and Tupac giving the finger, and a photo of Jack and President Clinton.
Jack now resides legally in the Dominican Republic. He is allegedly supported by Wyclef Jean, and whatever riches he has stashed over the years. He is considered the greatest gangster ever to manipulate the music industry. He was charming, funny, and charismatic. He was also a killer.
Source: William "Bill" Courtney
"BLACK HOLLYWOOD & BLACK UNDERWORLD LEADS TO MURDER!"
Larry Williams (first photo) lived in two world's: Black Hollywood & The Black Underworld! Williams lived a life mixed with tremendous success and violence-fueled drug addiction. He was a long-time friend of Little Richard and an brief acquaintance of Ike Turner.
Larry Williams was an American rhythm and blues and rock and roll singer, songwriter, producer, and pianist from New Orleans, Louisiana. Williams is best known for writing and recording some rock and roll classics from 1957 to 1959 for Specialty Records, including "Bony Moronie", "Short Fat Fannie", "High School Dance" (1957), "Slow Down", "Dizzy Miss Lizzie" (1958), "Bad Boy" and "She Said Yeah," (1959) which were later covered by British Invasion groups and other artists.
John Lennon, in particular, was a fan of Williams, recording several of his songs over the course of his career. "Bony Moronie" is listed as one of the Top 500 songs that shaped Rock and Roll.
As a child in New Orleans, Williams learned how to play piano. When he was a teenager, he and his family moved to Oakland, California, where he joined a local R&B group called the Lemon Drops. Around this time, Frank Ward (Future Oakland godfather and pimp) and his brothers would have been teenagers, it's alleged that Williams was acquainted with the Ward Brothers.
Williams went back to New Orleans for a visit. He began work as Lloyd Price's valet and played in the bands of Price, Roy Brown and Percy Mayfield. Williams would later meet and develop a friendship with Little Richard Penniman, who was recording at the time in New Orleans.
Williams had been involved with underworld activity since his early teens, and had reputedly been a pimp before he ever recorded music.
He was convicted of dealing narcotics and served a jail term, setting back his career considerably.
Williams made a comeback with a funky soul band that included Johnny "Guitar" Watson, which paired him musically with Little Richard who had been lured back into secular music.
Williams also began acting, appearing on film in "Just for the Hell of It," (1968), "The Klansman," (1974), and "Drum," (1976).
When Williams wasn't partying at the Summit Club, he hosted wild parties in his Hollywood mansion.
Guests included: Richard Pryor, David Ruffin, Marvin Gaye, Redd Foxx, Iceberg Slim, Frank Ward (before his murder), Nicky Barnes, Ike Turner, strippers, prostitutes supplied by his pimp buddies (in L.A.) and professional athletes.
In the early 70s, there was also a brief dalliance with disco, but Williams' wild lifestyle continued.
By the middle of the decade, the drug abuse and violence was taking its toll. In 1977, Williams pulled a gun on and threatened to kill his long-time friend, Little Richard, over a drug debt. They were both living in Los Angeles and addicted to cocaine. Little Richard bought drugs from him, arranged to pay him later, but did not show up because he was high. Williams was furious. He hunted him down but ended up showing compassion on his long-time friend after Little Richard repaid the debt. This, along with other factors, led to Little Richard's return to born again Christianity and the ministry, but Williams would not escape LA's seedy underworld.
Black Hollywood's First Murder Mystery:
On January 7, 1980, Williams was found dead from a gunshot wound to the head (execution style-hit man) in his Hollywood home. He was 44 years old. Unbelievably, the death was ruled a suicide, though there was much speculation otherwise. No suspects were ever arrested or charged.
TWO SINGERS DIED SUDDENLY AFTER BEING DUBBED 'BLACK ELVIS!'
Little Willie John was electrifying to say the least, he was dubbed 'The Black Elvis.' He would die shortly after that comment was made. Like Otis Redding and Sam Cooke (who also died at the height of their careers), Little Willie John had gotten too big, too quick and white girls were swooning over him. He was on his way to superstardom when death came knocking.
Little Willie John burst onto the scene in 1955 as a hit-making 17-year-old with a huge, blues-drenched voice that belied his small frame and captivated anyone who came in contact with it. Willie John, Ray Charles, and Sam Cooke were the chief architects of what became known as "soul music"; they set the vocal and instrumental patterns upon which that style is rooted. Willie's popularity with the public was only exceeded by his profound influence. His contemporaries -- B.B. King, Joe Tex, Sam Cooke, Jimmy Scott, Johnny Otis, Levi Stubbs -- were his biggest fans, and his unique vocal approach left its mark on a generation of R &B singers, including James Brown (who idolized Willie), Aretha Franklin, Sam Moore, Dave Prater, Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Stevie Wonder, Donny Hathaway, and George Benson, to name just a few.
Little Willie John really did lead a fast life and his death was mysterious.
He was born in one of Detroit's worst neighborhoods, and used his ambition and astonishing talent to leave it as quickly as possible, sneaking out of his bedroom to sing in nightclubs at the age of 12. Before long, he was winning talent contests.
John's childhood friend was the late Levi Stubbs (lead singer of the Four Tops). The enduring friendship of their widows continues to this day. John was also friends with Aretha Franklin and he had a rivalry of sorts with Berry Gordy, who pitched him songs-which Willie always turned down.
Before he was 18, Willie had his first hit single, "All Around the World," and for a while he was unstoppable — particularly when, in 1956, he had "Fever," which Peggy Lee later covered.
According to James Brown: The first time I played the Apollo, Little Willie John was the headliner. He was riding high off a string of hit singles.
The Famous Flames toured a lot with Little Willie, but that all ended one night in 1964. Willie had been arrested in Seattle for killing a man. It happened at Willie's engagement party. Some fellow (Kendall Roundtree) got into a tussle with him over, of all things, seating. The argument got out of hand, they fought, and Little Willie stabbed him to death.
So they put him away and let him rot in jail until the day he died. I had tried for more than a year to get him sprung, and we actually did manage to get him out, but it proved to be a brief taste of freedom, because he was soon arrested again in L.A. for violating parole. They put him back in jail, and this time for good. He would marry his fiancee in jail.
I went up to Seattle to see him a few times while he was in the slammer and was shocked to see how this once robust entertainer had become so frail that he was wheelchair bound, hacking and sniffing with pneumonia that he had picked up in his cold prison cell.
I vowed I would get him out again, but he just shook his head. He looked into my eyes and said evenly, "The only way I'm ever going to get out is horizontally."
They had broken him by taking away his power and his influence.
A few weeks later, he was dead. The cause of death wasn't pneumonia, Willie had recovered from that before he died. His death remains a mystery.
Later that year I recorded one of my most personal albums, "Thinking About Little Willie John And A Few Nice Things."
In my opinion, if Little Willie John had been White, he would have been more influential than Elvis Presley and he was often referred to as the 'Black Elvis Presley.'
Little Willie John was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996.
Singer Mabel John is Little Willie John's sister.
The book "Fever: Little Willie John: A Fast Life, Mysterious Death And The Birth Of Soul," is a must read! This book received 5 stars from "every' reviewer on Amazon.com
Rewind: A white music critic referred to Jesse Belvin (above) as the 'Black Elvis,' a few weeks later, his tires were allegedly slashed by white racists. Belvin and his wife were killed in a horrific car crash. -Photo supplied by: Jesse Belvin, Jr.
"LUXURY CAR REPLICA'S" (LAMBO'S, FERRARI'S, MASERATI'S)
What is the new rage among rappers, mediocre celebrities, aspiring athletes, gospel stars, mid-level managers and low level dope boy? Sports car replicas!
You can purchase a Bugatti Veyron replica (pictured below-identical to Baby's) for $89,000.
It may look like a $1.6 million Bugatti Veyron (above) but this luxury sports car can be yours for only $89,000. A Ford Cougar was transformed into this stunning replica of the Bugatti Veyron.
There is also an internet company that will built you a sports car replica (including a Lamborghini and Ferrari) for $20,000. Yacht replica's are also available via this website.
They advertise the following: We make identical replicas of the most famous Exotic Super Cars in the world. Any Exotic Super Car including Concept cars can now be yours to own. We can make your dream come true. You tell us the make, the model and the year and we will make you a replica version. Our cars are street legal and come with a title. We can make an identical replica of a million dollar (exotic car) for only $20,000.
Ferrari & Lamborghini (replicas) pictured above.
Photo Credit for Bugatti Veyron, courtesy of: Swns.
"CREOLE (CELEBRITY) PLAYGIRL-RICH MEN ONLY-INCLUDING A PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE?"
Not much is known about singer Betty Kelly: She was born in New Orleans on January 8, 1925. She had one hit, "Songs Of Mine," in 1951 and she overdosed at the age of 42 in 1967.
Allegedly, Kelly was linked to a bevy of rich and famous men: Sammy Davis, Jr., Nat King Cole, B.B. King, Sean Connery, Frank Sinatra, Robert F. Kennedy, Kirk Douglas, Michael Landon, a young Dustin Hoffman, Richard Burton, Robert Duvall, Bill Bixby, Leslie Nielsen, Peter Lawford, Aaron Spelling, Dean Martin, Robert Stack, Lorne Greene, Harvey Korman, Pernell Roberts and Peter Graves, etc.
"FIRST BLACK SEX SYMBOL WAS PRESIDENTIAL CONFIDANT"
'Liaisons with wealthy society women and befriended by aristocracy & royalty'
Joshua Daniel White (February 11, 1914 – September 5, 1969), better known as Josh White, was a singer, guitarist, songwriter, actor, and civil rights activist.
White was also a mentor to Eartha Kitt and Lena Horne. And Billie Holiday was one of White's closest friends.
White also became the closest African-American friend and confidant to president Franklin D. Roosevelt. However, White's anti-segregationist and international human rights political stance presented in many of his recordings and in his speeches at rallies resulted in the right-wing McCarthyites assuming him a Communist. Accordingly, from 1947 through the mid 1960s, White became caught up in the anti-Communist Red Scare, and combined with the resulting attempt to clear his name, his career was damaged.
White's career influenced many artists: Nat King Cole, Ray Charles, Harry Belafonte, Odetta, Elvis Presley, The Chambers Brothers, The Kingston Trio, Peter, Paul and Mary, Bob Dylan, David Crosby and Richie Havens.
White was in many senses a trailblazer; popular country bluesman in the early 1930s, responsible for introducing a mass white audience to folk-blues in the 1940s and becoming the first black singer-guitarist to star in Hollywood films and on Broadway.
He was also the first black singer to give a White House Command Performance(1941), to perform in previously segregated hotels (1942), to get a million-selling record, "One Meatball" (1944), and the first to make a solo concert tour of America (1945), the first folk and blues artist to perform in a nightclub, the first to tour internationally; and along with Lead Belly and Woody Guthrie, the first to be honored with a US postage stamp.
White's father threw a white bill collector out of his home in 1921, causing him to be beaten so badly that he was very near death, then locked up in an mental institution, where he died nine years later.
Two months after his father had been taken away from the family, Joshua left home with a blind, black street singer named Blind Man Arnold, who he had agreed to lead across the South to collect coins after performances. Arnold would then send White's mother two dollars a week. Arnold soon realized that he could profit from this gifted boy who quickly learned to dance, sing, and play the tambourine. Over the next eight years, he rented the boy's services out to other blind street singers, including Blind Blake and Blind Joe Taggart, and in time White quickly mastered the varied guitar styling's of all his blind masters. In order to appear sympathetic to the onlookers tossing coins, the old men kept White shoeless and in ragged short pants until he was sixteen years old. At night he would have to sleep in the cotton fields or in the horse stables, often on an empty stomach, while his master slept in a black hotel.
In February 1936, he punched his left hand through a glass door during a bar fight, and the hand became infected with gangrene. White was advised by doctors to amputate the hand, and White repeatedly refused. Amputation was averted, but his chording hand was left immobile.
Throughout the 1940s, as a major matinee idol with magnetic sexual charisma and a commanding stage presence, White not only was an international star of recordings, concerts, nightclubs, radio, film, and Broadway, he also achieved a unique position for an African American of the segregated era by becoming accepted and befriended by white society, aristocracy, European royalty, and America's ruling family, The Roosevelt's.
White also performed at Cafe Society Uptown, gaining him recognition by the New York Times as the "Darling of Fifth Avenue." The Roosevelt family, New York society, international royalty, and Hollywood stars regularly came to see White at the Cafe Society, and he used his fame and visibility to create, foster and develop relations between blacks and whites, making him a national figure and voice of racial integration in America.
He was thought to have numerous romantic liaisons with wealthy society women, singers, and Hollywood actresses.
The Cafe Society made White a star and put him in a unique position as an African American man. However, because of the club's unique social status of mixing the races, it also became a haven for New York's social progressives whose politics leaned to the Left. As it played a vital role in White's ascendance to stardom, it would also one day play a crucial role in his fall from grace.
Beginning in 1940, White established a long and close relationship with the family of Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt, and would become the closest African American confidant to the President of the United States; and the Roosevelt's were the godparents of Josh White, Jr. (born November 30, 1940). In January 1941, White performed at the President's Inauguration, and two months later, he released another highly controversial record album, Southern Exposure, which included six anti-segregationist songs with liner notes written by the celebrated and equally controversial African American writer Richard Wright.
After the President's death, White's younger brother William White became Eleanor Roosevelt's personal assistant, house manager and chauffeur for the remainder on her life.
White had reached the zenith of his career when touring with Eleanor Roosevelt on a celebrated and triumphant Goodwill tour of Europe. He had been hosted by the continent's prime ministers and royal families, and had just performed before 50,000 cheering fans at Stockholm's soccer stadium. Amidst this tour, while in Paris in June 1950, White received a call from Mary Chase, his manager in New York, telling him that Red Channels (who had been sending newsletters to the media since 1947 about White and other artists who they warned as being subversive), had just released and distributed a thick magazine with subversive details regarding 151 artists from the entertainment and media industries who they labeled as Communist Sympathizers. White's name was prominent on this list. There never had been an official blacklist—until now. White immediately went to discuss the situation with Mrs. Roosevelt—to ask her advice and help. With great empathy, she told him that her voice on his behalf would hinder his efforts to clear his name.
Upon arriving at New York's Idlewild Airport, the FBI met him, took him into a Customs holding room, began interrogating him, and held him for hours while waiting word from Washington as to whether White, who was born in America, would be deported back to Europe.
With work rapidly drying up in America, White relocated to London for much of 1950 to 1955, where he hosted his own BBC radio show.
From the mid-1950s until his death in Manhasset, New York in 1969 of heart disease, White primarily performed in concert halls, nightclubs, and folk music venues and festivals around the world, and in 1961 starred in the Josh White Show for the Granada Television network in the United Kingdom.
White's blacklisting in the television industry in America was finally broken in 1963, when President John F. Kennedy invited him to appear on the national CBS Television's civil rights special "Dinner with the President." Later that year he was seen again on national television performing for the masses on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at the historical March on Washington. In 1964, White gave a Command Performance for the Prime Minister of Canada, Lester Pearson; and in January 1965 he performed at the Presidential Inauguration of Lyndon Baines Johnson. In his final years, he would make American television appearances on The Merv Griffin Show, Hugh Hefner's Playboy's Penthouse and Hootenanny, among others. Meanwhile, he starred in two Josh White Concert Specials for national Swedish television in 1962 and 1967.
In 1961, White's health began a sharp decline as he experienced the first of the three heart attacks and the progressive heart disease that would plague him over his final eight years. As a lifelong smoker he also had progressive emphysema, in addition to ulcers, and severe psoriasis in his hands and calcium deficiency in his body that would cause the skin to peel off of his fingers and leave his fingernails broken and bleeding with every concert. During the last two years of his life, as his heart weakened dramatically, his wife Carol would put him in the hospital for four weeks after he completed each two-week concert tour. Finally, the doctors felt his only survival option was to attempt a new procedure to replace heart valves. The surgery failed.
He died on the operating table on September 6, 1969 at the North Shore Hospital in Manhasset, New York.
When the Associated Press interviewed Harry Belafonte, upon learning of White's passing, he said, "I can't tell you how sad I am. I spent many, many hours with him in the years of my early development. He had a profound influence on my style. At the time I came along, he was the only popular black folk singer, and through his artistry exposed America to a wealth of material about the life and conditions of black people that had not been sung by any other artist."
The Book Of Presidents:
This theory was used in the film "National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets." Allegedly, the Presidents of the United States have passed down (The Book Of Presidents) for many years. This book includes earth-shattering implications. The book’s location is only known to the President, and the National Librarian of Congress.
Thus, if the President is assassinated, the Librarian informs the next President about the book. After each President leaves office, the location is changed.
This book is rumored to contain the truth about the alien landings at Roswell, NM and Rendlesham Air Base, UK, and many other UFO events; the truth about the JFK and RFK assassinations; the location of the Holy Grail (tying in with the Fort Knox conspiracy theory); the fates of various high-ranking Nazis following WWII (and the facts concerning the U. S. government’s assistance of them); even the identity of the Antichrist. Even more insidious, in terms of realism, is the claim (the book) told of the attacks of September 11, 2001 before they took place, and also tells of the imminent coup d’etat of Russia, followed by a Russo-North Korean invasion of South Korea, initiating WWIII.
The Bilderberg Group (secret society) has been known to have secret meetings on a submarine beneath the polar ice caps.
The group can discuss their biggest secrets without being bugged.
"CURE FOR EVERYTHING" (AIDS, CANCER, HERPES, ETC.)
Theorists seem to have derived this one from a passage in the late, great Michael Crichton’s novel The Andromeda Strain. In that book, one of the characters tells another about a top-secret U. S. government-funded medical research project which appeared to have discovered a single drug which would not only inhibit the reproduction of a bacteria in the human body, but actively kill all biological and viral pathogens known to science, without any serious repercussions to the human body.
The fact that it may stem from a novel has not deterred conspiracy theorists from claiming that Crichton was stating facts but was afraid to admit to it, which is why he hid his facts in a work of fiction. In this passage, the drug is not named, but it is described as causing no more discomfort to the person than diarrhea, because it also kills the good bacteria in the intestines. It kills cancer within days and kills AIDS, syphillis, Herpes Simplexes I and II, Rabies Encephalitis, and every single disease of any kind ever known.
In 2001, Scotland Yard revealed that it had been unable to find 300 black boys aged 4-7 years old.
They disappeared from London during a 3 month period.
The 300 boys were reported missing between July-Sept. 2001.
"UNCENSORED" (MOST DANGEROUS MAN WHO EVER LIVED!)
Nikola Telsa (the creator of HAARP) was the most dangerous man who ever lived yet few people know about him. He was an inventor; greater than Albert Einstein and Thomas Edison combined.
Tesla claimed that free energy was indeed possible, and worked for most of his career to achieve it. The theory claims that he did, in fact, succeed, just before his death in 1943, in discovering the mathematics and mechanics involved, but that the FBI immediately broke into his home and seized all his papers and work, and has never released any of it to the public.
What is free energy? The entire planet would be powered by a single power source, such as a nuclear power plant. An infinite supply of energy at our fingertips, all based on electric output. You can see how this would irritate the oil companies.
No one would have to depend on fossil fuels anymore. Thus, the electricity required to power a light bulb could be all we need to power the whole world, invent spacecrafts capable of interstellar travel, anti-gravity, etc.
Telsa created a (time travel) machine before his death; this creation is still under wraps. The film "Back To The Future," was inspired by this creation (mentioned below).
Part II: Did Nikola Telsa Really Die in 1943? Is He Still Alive?
The Montauk Project is based out of Camp Hero in New York. At the extreme northeastern tip of the island there is a massive AN/FPS-35 radar dish that has long since been decommissioned.
This dish features prominently in all the theories surrounding a hyper-top secret military research facility which supposedly operated from 1967 to the early 1980s.
The Montauk Project resulted directly from the Philadelphia Experiment, which topped a previous list of conspiracy theories and is claimed by the theorists to be the accidental discovery of time travel. Nikola Tesla, who supposedly died in 1943, did not die, but perfected Einstein’s theory, and invented the mechanics required to stabilize a wormhole, a rip in the fabric of space-time.
The Montauk Project furthered this research, funded initially by $10 billion in Nazi gold bullion, stolen by American soldiers from an underground railroad tunnel in Switzerland in 1945. Some theories include Tesla as the immortal head of the project, traveling through time to cheat death. The base is said to have created and stabilized a time tunnel into the past, enabling anyone to go into it and arrive at any programmed point in the past. But then something terrible happened. No one can agree on precisely what, except, something came through the underground tunnel without warning and severely destroyed the base, before being killed by unknown means.
The government immediately scrapped the Project, having learned how to travel through time, and sealed off the entire base, which had grown so large that it actually extends, to this day, under the town of Montauk itself, several square miles.
Today, Camp Hero is now a state park where anyone may go and picnic or hike, and yet there are verifiable reports of backpackers and campers being suddenly accosted by men with automatic assault rifles in the middle of the night and threatened with death if they didn’t leave. In all these reports, the men have been said to wear olive drab uniforms with no insignia of any kind.
'The Beatles Were Originally Signed to Black Owned Record Label'
Vee-Jay Records is a record label founded in the 1950s, specializing in blues, jazz, rhythm and blues and rock and roll. It was owned and operated by African Americans.
Vee-Jay was founded in Gary, Indiana, in 1953 by Vivian Carter and James C. Bracken (1st photo), a husband-and-wife team who used their initials for the label’s name. Vivian's brother, Calvin Carter, was the label's A&R man. Ewart Abner, formerly of Chance Records, joined the label in 1955, first as manager, then as vice president, and ultimately, as president.
Vee-Jay quickly became a major R&B label, with the first song recorded making it to the top ten on the national R&B charts.
The 1960s saw the label become a major soul label with Jimi Hendrix, Little Richard, Billy Preston, the Dells, John Lee Hooker and Gene Chandler. Vee-Jay was also the first to nationally issue a record by The Pips who later became Gladys Knight and the Pips in 1962, when they moved to "Fury Records."
Vee-Jay had significant success with rock and roll acts, notably The Four Seasons (their first non-black act) and The Beatles (Vee-Jay acquired the rights to some of the early Beatles recordings in a licensing deal with EMI.
The company also had a major gospel line, recording such acts as the Staple Singers and they signed Wayne Shorter to their jazz division.
Vee-Jay's biggest successes occurred in 1962-1964, with the ascendancy of the Four Seasons and the distribution of early Beatles material.
Because EMI's company (Capitol Records) initially refused to release Beatles records. Vee-Jay's releases were at first unsuccessful, but quickly became huge hits once the British Invasion took off in early 1964, selling 2.6 million Beatles singles in a single month. Cash flow problems caused by Ewart Abner's tapping the company treasury to cover personal gambling debts led to the company's active demise; Vee-Jay had been forced to cease operations in the second half of 1963.
Vee-Jay Records revived under new management in 1982 as a disco and R&B label, but it closed down again in 1986.
(IMITATION OF LIFE)
In April of 1958, Lana Turner's teenage daughter Cheryl Crane stabbed Lana's mobster lover, Johnny Stompanato, to death. Although the killing was ruled justifiable homicide because Cheryl was defending her mother, the scandal rocked Hollywood, and many people thought Lana's film career was over. Enter Ross Hunter, producer of lavish women's pictures for Universal, who had breathed new life into the careers of aging stars like Jane Wyman and Barbara Stanwyck. Hunter offered Turner the starring role in a remake of Imitation of Life (1934).
For Lana Turner, that hit a little too close to home, and she hesitated. But she was deeply in debt, and she needed to work. Hunter offered a first-class production, with Jean Louis gowns and Laykin et Cie jewels, the leading women's director, Douglas Sirk, and a chance to make a lot of money, if Lana would work for a small salary plus half the net profits. Turner agreed, and the film succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Lana Turner was back on top, and a rich woman as well. In particular, Imitation of Life (1959) proved that her fans had not rejected her after the scandals surrounding the death of her lover Johnny Stompanato. It also reshaped her image to reflect the public's perception of her as a glamorous sex symbol who was a victim of her own success.
Fannie Hurst's novel, Imitation of Life, was the story of two single mothers, one white and one black, who join forces and become successful businesswomen. But both women suffer heartbreak caused by their daughters. (The idea for the book was born when Hurst traveled with black author Zora Neale Hurston (pictured above) and encountered racism, although the story was not remotely based on either of their lives.) The same year "Imitation of Life," hit movie theatres and became a best seller all over again, the book's inspiration, Zora Neale Hurston, died forgotten and penniless in Florida.
The novel was made into a film in 1934, starring Claudette Colbert and Louise Beavers, directed by John Stahl. Ross Hunter wanted to update the story, making the leading character an actress instead of a businesswoman, but keeping the race issue and the conflicts between mothers and daughters.The film's treatment of race, considered daring in its day, provides a powerful view of liberal sentiments at the birth of the civil rights movement.
Juanita Moore and Susan Kohner were both nominated for Best Supporting Actress Oscars for their searing portrayals of the African-American mother and daughter. Imitation of Life became Universal's biggest moneymaker to date, and a 1995 poll by the New York Daily News still ranked it as one of the top-ten all-time favorite films.
Helping boost the success of Imitation of Life was the studio's unprecedented decision to release it simultaneously to both white and black theatres in the South. At the time, Hollywood didn't release films to black theatres until they had played out in other markets. A demographic study of the film audience in 1960 surprised executives by revealing that 30 percent of the audience for movies was African-American.
Imitation of Life is one of only two dramatic films to feature gospel legend Mahalia Jackson. The other, St. Louis Blues (1958), actually gave her a character name.
During the publicity tour for the film, one reporter asked Susan Kohner if she had "minded" playing a black character.
At a suburban theatre in the Philadelphia area, the manager stood in the lobby at the film's end with a box of Kleenex for sobbing patrons.
Juanita Moore's Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress was such a surprise the studio didn't even have a biography on hand to distribute to the press.
Despite the film's success with black audiences, there also were African-Americans who resented the sympathetic depiction of Annie's (Moore) subservient nature and the casting of a white actress as her daughter. Troy Donahue claimed that after the film's release, blacks actually came up to him and thanked him for beating up Kohner on screen.
Turner's daughter, Cheryl Crane, visited the set during location shooting for Sandra Dee's high school graduation. The scenes were shot at the Town and Country School, where Crane had been a student.
At the studio's suggestion, Turner took her daughter to the premiere. She even arranged a special advance screening for the girl so she could get her tears out of the way with the first screening and look her best for the critics at the premiere.
Author Fannie Hurst wasn't happy with the book, but after a year of writing, she couldn't afford to turn down an offer of $45,000 for the rights to serialize it in Pictorial Review under the title "Sugar House." Then she panicked and tried to return the $5,000 advance Harper & Bros. had paid for the book rights. Instead of accepting her offer, they made "Imitation of Life," their major offering for spring 1933.
Although the Sarah Jane role had been played by black actress Fredi Washington in the original film version, for the re-make Universal cast white actress Susan Kohner, the daughter of Turner's agent Paul Kohner and Mexican actress Lupita Tovar.
More than 40 women were considered for the role of Annie (Delilah in the original), including Pearl Bailey and classical singer Marian Anderson. The role finally went to Juanita Moore, who had mostly played uncredited roles as African-American domestics to that point. The 36-year-old actress was barely old enough to play 22-year-old Susan Kohner's mother.
Natalie Wood was first considered for the part of Turner's daughter, but eventually Universal went with its own contract player, Sandra Dee, whom they were grooming for stardom.
Imitation of Life became Universal's top-grossing film after its release, and Turner's most successful film ever. Her deal for half the profits kept her financially comfortable for the rest of her life, particularly after fifth husband Fred May invested much of the money in real estate.
"FEMALE ASSASSINATION NETWORK"
Saddam Hussein probably wasn't the only rich and powerful man tapping into an underground female assassination network-for hire, the question remains, does this network still exist?
A group of female assassins were ordered to infiltrate opposition circles & to kill and maim targets with guns, knifes, poisonings and car crashes.
These women were graduates of a course held outside Baghdad (Salman Pak Camp). The camp was allegedly run by a Brigadier General.
Code-named operation Falcon.
These "Mata Hari" hit squads were staffed by former actresses, belly dancers, artists and models who were seeking asylum.
These women carried out hits in England, Scandinavia and elsewhere.
According to a high ranking source: "Women were used as assassins because they raise less suspicion. In our culture, we don't expect women to spy or kill. This is the most substantial and sophisticated female operation that we've seen in years."
Source: Anthony C. Lobaido
"LITTLE KNOWN AFRICAN-AMERICAN TRAGEDY" (MULTIPLE DEATHS & MURDER)
by: Joe Allen
James Hickman left for work at a local steel mill just before 9:00 PM on the night of January 16, 1947. He was a thirty-nine-year-old African American and the father of seven children. The Hickmans lived in Chicago in difficult, overcrowded conditions in a tenement owned by their landlord, David Coleman, who was also African American. Sometime shortly after 11:30 PM, Annie Hickman, James’s wife, said she “heard paper popping” in the ceiling. It was fire.
Panic ensued. The one hallway leading out of their attic apartment was engulfed in flames. Charles, Annie and James’s nineteen-year-old son, made a daring leap through the wall of fire and escaped, but the rest of the family was trapped. The only way out of the inferno was through the window; there were no fire escapes. Annie made it down to the second-floor windowsill with the help of another son, Willis. The crowd below placed a pile of blankets on the ground to cushion her fall and told Annie, dangling for her life, to let go. She hit the pile and survived. Willis also jumped and survived. The fire, described by one Chicago firefighter as a “holocaust,” killed four of the Hickman children. They were found underneath the bed with Leslie (fourteen), shielding the bodies of his younger siblings, Elvena (nine), Sylvester (seven), and Velvena (three).
Hickman returned home the following morning to find his building gutted and his family gone. He recounted later that a neighbor approached him and broke the tragic news. “He said, ‘Mr. Hickman, I hate to tell you this, four of your children is burnt to death.’ And I weakened to the ground.” Even though he was distraught and wracked with pain, Hickman remembered a threat made by his landlord to burn out the tenants out of his building if they didn’t move out.
Hickman found his family, buried his children, moved into a new apartment, and returned to work. But justice eluded him. “Paper was made to burn, coal and rags. Not people. People wasn’t made to burn, ” he told his son. The police didn’t seriously investigate the case. Coleman, his landlord, was a free man. Over the next six months, Hickman became increasingly depressed and frustrated. His family worried about his mental stability. On July 16, he picked up his .32 caliber pistol and went to confront Coleman at his home on the South Side of Chicago. He found Coleman sitting in a car outside his house and accused him of setting the fire. Hickman later claimed that Coleman admitted it. Hickman, a deeply religious man, raised his pistol, looked Coleman straight in the eye and said, “God is my secret judge,” and shot him four times. Coleman died three days later.
Police arrested James Hickman at his home and charged him with murder. State prosecutors sought the death penalty. The Hickman family saga could have ended with another tragedy with James facing life in prison or execution by the state of Illinois. But a small group of revolutionary socialists in Chicago, members of the Socialist Workers Party (SWP), took the lead in putting together a vibrant community-based campaign that ultimately resulted in James Hickman going free.
"MICHAEL JACKSON HAD MEETINGS WITH ALLEGED NEO-NAZI & RUMORED CIA AGENT"
Gordon Novel came from New Orleans. According to Alan J. Weberman: "In his youth, Gordon Novel belonged to a neo-Nazi group and was arrested and charged with bombing a Metairie, Louisiana, theater that admitted blacks." In the early 1960s, Novel ran an electronics firm which specialized in selling equipment used for bugging.
Jim Garrison alleges that Novel was formerly a member of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Allegedly, Gordon Novel (above) had been contacted by Michael Jackson‘s brother Jermaine and they had him come to Neverland, because Michael thought the reason he was at trial was that there was a vast basically financial conspiracy against him to take his music catalog away, his major asset. And he wanted Novel‘s advice on how to—quote—“stop the trials, stop the show.”
Gordon Novel, notoriously misidentified as “The Second Oswald” and “The Umbrella Man” in a famous assassination (regardless of what conspiracy theorists claim, Gordon denies being in Dallas that day).
Novel was allegedly part of President Richard Nixon’s infamous secret team of White House Plumbers. In 1984, the Late Great Mae Brussell (above) began to work with Larry Flynt’s "Rebel," Magazine to produce some of her landmark exposes on government criminal conspiracies, assassinations and Murder, Inc. After her classic milestone piece, “The Nazi Connection to the John F. Kennedy Assassination," was published in "Rebel," White House Plumber operatives G. Gordon Libby and Gordon Novel was dispatched into Flynt’s publishing enterprise to shut down "Rebel."
Also, Novel’s housemate, the infamous (alleged) assassin and gun runner, Mitchell WerBell (above), was put on Flynt’s payroll as his million dollar bodyguard.
"DID PRESIDENT NIXON HAVE GAY AFFAIR WITH MAFIA FIXER?"
Charles Gregory "Bebe" Rebozo (November 17, 1912 Tampa, Florida –May 8, 1998) was a Florida banker who became famous for being a friend and confidant of President Richard Nixon. Rebozo was routinely named as Nixon's primary recipient of covert payments.
Rebozo owned several businesses in Florida, including a gas station and a group of laundromats, before starting his own bank, the Key Biscayne Bank & Trust, in Key Biscayne during 1964.
Rebozo first met then U.S. Representative Nixon during 1950 by the agency of Florida Representative George Smathers.
Rebozo was investigated for accepting large covert payments from Howard Hughes on behalf of Nixon.
Rebozo received a letter threatening his life in 1974.
In the shocking new book "Nixon's Darkest Secrets," a former White House reporter and Washington insider (Don Fulsom) alleges that Nixon had a gay love affair with a Mafia fixer (BeBe Robozo). He also alleges that Nixon was a drunk and a vicious wife beater.
Fulsom reveals Nixon's longstanding ties to the mob, which go back before he took office.
The President and Rebozo allegedly laundered money for the mafia in Cuba and Florida. Rebozo was known as an top mob fixer during this era.
They also enjoyed (men only) beach vacations in Key Biscayne, where they'd swim, sunbathe and dine together. Allegedly, they were once caught holding hands under the table at a business meeting.
Another reporter saw the former president with his arm around Rebozo (in the way you cuddle your senior prom date).
Rebozo kept both an office and a bedroom at the White House during the Nixon presidency.
The whispers about the strange relationship continued through 1994, when Nixon passed, Rebozo was by his side.
Rebozo never got over Nixon's death, he was inconsolable. He would die four years later and a Republican campaigner was quoted in his obituary as saying: "They were inseparable and you just can't imagine how close two men could be."
"PRO BALLER/ENFORCER/MERCENARY" (MURDERED BY FIRING SQUAD)
John Brisker (born June 15, 1947, in Detroit, Michigan) was a professional basketball player who disappeared in Uganda in April 1978. He was declared legally dead in 1985.
A 6'5" forward/guard from the University of Toledo, Brisker played six seasons in the ABA and NBA as a member of the Pittsburgh Pipers (1969–1970), Pittsburgh Condors (1970–1972) and Seattle SuperSonics (1972–1975). He averaged 20.7 points per game over the course of his career (26.1 points per game in the ABA, and 11.9 points per game in the NBA).
Brisker received a reputation as one of the most volatile players in basketball. According to his Condors teammate Charlie Williams, “He was an excellent player, but say something wrong to the guy and you had this feeling he would reach into his bag, take out a gun and shoot you.” He was ejected so often for fighting that he was nicknamed "the heavyweight champion of the ABA." The Condors made much of Brisker's reputation as an enforcer; their media guide portrayed him wearing a pair of six-shooters.
Brisker's most infamous moment came against the Denver Rockets. He was ejected only two minutes into the game for a vicious elbow on the Rockets' Art Becker. For unknown reasons, he charged back onto the court three times after Becker before police finally ushered him to the locker room.
In 1978, Brisker went missing after he traveled to Uganda. Some rumors claim he went to Uganda as a mercenary; others say he was invited as a guest by Idi Amin. The last confirmed communication from Brisker was in April 1978, after which it has been speculated that he was executed by a firing squad when Amin was removed from power in 1979. He was declared legally dead in 1985 by the King County, Washington, medical examiner.
BLACK SUPER HUMAN ATHLETE & MOVIE STAR PURSUED BY INTELLIGENCE AGENCY:
Woody Strode had super human strength, movie star good looks and undeniable charm. Not only was he pursued by intelligence agencies (before Jim Brown) but he was also pursued by white actresses in Hollywood during the mid 1930's.
Actress Barbara Payton (above) sacrificed her career by flaunting her interracial relationship with Strode. Prior to Strode, Payton was linked to Howard Hughes, Bob Hope and George Raft but she considered Strode the best lover.
It wasn't unusual for celebrities to participate in the spy game. William Holden was an alleged espionage courier and baseball catcher Moe Berg moonlighted with the CIA. Actors and athletes had a built-in covers and Strode was no exception despite his race. It was also rumored that he was a member of the Freemason's; black freemason's allegedly faced less discrimination yet Strode wasn't interested in working in intelligence.
Instead, he married a Princess in the forties. Princess Luukialuana Kalaeloa (aka Luana Strode), was a descendant of Liliuokalani, the last queen of Hawaii. They were married until her death in 1980.
At 6'4", he was BIG! As a decathlete, pioneer football star, and professional wrestler, he was STRONG! And as an actor in the movies, he was as HARD! Woody Strode separated the men from the boys.
In the 30's, Strode was a student at UCLA, and a member of the first African American intercollegiate Greek letter organization, Alpha Phi Alpha.
A football scholarship allowed Strode to play at UCLA. Consequently, Woody and the legendary Kenny Washington were two of the first African Americans to play in the NFL in 1946 (with the Los Angeles Rams). Their friend, the iconic Jackie Robinson, went on to break the color barrier in Major League baseball just a year later in 1947.
By 1954, Woody had appeared in more than 20 movies. Never given the type of roles his talent demanded, Strode usually appeared in bit parts, in loin cloths (and usually unbilled) on the screen.
Strode also had a professional and personal relationship with legendary director, John Ford. Ford was as brittle and tough as they come, and the two men respected each other so much that the director was intent on using the actor in film as much as possible.
In the mid-70's, Strode moved to Rome where he became an international movie star playing mob bosses, hit men, gun slingers and wild-west heroes and villains. He was making $150,000 per film! He never needed a double, he did his own stunt work.
He spent his later years making and bottling his own wine on his ranch in Glendora, CA. He died on New Year's Eve, 1994, at the age of 80 from lung cancer.
Backstory Source: illkeepyouposted.com
BOOK REVEALS HIP-HOP CELEBRITIES INVOLVED IN THE ILLUMINATI:
The following entry (an interview with author Rebecca Scott) was featured in "XXL," Magazine:
XXL: What is the Illuminati?
RS: The Illuminati from the standpoint of my research refers to all of the secret societies and global elitist clubs including The Brotherhood, P2, The Freemasons, Skull and Bones, The Boulè, The Bilderberg Group, the Council on Foreign Relations, The Trilateral Commission, The Royal Institute of International Affairs, The Bohemian Grove Society, The Order of the Rose, The Round Table, and other such “secret” organizations.
The Illuminati is not a boys' or girls' club or a group of adults trying to have fun in life; this is bigger and much more sinister. It is an extremely well structured organization consisting of people in very High Places. Those people are the super wealthy, and they are above the law. Many of them don't even appear on the list of the wealthiest people in the world - they are that secret. They are motivated by power, money and control over life and death of others and themselves. The reach of these people stretches throughout all areas of society. From the production of food and basic necessities to commodities, to education, housing, government, medicine, to all industrial needs and banking institutions, to entertainment; these small, elite groups of people pull strings to orchestrate world affairs to their liking. These people are psychotic and will do anything to stay in power.
XXL: When did you become aware of the Illuminati's involvement in hip-hop? Were there any key signs?
RS: Back in the Nineties when I was representing Mad Lion and KRS-1, Lion and I worked out of a recording studio on West 42nd Street. At some point in the game, without my artist’s knowledge; I was approached by Patricia Durst (of the billionaire Durst Organization, Inc.) to open a recording studio directly across the street at her family-owned 4 Times Square property. To this day, I do not know how Patricia found me. Seeing the money potential in having my “own” studio, I accepted the offer and was given a LARGE cash incentive. I now had two operations bringing in money. However, it was not long after I did the Durst deal that I was again approached; this time by a man who said he “represented” Durst. He said that they would “need” to use my studio for the packing and distribution of illegal imports. (For obvious reasons, I cannot elaborate further on this.) Since I was already in bed with these people, I agreed and became wealthy overnight. I moved from Jefferson Houses on 112th Street in Harlem to the La Premier on West 55th. My secret arrangement with Durst went on for two years without Mad Lion or KRS-1 ever knowing about it. Eventually, Patricia started bugging out. She put crazy “art” displays in the big picture windows on the main floor facing 42nd Street and this brought unwanted media attention to the building. It didn’t help that we were conducting illegal activities upstairs. My unwanted dealings with her kept me paranoid, delusional, miserable and rich. I was clocking more money from this secret deal than the music. The end of the road came when Durst’ representative reappeared and asked me to facilitate having my artists transport said contraband on tours. (Note: this was around the time John Forte of the Fugees got busted). I knew it was time to bail out. When I told Patricia she threatened to take down my empire. By now, I was doing side deals with Flavor Flav, Sir Benni Miles and I had just wrapped my movie on Tupac, “Thug Immortal,” with director, George Tan. Pat Durst got sidetracked with her own problems when her brother, real estate heir Robert Durst got busted for murder in PA. But like all dealings with Satan, I did take a fall. I was busted and did 10 years on Federal drug charges as a result of trafficking coke concealed inside of art work. When I was released from prison I went back to the hood and stayed underground for years. I knew it was better to be a poor, alive woman than a rich dead one. The fact that people of this stature even took an interest in a small, independent, hip-hop manager like me was my first key sign that the game was about to change.
XXL: When did the Illuminati take over hip-hop?
RS: I saw when the Illuminati first infiltrated hip-hop. How they used folks. In the Nineties, there were two wealthy young white girls who had the game on lock…Jessica Rosenblum and Amanda Sheer. Jessica Rosenblum and Amanda Sheer were the biggest promoters in hip-hop during this time. You could not get your hip-hop artist into a party or show without going through Jessica or Amanda. These two came out of nowhere. There were a lot of people who were getting jerked back then. But then there were some who got even fatter, like Puffy...what an appropriate name. Puffy has a long history with Jessica…he was riding her coat all the way back to the City College massacre.
Many people do not know that the Illuminati were behind the City College tragedy. The behind the scenes promoter of the event was in fact, Jessica Rosenblum, not Diddy as the media portrayed. Unbeknownst to a lot of folks, those 9 people that died that night were the result of Jessica (who collected the money and just let Diddy put his name all over everything) ordered the security guard to lock the last available exit door after she was safely behind it. She did this because she thought that the people would try to snatch the cash box holding the night’s proceeds. On the other side of that exit door is where the nine bodies were piled up, crushed from people trying to escape gunfire through the locked exit. It would not be long before the term “Bad Boy” would become appropriately associated with Puffy’s name.
XXL: Who are the key players in the union of the Illuminati and hip-hop?
RS: If you mean key “pawns” (i.e., expendable pieces) then count Sean “Puffy” Combs who attended Howard University where he became a member of the notorious fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha and they are all Boulé (i.e., Illuminati pawns). Other key pawns include, but are not limited to Jay-Z, Will Smith, Ne-Yo, T.I., Nelly, Kanye, Rihanna, Lady GaGa, Beyonce, Dr. Dre, Eminen, Rick Ross, Kobe Bryant, Lebron James, Mike Jones, Lil’ Flip, Young Jeezy, all who have allowed the Illuminati to use them to infiltrate hip-hop.
There is however; one KEY player and that is BMG (Bertelsmann Music Group) Publishing, an Illuminati front that controls over one million copyrights. Artists who are now or have once been signed to this company, or one of its affiliates, include Avril Lavigne, Coldplay, Shakira, Nelly, Britney Spears, R. Kelly, Shania Twain, Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson, Linkin Park, Jay-Z, Maroon5, Justin Timberlake, Joss Stone, Elvis Costello, Ne-Yo, Mariah Carey, Black Eyed Peas, Kenny Chesney, The Game, Mario, Rascal Flatts, No Doubt, Thomas Anders, Jessica Simpson and 50 Cent as well as legends like Bob Dylan, Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra.
*Rebecca Scott's book "Hip-Hop Illuminati," can be purchased online at an variety of bookstores.
"BLACK GAY MALE ESCORT" (AIDS, METH & DEPRESSION)
*The following article is courtesy of (Storm) at Black Gay Men's Blog.com
Duane is a black gay male, aged 30, who currently lives in Brooklyn, NY. He was raised in Manhattan, as an only child, by a single mother, who sadly passed away 6 years ago. Duane has only met his father once when he was a kid and has no idea where he is today. Duane was diagnosed with AIDS(hopefully you know that there is a difference between an AIDS diagnosis and being HIV positive), when he found out he was positive in September 2010. He currently has a host of health complications and is a shadow of his former self – an extremely attractive black man.
Storm: Let’s take it from when you started escorting. You said on the phone you started escorting when you lost your job, about a year after your mom passed away. Do you think the series of events had anything to do with your decision to become an escort or was it something you had always considered doing?
Duane: Nah, I never really thought about hustling or escorting until I lost my job, but I always heard I would make a good escort or porn star, so maybe it was at the back of my mind. I lost my job because when my moms passed, I kinda lost focus – turning up late or calling in. I was drinking and smoking a lot of weed every day you know, work just wasn’t the place I wanted to be. My moms was the only family I had, so I guess it hit me real bad. I think the fact that she was gone made it easier to start escorting, like I had nothing to lose.
Nobody could say shit to me. I really started(hustling) to save my apartment, when the little I had saved up ran out. I had a decent job for years and a nice apartment, so I wanted to keep it I was very close to being evicted in the middle of winter in NYC – not a good look. I did what I felt I had to do without dealing with the structure of work and all that BS. I decided to place an ad in one of the free gay mags and that was that, my phone started ringing, I was lucky to hook-up with a few wealthy clients who wanted something on the regular.
They needed the double-digits between my legs and I needed the cash, you know. I worked 6 nights a week for the first 2 months – saved my crib and had enough vodka and weed to keep me happy. I could sleep most days and drink smoke and sex most nights. I got to know the regulars, you know I did overnights and shit – more money.
Storm: Some would say you had a good thing going. So when did things turn south? You mentioned on the phone that you started having bareback sex and taking harder drugs, which you believe was the beginning of the end for you, to use your own words. How did that all come about? How long had you been escorting before you started offering bareback services and were you doing the drugs with clients, or on your own, in order to cope with the fact that your were prostituting? Or maybe a bit of both?
Duane: Damn (laughs), you said you weren’t gonna be too easy on me, guess you weren’t lying. It’s that word “prostituting”, you sound like my therapist. Yeah, I’m just coming to terms with that word, ok, yeah I was a male prostitute. That shit just sounds wrong, you know (laughs again) from high-paying job to hustling. My bad, let me get back on track. Yeah, everything was cool for almost 2 years. I had good regular clients, even went on a few trips and stuff. Did lots of overnights and didn’t have to work 6 nights any more.
I mean 5 hours a week was like $1000, if I did 1 overnight a week, that was an extra $600 – $1000. So on lazy weeks I could pull in 2k easy, most weeks I made about 3k. I had always said no to bareback with clients, but then one of them offered me $600 for 1 hour, I had started taking a lil coke every now and then to escape. I was high at the time, so I was like hell yeah – plus he was fine as hell. I think it was easier because the first raw client was a sexy-ass black man on the Upper East side.
I saw him at least once a week for 6 months b4 the raw sex started, so we were cool. Once I crossed that line, it was easier to say yes to the white clients and I always charged them more than the black clients anyway, coz that was more like work, I’m normally attracted to black men. It was like easier money and I was only dealing with high-end clients at this time, so I deceived myself that it was cool. Plus, I was topping them, so it wasn’t that risky – that’s what I told myself. Then one of my white clients, who had more money than sense offered me a ridiculous amount of money to have sex all night with him on crystal meth.
He wanted us to both do the meth. Now, remember at this point I had only done weed and a bump(coke) every now and then. I said no the first couple of times, then one night I was like WTF let me try this shit. Yo, we had sex for hours, that shit was bananas. I went home around 8am still horny and got on A4A to find a hook-up, I was tweaking like crazy and banged dude who came through raw for like an hour. That’s how it all started, then the client started inviting his buddies over and we would have orgies and stuff and I would leave with a pocket full of cash and my dick still hard. By about the third month I was really hooked on that stuff doing it all the time with different clients, I even introduced some of them to it, other had already been doing it, so now we could PNP.
Yo, I became a sex maniac and I always wanted it raw, I was having sex with so many dudes, apart from clients, I lost count. I got into all that “piggy” sex with white clients, then I’d go home horny and craving black sex. I don’t know how many holes in NYC I flooded and I got to take out all my anger and aggression on the clients. I didn’t realize how much pent up anger I had, it was very easy to beat those who wanted to be beaten and treated like dirt. Also meth makes your booty go crazy, so after a while I needed to be flooded too. I went from a regular escort to a full-time bareback escort. In about 2.5 years I think I used a condom 2 or 3 times. I started going to the bathhouses too just anywhere i could get sex. I wanted only 2 things meth and sex.
By that point, the money was just a bonus, a way to get more meth. I looked like shit after about 1 year on meth, not as bad as I looked in September, but bad enough that it really was easier to do bareback clients on meth – they didn’t care what I looked like they just wanted 11 black inches for hours. I stopped paying rent and was facing eviction again, but at that point I didn’t care. Dude who introduced me to meth offered me a room in his crib. I think he felt a lil bad, plus he could always get his back blown out whenever he wanted it. Besides I was out having sex most of the time anyway, so it wasn’t like I needed a home, you know.
Storm: How ironic, you started escorting to save your apartment and ended up a homeless bareback hooker after 2.5 years on crystal meth. At any time during all that drug fueled crazy sex, did you ever think about HIV and other STDs, or the fact that you were possibly endangering your life and the lives of others? Did you get regular check ups? Was HIV ever discussed with clients or booty-calls – considering the fact that you were a reckless bareback escort, sex maniac and a junkie?
Duane: Just say it like it is why don’t you!(laughs) I like you man, you ain’t sugar-coating shit, that’s what I need. Nah, in the crystal meth world I don’t think HIV is mentioned much, I think it’s like an unspoken assumption, you know. Most meth heads are probably positive, many staring using meth to cope with being positive, I know that now. At the time, I really didn’t want to know, denial is a bitch you know. Outside of the meth bareback/PNP clients, I was mainly having raw sex with black men, when I was “off the clock."
Now when was the last time a black gay man asked you about status, before getting busy? We don’t do that often – you a straight shooter, you should know. Most black men ain’t having no serious discussion about HIV, when their shit is all hard. Plus, 70% of the time, I was topping and I am extremely “blessed”. Put eleven inches in front of most men and how many do you think are gonna ask about HIV. I also convinced myself tops couldn’t get HIV, so I only went to the clinic for other STDs, you know stuff that antibiotics can get rid off.. Yeah I know I have read your article about that shit, that’s why I hit you up.
I know I wasn’t a top all the time, but I had been calling myself that for years. Plus I was high you know. I’m not making excuses, I’m just telling you how my fucked up mind was working at the time. I know what I did was wrong. When I was diagnosed with AIDS last year, for the first two months I was severely depressed, I still am, part of it was because I had to deal with the fact that I had probably infected more men than I can even remember. Especially black men, you know I love black men and I’ve probably ruined so many lives flooding all those holes and stuff. Now, I look back it’s crazy to think I hadn’t been tested in 5 years.
Storm: I have to stop you right there, let’s look at that for a moment. You say you love black men, is that a recent thing? I say that because I don’t see how you can love black men, or anyone, when you don’t love yourself. Have you learned to love yourself now and so realize the error of your ways? I don’t think you are entirely to blame for infecting anyone, it takes two, but I am glad you are owning your role in the possible infection of tons of black men. That is, if we are to assume that all your clients were already positive – if not, you probably infected some white men too. I believe when it comes to sex and the decision to bareback, both parties have to take responsibility. Was being diagnosed with AIDS the turning point? Tell us more about that, you said your CD4 count was 4 when you were diagnosed, that means your immune system was totally depleted.
Duane: You are right, I didn’t love myself at all. I realize now that I had been depressed for a very long time, even before my moms passed. I was self-medicating with weed and alcohol for years. It just intensified when she died. I had a lot of anger inside me coming up, I was really mad at my pops for abandoning me, but I directed that anger to myself. When I got diagnosed with AIDS, I had been sick for weeks, probably 2 months, but being high all the time, you are so numb you don’t really know what it real, you know. I had a cough and couldn’t breathe right, then it got worse and worse.
First I just thought it was from the meth, you know all that smoking. Well, that was part of it, by the time I collapsed outside 86th street subway, I had pneumonia, my chest and lungs were seriously infected, I had neurosyphilis and all kinds of other infections. I am lucky to be alive today, even though I still have AIDS, it saved my life. I was in hospital for 1 month, so it was like forced detox and rehab. Then I started an out-patients program, as well as therapy twice a week, now once a week. I take a lot of meds because I had a host of Opportunistic Infections and you also gotta take stuff to prevent you from getting stuff, when your immune system is severely compromised. I know I still look terrible, but you should have seen me then. I have actually put on 20lbs since September.
Storm: Yeah, you look nothing like the picture you showed me from 6 years ago. That must be hard for someone who was so into their physical appearance and actually made a living selling their body. How do you cope with that, what is your life like today and do you look forward to the future?
Duane: To be honest with you, I don’t cope too well. I am indoors most of the time, apart from visits to the clinic, therapist, my program and NA meetings(which I don’t go to as often as I should, coz I’m still quite weak). I just started some new anti-depressants, so hopefully they will be better than the last ones I was on. I hadn’t left my apartment for 3 days before meeting with you. I mean I’m glad to be alive, but I don’t see much hope for the future right now.
My depression got worse after the AIDS diagnosis and after years of drug abuse some depression is normal anyway, then you add in all the extra stuff. My life really revolves around doctors, outpatients, specialists and therapist visits. I’m conscious of how I look, my skin is still messed up from the meth and AIDS and meds, just a mess.
I struggle a lot with side effects from all the different medications I am on, which really sucks, but I am grateful that the meds are there. I don’t have any friends, I lost my old friends when I became hooked on meth, 1 or 2 have reached out to me within the last week or so, but I don’t even know if I’m ready. So much I have to explain – maybe I’ll just have them read your blog. I feel like I am alive but I ain’t living.
Storm: What have you learned from the last 5 or 6 year?
Duane: I just want people, black gay men in particular, to understand the importance of loving yourself and loving yourself enough to do something about depression or any other mental problems. It is easy to look at my story as a story of escorting and drug addiction, which it is, but one thing I have learned from therapy is that my anger, self-hatred and depression are more to blame for all this, than crystal meth.
If I didn’t have those problems, I would probably never have become an addict. Keeping stuff in and self-medicating only works short-term. We as black men have to learn to love self first. Place less importance on sex and partying and more on yourself. The rate of HIV and AIDS among black gay men and MSM is so high – the reason for that is because we don’t really love ourselves.
We need to learn to talk about stuff like HIV – I am lucky I am still here, barely, but here. It could be anyone out there next. I was 6ft 4 and 190lbs of solid muscles, even when I got down to 150lbs all people saw was what was between my legs. HIV comes in all sizes and shapes, I have been them all – big and strong and now weak and skinny. Love yourself enough to make wiser choices.
"CAREER GIRLS SLAIN" (RACIAL INJUSTICE)
by: Marvin Smilon
August 28, 1963 is best remembered as the date of Martin Luther King Jr.'s historic March on Washington in support of civil rights and his memorable "I have a dream" speech. But on that same day, two young career girls, Janice Wylie and Emily Hoffert, were brutally murdered in their apartment on the fashionable Upper East Side of Manhattan. This led to a series of events that shook the whole city -- the New York City Police Department in particular -- in ways that still echo, even though those events have been long forgotten by nearly everyone except a few who had a personal involvement in the case. It also taught a young New York Post police reporter a lesson he never forgot.
Marvin Smilon was a young reporter when he was assigned to this case and the lesson he learned was that relying on "conventional wisdom" is not always wise.
The gory killings were dubbed the "Career Girl Murders" by the tabloids and it heightened an increasing awareness and apprehension by the public that something was happening that was fundamentally changing New York City.
There were clear signs in the early 1960s that crime was increasing dramatically and the newspapers -- especially the tabloids -- were feeding into those fears. Even the then liberal New York post was devoting as much or more space to crime stories as its tabloid competitors.
The investigation of the sensational murders was front-page news for months until a much more sensational and significant murder took over the front pages of every newspaper in the world on November 22, 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas.
Besides an occasional article about the status of the case like one in the New York Herald Tribune in March of 1964, headlined "Our City's Number One Unsolved Murder: Who Killed The Career Girls?", not much was written about the murders in late 1963 and early 1964. This near silence about the case ended abruptly with no warning at 3:30 a.m. on April 25, 1964 when a bulletin came across the AP machines in every New York City newspaper city room and TV and radio news department announcing:
"A 19-year-old Negro (pictured above with his mother-2nd photo) has admitted slaying Janice Wylie and Emily Hoeffert [sic] in their East Side apartment last August 28, Deputy Police Commissioner Walter Arm said early today." The bulletin added that the suspect had been identified as George Whitmore, Jr. and was being held in the 73rd Precinct in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn.
Since Smilon was the Post's police reporter in Brooklyn in 1964, within minutes of the bulletin, the phone in his Queens home began ringing. He said, I was informed of the break in the murders and instructed to get over to the 73rd because a press conference was scheduled there to make the official announcement. The scene at the precinct, which mirrored its poor run-down neighborhood, was not unexpectedly chaotic with reporters, photographers and TV and radio reporters crowding into a tiny squad commander's room where the NYPD Chief of Detectives Lawrence McKearney was about to hold a much anticipated press conference. As reporters headed toward the room, where they eyed a 19-year-old scrawny, shabbily dressed youth with an acne scarred face and a confused, frightened yet strangely passive almost gentle look, peering out from a locked cage where he was being held.
Reading from his notes, McKearney gave a precise narrative. He told reporters that Whitmore had been arrested the day before as a suspect in an assault on a woman in Brownsville. After being identified by the victim, Whitmore had voluntarily blurted out confessions to that crime, a murder of another woman in Brooklyn, and -- finally what the reporters had all come for -- to the Wylie-Hoffert murders. McKearney said with obvious satisfaction, "We got the right guy -- no question about it," he added. "He gave us details only the killer could know."
McKearney disclosed only part of the Wylie-Hoffert confession and with the aid of detectives who had interrogated Whitmore, answered a barrage of questions about the Manhattan murders, posed by the noisy, unruly reporters. Whitmore lived in Wildwood, New Jersey, with his father who was separated from his mother but frequently came to New York to stay with his mother and other family members who lived in Brownsville, McKearney said. He described the suspect as a "drifter" who had taken a subway to Times Square to sightsee and then randomly wandered up to East 88th Street. According to McKearney, Whitmore told police that he decided to see what was on the roof of a building where the two victims lived and on the way up, apparently on an impulse, entered the front door of the apartment where they lived together.
According to the Chief of Detectives, Whitmore admitted that after finding the two women there, he had used a coke bottle and three knives, breaking the blades of two of them, to beat and butcher the two women and then tied the bloody bodies together. The suspect admitted that he washed his hands before leaving the blood splattered apartment and its gruesome contents the same way he entered, taking with him several photographs, one of which had been found on him, McKearney added.
No, the suspect did not have a criminal record, said McKearney, who then became defensive when reporters badgered him to describe any other evidence, except his confession. He said a picture of Janice Wylie believed to have been stolen from the scene of the crime had been found on Whitmore when he was arrested. He refused to show the picture because it was evidence and seemed to waver on how sure he was that it was a picture of the victim. He also said none of Whitmore's fingerprints were found in the apartment because the suspect said he had worn gloves while killing the girls. Obviously tired after being up all night and annoyed at being grilled like a suspect himself, McKearney in exasperation repeated what he had said earlier that he was sure they got the right man because he had given them facts only the killer could have known and said they had a lot more evidence besides his confession.
I spent the rest of the day covering the story, and before getting a goodnight, Stan Opotowski, editor in charge of the City Desk that day, asked me if I had any ideas for a second-day story. When I hesitated he suggested profiles of the detectives who broke the case. Conventional wisdom certainly dictated that that ideas was the safe kind of follow-up but when I hesitated again, he asked me if there was a problem. I said I wasn't sure, but I was just uncomfortable about the scenario laid out by the police and there were a lot of questions in my mind still unanswered. For instance:
How and why did Whitmore pick that neighborhood, the building and the apartment for his rampage?
Why was there no physical evidence from the blood splattered murder scene except the picture, which appeared to be shaky at best?
And, why was the accused carrying around a pair of gloves in August since he apparently had no plans to commit this crime?
There was an added piece of information that had slipped by me and others at the press conference about the police boast that only the killer had the detailed information about the murders provided by Whitmore. In fact that was not quite accurate because one of the detectives questioning Whitmore had worked on the Wylie-Hoffert murder investigation for three months and he also knew those details.
Opotowsky told me to forget about the overnight and we had a whole weekend to come up with something. In the next few days the Brooklyn detectives who broke the case were lionized. There were exclusive first person stories on how the detectives got Whitmore to confess and how a picture of one of the victims stolen from the murder scene had been discovered on the suspect. Newspapers had heaped honors on the officers involved in "solving" then murders including "Public Protector Awards" from the Journal-American for "brilliant police work."
It looked to me that conventional wisdom won out this time and I felt I had made the biggest goof of my young career. I spoke to Opotowsky the next week, sharing my misgivings with him and apologized. Opotowsky, a taciturn ex-World War II Marine Corps war correspondent, who sadly died last year, reassured me. He told me that if he didn't have confidence in my judgment, he wouldn't have me working for him on the street and advised me to wait and see how it all played out. He also assigned Irving Lieberman, a veteran Post investigative reporter and a highly respected and beloved uncle of mine, who had been covering Brooklyn for decades, to look into the case.
Within weeks, rumors began floating around town that there were problems with the Whitmore case, and Manhattan detectives and the Manhattan District Attorney's office, under the legendary Frank Hogan, hadn't closed the books on the case but were taking a closer look at the arrested suspect. Brooklyn authorities quietly scoffed at these rumors citing jealousy on the part of their more celebrated counterparts in Manhattan as the reason for the reports. However, the Brooklyn prosecutors insisted on trying the two Brooklyn cases before the highly publicized Manhattan double murder and noted that if, Whitmore were convicted in those two cases, it might not be necessary to even try him on the Wylie-Hoffert murder.
Behind the scenes the Manhattan detectives were checking and rechecking every detail of the case against Whitmore. They were troubled by the near total lack of corroborating evidence for his confession except the photograph that was found on Whitmore. They first sought to check out the photo supposedly of Janice Wylie. The young woman's friends and relatives could not positively identify the photo as that of her, but after showing it around Wildwood, New Jersey, the detectives discovered it was a photo of a young woman who resembled Janice Wylie but lived in Whitmore's hometown. At the same time they uncovered witnesses who remembered seeing Whitmore around the town on the day of the March on Washington. The Manhattan detectives were convinced Whitmore had an airtight alibi because he could not have been in two places, three hours away at the same time.
The rumors persisted and stories began appearing in the New York newspapers with one reporting that Manhattan detectives had focused in on a drug addict who lived only a few blocks from the Upper East Side murder scene as the prime suspect in the double murder. On January 26, 1965,
Richard Robles (above-second photo)was arrested for the murders of Janice Wylie and Emily Hoffert and the charges against Whitmore were dropped. Robles was ultimately convicted of the double homicide and is serving a life sentence. All the other charges against Whitmore were dropped but only after years of litigation including attempted rape and assault.
The heroes of this story were of course the Manhattan detectives and prosecutors who turned up the evidence exonerating Whitmore while at the same time gathering other evidence that led to the arrest and conviction of the real killer. But the reporters, including Lieberman of the Post and Selwyn Raab, then of the World-Telegram and Sun and later the New York Times, who wrote stories that helped to expose this miscarriage of justice also deserve credit for performing a public service in the very best tradition of American journalism. Several books were written about the case, including one by Raab entitled "Justice in the Back Room," which was turned into a movie starring Telly Savalas, as the Manhattan detective who helped to clear Whitmore. The movie led to the long-running popular TV series "Kojak" starring Savalas.
After the exoneration of Whitmore, Opotowsky called me over to his desk and just said with the tiniest of smiles, "See, you were right." I learned two things from this case -- that conventional wisdom can too easily turn into a trap and the importance of editors with the backbone to stand up for their reporters.
Jack Nicholas, Tiger Woods, Sam Snead and Arnold Palmer are considered the greatest golfers in U.S. history despite the accomplishments of black golfer Teddy Rhodes (below).
Theodore "Ted" Rhodes (November 9, 1913 – July 4, 1969) was a trailblazing African-American golfer.
Rhodes was born in Nashville, Tennessee and attended the city's public schools. He learned the game of golf in his teenage years while working as a caddie at Nashville's Belle Meade and Richland golf courses. In the late 1930s, Rhodes joined the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC).
He served in the United States Navy in World War II. When his tour of duty concluded, Rhodes was discharged in Chicago, where he met entertainer Billy Eckstine, Sugar Ray Robinson and Joe Louis. He taught them how to play the game of golf, and served as Louis' personal instructor, valet and playing partner.
In the late 1940s, Rhodes moved to southern California where he was mentored by Ray Mangrum. In 1948, he played in the U.S. Open at the Riviera Country Club in Los Angeles, California and became recognized as the first African-American professional golfer. Rhodes and fellow African-American golfer Bill Spiller initiated litigation against the Professional Golfers' Association of America (PGA) seeking removal of the association's "Caucasian only clause".
Although they prevailed in the out-of-court settlement, the PGA circumvented the agreement by changing its tournaments to "invitational's" and invited only whites to participate.
Rhodes played mostly in United Golf Association sanctioned tournaments during his career, winning about 150 times. Rhodes returned to his native Nashville in the 1960s and mentored several black PGA players including Lee Elder and Charlie Sifford. He died at the age of 55. A month after his death, the Cumberland Golf Course in Nashville was renamed in his honor. In 1998, Rhodes was inducted into the Tennessee Golf Hall of Fame.
In 2009, the PGA of America granted posthumous membership to Rhodes, Spiller, and John Shippen. The PGA also has granted posthumous honorary membership to Joe Louis.
Old timers and historians consider Teddy Rhodes the greatest African American golfer in history.
On fine summer days, the Packards and Studebakers would pull up Jersualem Road in Scotch Plains, and men lugging golf clubs and women in crisp tennis whites would bound into the "Shady Rest Golf and Country Club."
They'd play nine holes, or watch their kids practice on the clay tennis court, or go skeet-shooting. Maybe they thought of nothing but the prospect of cocktails on the wraparound porch, Miss Lillian's famous fried chicken and potato salad in the club dining room, or the big band that would play in the ballroom later that evening.
Nothing unusual about well-to-do Americans enjoying a summertime idyll. Except that all the members at Shady Rest were African-American, and this was the 1930s.
Shady Rest was the first African-American golf and country club in the United States. There were other black-owned or operated golf courses at the time, but none combined golf with other amenities typically associated with country club life, such as tennis, horseback riding, locker rooms and a dining room, according to Lawrence Londino, a Montclair State University professor who produced a documentary called "A Place For Us" about Shady Rest, and John Shippen, the resident golf pro who is believed to have been the first American-born golfer to play in the U.S. Open.
"I guess we didn't at the time, but now we know how important it was," says Annie Westbrook Brantley, 88, of Roselle, who grew up near Shady Rest and who met her husband there in 1938, while Duke Ellington played "One O'Clock Jump."
The clubhouse, which dates to the mid-1700s, began life as a farmhouse. It briefly served as a tavern until 1900, when the Westfield Golf Club turned the surrounding farmland into a golf course, according to Ethel Washington, the history programs coordinator for the Union County Division of Cultural and Heritage Affairs.
When the Westfield club merged with a Cranford club, plans were drawn to build a new 18-hole course at what would become the Echo Lake Country Club. A group of African-American investors called the Progressive Realty Co. bought the property in 1921 and opened Shady Rest.
The Jerseyland neighborhood around the club was predominantly African-American, but the club drew members from across northern and central Jersey, with guests driving in from as far as Manhattan and Brooklyn for a day in the country.
Shady Rest also featured prominently on the Jersey musical circuit, drawing big names like Ellington, Count Basie, Cab Calloway, and Newark's Sarah Vaughan.
Brantley and her sister, Rosabelle Westbrook Johnson, remember Chick Webb introducing a young singer named Ella Fitzgerald, who delighted the crowd with "A-Tisket, A-Tasket."
"We'd get a chance to see all of them," Brantley says. "The place would be packed. We would be dancing. It was a great time. All the boys came up there to meet the girls."
Back then she was too young to attend the dances, but Yvonne Cooley Whaley remembers her brother driving her to the clubhouse and parking outside so they could hear the music from the masters. Some white kids from the surrounding area did the same: Laura Swidersky of Scotch Plains says her uncles and cousin, who studied classical music, would hang around outside the clubhouse, "spending many a Saturday night enjoying the jazz that they rarely were able to imitate."
W.E.B. DuBois spoke there. The clubhouse was a popular spot for fashion shows and luncheons put on by African-American community groups, and it hosted a multitude of weddings.
Joan Cooley Carter's family moved to Westfield from Jersey City in the mid-1930s, and soon Joan was toting a tennis racket around wherever she went. Shady Rest is where Carter, now 77 and living in Carmel, Calif., met her husband, a member of the Cosmopolitan Tennis Club, the most prestigious black tennis club in New York.
Carter, whose older sister is Yvonne Whaley, vividly recalls another competitor from the Cosmopolitan, a tall, wiry and athletic young woman with a "cannonball serve" who "knocked the socks off everybody."
"You could tell she was really going to go somewhere," Cooley remembers. "She walked all over me, then looked at me and said, 'Next.'"
That woman was Althea Gibson, who became the first African-American to win a Grand Slam tennis tournament.
In 1964, the town took over operations and renamed the club "Scotch Hills," Country Club.
Source: JET Magazine
"TRANSGENDERED SPONSOR CIRCUIT-RICH BENEFACTORS"
Born Jason Torres, a statuesque blonde (now known as Nicole Sanders) has spent the past year and approximately $300,000 dollars, transforming herself from an outcast teenage boy into a real life Barbie doll. She's undergone countless surgeries in an effort to look like a life-size version of the iconic toy.
How did she raise the money?
She's relied on the deep pockets of generous (sponsors/benefactors) to help her achieve her goal.
This seems to be a trend. Rich men and wealthy celebrities are now paying for sex changes and cosmetic surgery on the transsexual/transvestite-sponsor circuit.
One black male celebrity has allegedly paid for several sex change operations. According to our source, he's known as the biggest trick on the circuit.
(BLACK ASSASSIN SECT KNOWN AS 'THE TROOP')
During the late 1960s and early 1970s, liquidation and neutralization programs were developed to attack, disrupt and assault the Black Church accelerating with the assassinations of members of the King Family, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., A.D. King, and their mother, Mrs. Alberta King, Sr.
On June 30, 1974, Mrs. King and a deacon (Boykin) were murdered on Sunday morning inside the family church in Atlanta, GA. Mrs. King and Deacon Boykin were assassinated by mind control/programmed assassin, Marcus Wayne Chenault, (pictured above-barely stood 5'0 feet). Chenault traveled by Greyhound Bus and had a list of ten influential Black ministers targeted for assassination.
Chenault’s primary target had been Dr. Martin Luther King, Sr.,(MLK's father) but he wasn't in church when the attack took place. Instead, Chenault focused on Martin Luther King's mother (Alberta). Chenault, the son of a middle-class black family in Dayton, Ohio, had just been welcomed to the church for a morning service when he rose from his seat in the front pew, drew two pistols and started firing.
Alberta King, 70, was fatally struck at the church's new organ as she was playing "The Lord's Prayer." Deacon Boykin was standing nearby when he was shot. One woman among the 400 worshippers was also wounded.
Chenault was serving a life sentence at the state prison in Jackson, Ga., when he suffered a stroke. He never regained consciousness and died at the age of 44.
Chenault and a group of Black mind controlled/programmed assassins called, "The Troop," were being allegedly run out of a Building on an Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.
"ATLANTA CHILD MURDERS" (NOTORIOUS BACKSTORY)
The Atlanta Child Murders continues to baffle me. I recently came across revealing information on Atlanta's Murdered & Missing, below.
Kenneth Bernard Brown, 17, lived on First Ave off Memorial, near Darron Glass. He witnessed a black man wearing a green shirt, dark pants, silver bracelet and black cap take a crying boy (aged 10-12) out of a light blue Nova on Memorial. He took the boy to the woods, then Kenny heard a shot.
The man resurfaced with the boy, carried him to his trunk and drove south on 2nd Ave.
Despite being a witness to an alleged crime, on 08 August 1980, Tracy Jordan accused Kenneth Brown of rape. Brown was sent to prison.
Lee Gooch lived with mother Geraldine Gooch and father Eugene Gooch. His grandmother lived across the street from Yusuf Bell (Atlanta Child Murder Victim). Gooch was reported missing after a witness saw him in a vehicle with a future suspect, but he was found later after he spent 14 Jan - 7 Feb 1981 in a Tallahassee jail after using his mother's maiden name.
63 year old Tom Terrell lived in a house on 530 Gray Street, and owned the house next door at 522 Gray Street. Timothy Hill was last seen here, and a few other Atlanta Child Murder victims were allegedly seen here before their deaths.
Pedophile John David Wilcoxen, a 50 year old truck driver, lived on 1980 Compton Dr. S.E. near Lakewood Fairgrounds and South Bend Park. A man in the same child porn ring and caught with hundreds of child porn photos had rented a room at the Alamo Plaza Motel on Stewart Ave. He lived on Glenwood and had also lived on 1st Ave and Memorial.
Two other men, Lionel St. Louis, 40, and Francis "Frank" Nathaniel Hardy, 49, (2969 Grand Ave. S.W.), another truck driver, were also charged. The 17 year old child porn ring involved hundreds of children in several metro Atlanta counties. Teen boys taken to the men's homes and also a hotel on Stewart Avenue were paid $5 to perform sexual acts and $10 to be photographed. Some police officers said many of the photographs had gone missing, and that the original group of photos included pictures of black boys. All that was left were photos of 114 white boys.
Second photo (above): The home was destroyed by a mysterious fire.
Felton Talley and Robert Duke were considered suspects in the Atlanta Child Murders after police got an anonymous tip that the two had been claiming to have had murdered 25 young black adults in Atlanta and were going to kill another. On 12 May 1981, Talley and Duke had barricaded themselves in a boarding house, and Talley was killed by police fire.
This unnamed boy (in hoodie-above) also said he was walking home from a victim's funeral with another boy when a church organist from the funeral picked them up in a car with another black man. They went to an apartment in Cobb County near 6-Flags. They met three people, one a was a light skinned transsexual with red hair (who was possibly later found dead from an overdose in Cobb County).
A house at the intersection of Bakers Ferry and Dollar Mill Rd was found by searchers on 03 January 1981-looking for missing children because of an anonymous tip to look in the area. The house reportedly smelled of rotting flesh. The house was owned by a David Westbrook, who rented it out to tenants who had left their possessions there. Neighbors had seen a black man and black child use the house two months before. Inside was bibles nailed to the wall opened to passages about children and murder. Also found inside was adult clothing (including a burnt jersey), children clothing, furniture, and bikes. No body was ever found here, however the remains of a young adult female were found in the "Adamsville section of Atlanta" on 19 Jan 1981.
CLASSIFIED: (FIRST FEMALE ASTRONAUT WAS AN AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN)
Erased History: 'The Mysterious Life & Death Of Stephanie Ellis.'
by: Jay Thomas II
Stephanie Ellis was an African American astronaut who allegedly perished in 1975 while on a rather controversial top secret space mission.
Her body and those of her two fellow astronauts who also died, are still in orbit around the earth inside their disabled spacecraft.
The mission was an ill-fated Apollo 19 flight to investigate an unusual object on the moon.
The mission was cancelled and Stephanie Ellis isn't on the list of astronauts for this flight. She died in a training exercise in 1975.
Allegedly, Stephanie encountered sexism and racism and an alleged (former commander) said she ran her mouth too much. This is a false characterization of Stephanie, she would have never been hired by NASA if she ran her mouth too much. They have strict requirements for employment.
Allegedly, It bothered colleagues that she was the first female astronaut-of any race.
Deniability erased this accolade.
Documentation on Stephanie's life and accomplishments have been erased and scrubbed from newspaper archives, magazines and the internet.
Continue to RIP.
"SECRET SOCIETY RINGS"
The Bohemian Club is a secretive private all male club formed in 1872. It is comprised of rich and powerful men whose membership has included every Republican US president as well as some Democrats since 1923. It's members and guests are the directors and CEO's of major military contractors, oil companies, banks, utilities and the national media. The clubs motto "Weaving spiders come not here" means don't do business at the Grove.
The Illuminati ring (pictured above) is valued at $1,000.
The Skulls & Bones "925" ring (pictured above) is affiliated with Lodge 322 on the Yale campus.
Three versions of the Masonic Eastern Star Ring (pictured above).
*Oddly, no rings were found on the Boule.
(THE CHIC ORGANIZATION)
According to Nile Rodgers, after Bernard Edwards and I wrote and produced "Upside Down," for Diana Ross, we knew it would be a monster hit.
Unfortunately, not everyone agreed.
It all started with Frankie Crocker, an influential New York DJ at WBLS. Back then, WBLS was the number one station in America and Frankie was the number one DJ at the station.
Diana was eager to give Frankie a first listen.
About three hours later, when she returned to the studio, her mood had dramatically changed. She seemed to have fallen into some sort of emotional abyss. I mean she was extremely low, What happened? we asked.
"Frankie sad this song is going to ruin my career," she told us. "He was very serious and very worried about what you're doing with me." She paused for a moment and then added, "Why are you guys trying to ruin my career?"
What are you talking about? Bernard asked.
"Frankie told me about a lot of other records and told me that they had the hot new sound."
We were shocked and stunned.
I said, "He knows we're not trying to ruin your career, cause we'd also be ruining ours!"
And to make matters worse, Motown reacted the same way as Frankie Crocker.
"Upside Down," in not a Diana Ross record," said Berry Gordy, "and neither is the rest of the album."
We were devastated.
Ultimately, Motown decided to put out the record they hated.
"Upside Down," hit the No. 1 spot on the Billboard charts and stayed there for four weeks. The album "Diana," went six times platinum in America and remains her biggest selling album of all time.
According to Producer Nile Rodgers (Chic):
The first time Bernard Edwards and I met Sister Sledge was also the first time they ever heard the song "We Are Family."
When they walked into the studio, we were still writing the song and it was blasting over the loudspeakers. This had to be markedly different from what they'd expected, but it's how we worked.
Once we had finished writing the song, we gave it to them and basically said, "Here it is and this is how it goes."
The best example of friction was with the lyrics of their first single, "He's The Greatest Dancer." They were religious girls and took offense to singing, "My creme de la creme, please take me home."
They thought clean-cut girls would not have a one-night stand.
We explained, "The song is not about you." They suggested we change the lyric to "Please don't go home." This was in direct conflict with the song's core truth. We insisted that the lyric stay as we'd written it. They reluctantly sang it (though you couldn't tell that from Kathy's breathtaking delivery), but there was a wedge between us because we would not negotiate.
After all, this was supposed to be their record. And it was (from our point of view).
Their record came out and went to the top of the charts!
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By the summer of 1979, Nile Rodgers was informed by his accountant that he would never have to work again. The royalties from "We Are Family," "Le Freak," and Good Times," alone confirmed that; Nile also wrote "Like A Virgin," and "Material Girl," for Madonna.
Rodgers produced David Bowie's biggest selling album Let's Dance." He produced the single "Original Sin" by INXS. Duran Duran worked extensively with Rodgers after he co-produced their largest selling hit single, "The Reflex" in 1983 and followed up with "The Wild Boys" on their 1984 live album Arena.
Rodgers’ would later spark an interest in soundtracks, the first of which were Alphabet City, Gremlins ("Out Out" Peter Gabriel) Against All Odds ("Walk Through the Fire" Peter Gabriel), That's Dancing ("Invitation to Dance" Kim Carnes), White Nights (numerous songs) and The Fly ("Help Me" Bryan Ferry).
In 1985 Rodgers produced albums for Sheena Easton, Jeff Beck, The Thompson Twins, Mick Jagger, and many others.
Nile and Bernard's recordings have sold in excess of 100 million copies.
The Chic Organization's recipe for success: We rewrote the rules. We got rid of as many outside variables as possible. We started out downsized. Our overhead was low, and the return on our investment was very high. Our early investors and business colleagues all did very well indeed. In the beginning we had almost nothing; soon we owned everything we'd created. Monetization of our assets was key to survival in the ever changing music business.
Nile and Bernard diversified their earnings and invested in General Electric technology called the CT scanner and started a medical business called the CHIC Mobile Diagnostic Laboratories, which sent CT scanners to hospitals that couldn't afford to have the million dollar units in house.
Nile Rodgers was diagnosed with cancer last year, he's currently in remission.
Source: "LeFreak," by Nile Rodgers
"IN 1914, HEADLINES BLARED: SARAH RECTOR-RICHEST COLORED GIRL IN THE U.S."
Little Sarah Rector, a former slave, became one of the richest little girls in America in 1914. Rector had been born among the Creek Indians, as a descendant of slaves. She would belong to a group of children that the government referred to as the Creek Freedman minors.
Rector became an orphan after her mother died of tuberculosis, and her father died in prison. Like most children of Indian territory, she was kept in the care of a white guardian who was responsible for her money and education. But her life changed in 1914, as a result of an earlier land treaty from the government.
Back in 1887, the government awarded the Creek minors children 160 acres of land, which passed to Rector after her parents' deaths. Though her land was thought to be useless, oil was discovered in its depths in 1914, when she was just 10 years old.
The headlines would read: “Oil Made Pickaninny Rich – Oklahoma Girl With $15,000 A Month Gets Many Proposals – Four White Men in Germany Want to Marry the Negro Child So That They Can Share Her Fortune.”
The Salt Lake Telegram reported how her siblings still lived in poverty.
Rector kept her fortune to herself and used it to fund her education to Tuskegee University.
Little is known about her life thereafter, except that she purchased a mansion on Twelfth Street in Kansas City, Missouri and entertained the likes of Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Joe Louis and Jack Johnson at lavish parties.
Source: Erica Johnson
According to Nile Rodgers:
A Playboy bunny flight attendant I once dated used to tell me how great "the Vineyard" was. Her name was Renee, and for many years she'd worked on Hef's corporate jet. The famed Playboy jet was black, sleek, beautiful, and classy and so was the drop dead gorgeous Renee.
Not only was she gorgeous, but genuinely nice, well mannered, and very popular. One day she and I went shopping in an upscale Chicago department store, and baseball superstar Reggie Jackson walked up and greeted her by her first and last name. I was proud that she was with me. Renee was super connected and worldly; she could have easily been a politician, diplomat, or royalty.
"Martha's Vineyard is where the rich black folks hang," she'd repeatedly told me. I think her whole family had been summering there most of their lives. Cool. I'd become a certified rich black man, and I certainly knew how to hang. And so in the summer of 1984, I rented Seven Gates Farm, a massive house with its own private beach, in the town of West Tisbury.
I'd envisioned the Vineyard as La Rive Gauche for black people. I pictured everybody from Muhammad Ali and Pam Grier to Jean-Michel Basquiat and Angela Davis (celebrities of the 80's era) would be lounging beach side, locked in heady conversations about art, high fashion, sports and politics. Based on Renee's description, the Vineyard sounded similar to the best aspects of my childhood.
I couldn't wait to be welcomed into the fold of my fellow overachieving brothers and sisters.
From the moment I touched down on the island, I felt much more racially alienated than I'd ever felt anywhere else.
When I rolled around the Vineyard with the likes of Madonna, Carly Simon, or any of my many famous white friends, things were always cool, but if I flew solo or with black friends, things were not. I was used to that, but as I said, I expected life would be different in an idyllic enclave of American black affluence.
What made things so wacky on the Vineyard: It wasn't the white people who made me feel unwelcome.
It turns out I'd come back around to the same color caste system that I'd first experienced in my own family growing up. This phenomenon isn't folklore or fantasy.
I'm dark skinned. And like most people, I get even darker in the summer. It quickly became apparent that many Vineyard visitors of color were uncomfortable around dark skinned African Americans.
My brother Bunchy, who at the time was a sometime musician, carpenter, and drug wheeler dealer has light skin. Although he wasn't wealthy and he wasn't even particularly employed, legally at least, he was accepted almost everywhere on the Vineyard, especially in Oak Bluffs, a village about ten miles from my summer place that was a haven for some of the richest black people in America. But I was given subtle grief from the moment I set foot in town. People were never overly hostile, but I got just enough negative attitude to let me know where I stood.
On my very first visit to Oak Bluffs after sundown, I was refused entry to an upscale house party, a party I'd been invited to by the bouncer guarding the front door. I was totally perplexed.
I quickly realized that the standoffish posturing I'd been experiencing was simply based on my hue.
For the doorman, my skin color was the only information at the exclusive party. And for him, color, which masquerades as a key to one's status, was what mattered. Fortunately, the situation was resolved when an ex-girlfriend, who had spotted me being turned away, told the doorman, "Hey, that's Nile Rodgers, the leader of Chic and Diana Ross's producer," at which point, he let me in.
*Sadly, this same color system exists in Black Hollywood today. Black celebrity men (some of them dark skinned themselves) tell security, prior to the party, "do not admit dark skinned women!"
BEFORE HIS DEATH: (K-ROCK WAS THE TOP GO-GO BOY, STRIPPER & PRIVATE DANCER ON GAY CIRCUIT)
K-Rock (above) was a superstar go-go boy, stripper, model and private dancer on the gay circuit. He was also on the homosexual circuit (NYC, ATL, L.A., MIA, SF. DC. and CHI).
K-Rock also performed on gay Caribbean cruises.
He also performed at private celebrity bashes. He was booked a year in advance and he made a grip.
He was often pursued by gay men and DL celebrities.
K-Rock died in 2008 at the age of 34, there is controversy surrounding his death. Some reports indicate cancer, other reports say AIDS.
"K-Rock" was the stage name of Serapis Kephra. He was born and raised in Oklahoma and lived there and in Texas for many years. Later, in the 90s, Serapis headed toward Atlanta and soon became a fixture in that city's growing black gay community.
Serapis quickly established himself as one of the city's top dancers and go-go boys and established an a cult following, performing a much-anticipated signature move to standing room only crowds from Los Angeles to New York City. His company, K-Rock Productions, booked some of the most popular dancers across the country.
Source: Rod 2.0
"DISTURBING & TRAGIC" (TWISTED & DEPRAVED)
Toyrianna Smith is accused of doing the unthinkable – she allegedly killed her baby and then carried him around on her chest for the next three hours while shopping. Her three-month-old son, Ken Blackman, Jr., was in a BabyBjorn, which mounts on her chest. Prosecutors claim that the baby died after Smith repeatedly beat and suffocated the child the night before.
The Chicago Sun-Times is reporting that Smith took the baby to a friend’s house after she went shopping. The friend suspected that the child wasn’t breathing and saw blood on the blanket. That’s when she called the police in Harvey, Illinois.
When she met with police, Smith allegedly confessed to punching the baby several times and suffocating him because he wouldn’t stop crying. It is also being reported that she’d been drinking vodka with her friends on the night of the beating. She is being held on $1 million bond.
WAS 'SALT' BASED ON CATHY MULLEN'S CHILDHOOD (MIND CONTROL SLEEPER AGENT?)
Claudia Mullen of New Orleans was a ritually sexual abused child sex slave from 1958 to 1988. According to Mullen, the lead CIA children mind control programmer had collaborated with the mind control research and experiments of Nazi Angel (demon) of Death, Hauptsturmführer SS Dr. Josef Mengele.
Between 1958-1960, classified programs turned children into mind control slaves for clandestine operations. Claudia Mullen was in an extended program that lasted 30 years. During this time, children of all ages (teenagers and young adults) were trained (similar to the fictional Evelyn Salt) as intelligence mind control moles, sleepers and assassins.
Claudia Mullen: They had to train a certain amount of young females to go around, and I was sent to a camp in Maryland for three weeks when I was nine years old, and that was my first training on how to sexually please men. I was also taught (on how to) talk to older men and encouraged to become friendly with older men and eventually, when I was old enough, I was sent out into what they called the operational field, and I would be photographed with government officials.
"GAY SERIAL KILLER IN THE ATL"
'The ATL Child Murders Were Not The Only String Of Murders Going On In The 80's'
One evening in December 1985, Curtis Brown, a 21-year-old black man, left his home in Atlanta, Georgia, to purchase a package of cigarettes. Five hours later, when an unidentified corpse was discovered in Dean Rusk Park, no connection was made. Stripped of I.D., his pants pulled down, the victim had been shot several times in the head, and .38-caliber bullets were recovered in fair shape for ballistic identification. Curtis Brown's body was not identified until four days later, when his girlfriend filed a missing person report with police. With confirmation in hand, detectives examined his final hours, tracing the victim as far as a neighborhood tavern. Employees remembered him there, on the night of his death, and they thought he had left with another black customer, known -- for the sake of his 300 pounds -- as "Big Mike."
From there, the trail went cold, and homicide detectives had no time to spare for chasing shadows. Six years earlier, Atlanta had been "honored" with the title of America's murder capital, boasting the nation's highest per capita homicide rate, and matters had scarcely improved in the meantime. Three sensational outbreaks of serial murder had captured the national spotlight from 1980 to 1984, and overworked police had many "ordinary" slayings on their hands, as well. Ten months elapsed before authorities resigned themselves to yet another monster in their midst. In mid-October 1986, the decomposing body of a young black man was discovered in an abandoned building; he had been shot several times in the back of the head, the body left with pants pulled down around his knees.
It took several days to identify the victim as Daryl Williams, a 21-year-old drifter from Ohio. Last seen alive in a bar, on October 5, there was no trace of his movements from that night on. Ballistics tests confirmed a link between the Williams murder weapon and victim George Willingham, a local family man who left his home on an errand, October 5, and never returned. Found the next day in an alley, he had been shot in the back of the head, execution style, with the same pistol used on Daryl Williams. The connection of two similar cases sent detectives back to their files. In short order, they compiled a list of further victims. Curtis Brown was added, on the basis of his killer's M.0., along with Richard Williams, of South Carolina; Alvin George, 31, from Columbus, Ohio; and 18-year-old Jason McColley, a native of Atlanta.
The last three all had reputations as street hustlers or male prostitutes; all had been slain execution-style, with a pistol or knife, during the past year. There were other striking similarities between the unsolved murders. Five of the six victims were found with their pants down, apparently slain after sex. George and McColley were murdered a month apart, but in the same alley, each stabbed in the neck with a similar knife. Two unrelated victims named Williams, the first and last, had each been killed in abandoned buildings a short distance apart. Richard Williams and Curtis Brown had been shot with the same pistol, but not the one used to kill Daryl Williams and George Willingham. Brown and Richard Williams had each suffered post mortem wounds from a short, sharp blade.
If further connections were needed, a witness recalled seeing Jason McColley with a hulk matching "Big Mike's" description on the night he died. Renewed investigation led detectives to the rooming house where Michael Terry had lived for the past year, collecting numerous guns and pawning a few when he ran short of cash. Arrested at work, in a tire-capping shop, Terry was relieved of a hidden .357 magnum and hauled in for questioning. In his eventual confession, Terry stated that he met his several victims in saloons, adjourned to other sites for homosexual relations, after which the smaller men allegedly had threatened him with robbery or worse.
The killings, he alleged, were simply self-defense. "I didn't want to hurt anyone," Terry insisted, "but they took advantage of me." A jury thought otherwise, and on February 22, 1987, Michael Terry was convicted of murdering Richard Williams and Curtis Brown. He was sentenced to a term of life imprisonment without parole, four other cases held in reserve, against the possibility his sentence might be shortened on appeal.
SPYCRAFT: (INTERNATIONAL RING OF ASSASSINS?)
In May 1998, in the small northern California town of Cottonwood, Norman Daniels, 28, opened a wax-sealed envelope given to him by friend Todd Garton, 27, who claimed to be a paid assassin for an elite organization called the Company. The company was an underground assassination agency headed by the mysterious Col. Sean. Operatives were former intelligence agents.
This international ring of assassins executed contracts all over the world.
Now the Company was recruiting Daniels. His initiation would be to kill the person named inside the envelope: Carole Garton, 28 - Todd Garton's pregnant wife. On May 16, 1998, Daniels shot Carole Garton five times, killing her and her unborn child.
But police launched an intense investigation that revealed the sordid story behind the murder. In a dramatic trial, the depths of Garton's depravity and Daniels's desperation would be revealed-and justice would finally be served.
Did the company really exist or was it a fictional organization?
Black Icon Linked To Royalty:
In the late 1940's, interracial dating was taboo but that didn't stop rumors from circulating, Stating: Prince Aly Khan was having a secret romance with black dance icon (Katherine Dunham). The couple sent tongues wagging when they shared an intimate/seductive dance at a private party in Paris. Allegedly, the Prince cared deeply for Dunham but racism prevented him from marrying her. Instead, he married actress Rita Hayworth.
"NOTORIOUS SERIAL KILLER FILMED SEX PARTY IN PRISON WITH BLACK LOVER"
Richard Speck is a serial killer who murdered eight nurses.
In May, 1996, five years after his death, a pornographic video made secretly in prison began airing on Chicago's WBBM-TV showing the mass murderer wearing woman's panties, doing drugs, having sex and bragging about living the good life at Stateville prison. A total embarrassment for Illinois lawmakers, the tape, believed to have been shot in 1988, shows Speck handling $100 bills and casually snorting from a huge pile of coke. At one point he says, "If they only knew how much fun I was having in here, they would turn me loose."
A feminine looking Speck appeared to have taken hormone shots and, like fellow killer Bobby Joe Long, seemed to be sporting a pair of tits. It is unclear how the jailhouse filmmakers obtained the equipment to make their porn video. Besides Speck two other inmates appear on the tape, Speck's black lover, or in prison lingo, "his b**ch," and the film maker himself who casually pops in for a line of coke. After viewing the video, Illinois state Representative, Al Salvi, said the demeanor of Speck and the others suggest "that they had the run of the place." On the tape, the convicts do not appear worried about getting caught. At one point Speck acknowledges that he killed the eight nurses saying that it, "just wasn't their night."
BLACK HISTORY: (WHO WAS JIM CROW?)
The name Jim Crow is often used to describe the segregation laws, rules, and customs which arose after Reconstruction ended in 1877 and continued until the mid-1960s. How did the name become associated with these "Black Codes" which took away many of the rights which had been granted to Blacks through the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments?
The name "Jim Crow," first appeared in sheet music written by Thomas Dartmouth "Daddy" Rice (1st photo). Rice, a struggling "actor" (he did short solo skits between play scenes) at the Park Theater in New York, happened upon a Black person singing the above song -- some accounts say it was an old Black slave who walked with difficulty, others say it was a ragged Black stable boy. Whether modeled on an old man or a young boy we will never know, however, it is clear that in 1828 Rice appeared on stage as "Jim Crow" -- an exaggerated, highly stereotypical Black character.
Rice, a White man, was one of the first performers to wear blackface makeup -- his skin was darkened with burnt cork. His Jim Crow song-and-dance routine was an astounding success that took him from Louisville to Cincinnati to Pittsburgh to Philadelphia and finally to New York in 1832. He then performed to great acclaim in London and Dublin. By then "Jim Crow" was a stock character in minstrel shows, along with counterparts Jim Dandy and Zip Coon. Rice's subsequent blackface characters were Sambos, Coons, and Dandies. White audiences were receptive to the portrayals of Blacks as singing, dancing, grinning fools.
By 1838, the term "Jim Crow" was being used as a collective racial epithet for Blacks, not as offensive as ni**er, but as offensive as coon or darkie. Obviously, the popularity of minstrel shows aided the spread of Jim Crow as a racial slur.
The minstrel show was one of the first native forms of American entertainment, and Rice was rightly regarded as the "Father of American minstrelsy." He had many imitators. In 1843, four White men from New York, billed as the "Virginia Minstrels," darkened their faces and imitated the singing and dancing of Blacks. They used violins, castanets, banjos, bones and tambourines. Their routine was successful and they were invited to tour the country.
Rice, and his imitators, by their stereotypical depictions of Blacks, helped to popularize the belief that Blacks were lazy, stupid, inherently less human, and unworthy of integration. During the years that Blacks were being victimized by lynch mobs, they were also victimized by the racist caricatures propagated through novels, sheet music, theatrical plays, and minstrel shows. Ironically, years later when Blacks replaced White minstrels, the Blacks also "blackened" their faces, thereby pretending to be Whites pretending to be Blacks. They, too, performed the Coon Shows which dehumanized Blacks and helped establish the desirability of racial segregation.
Daddy Rice, the original Jim Crow, became rich and famous because of his skills as a minstrel. However, he lived an extravagant lifestyle, and when he died in New York on September 19, 1860, he was in poverty.
"BLACK HISTORY" (EPITHETS: SAMBO & UNCLE TOM ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE)
"Sambo," is based on an real life person.
Sambo's Grave (pictured above) is the burial site of a young dark skinned cabin boy or slave, on unconsecrated ground in a field near the small village of Sunderland Point, England, near Heysham and Overton, Lancashire.
Sunderland Point used to be a port, serving cotton, sugar and slave ships from the West Indies and North America.
Sambo, it is thought, was a young slave, possibly bought at auction, and taken into service by either a sea captain or a merchant with the idea of using him as a personal attendant. How old he was, how long he served and the manner of his death are all unknown today, but there is one theory as to what happened.
He was the sole survivor of a shipwreck, perishing shortly after being washed ashore. This would appear to be a verbal tradition, not appearing in print until fairly recent times.
Sambo was buried in an isolated field close to the sea shore, his grave being initially marked by a plain wooden cross. Its splendid isolation however, combined with its associated legends started to draw a large number of curious visitors. One, the Reverend James Watson, a retired headmaster from Lancaster, visited the site in 1795. He was so moved by the story and the aura of the area that he collected a shilling from any visitor willing to donate. With this money he paid for a proper headstone.
The term "Uncle Tom," is based on Josiah Henson (above). Yet, Henson was just the opposite of an Uncle Tom.
Uncle Tom, the title character in "Uncle Tom's Cabin," was initially seen as a noble, long-suffering Christian slave. In more recent years, however, his name has become an epithet directed towards African-Americans who are accused of selling out to whites. Harriet Beecher Stowe (the author) intended Tom to be a "noble hero" and praiseworthy person, similar to the real life Josiah Henson. Throughout the book, far from allowing himself to be exploited, Tom stands up for his beliefs and is grudgingly admired even by his enemies.
Josiah Henson's autobiography, "The Life of Josiah Henson, Formerly a Slave, Now an Inhabitant of Canada," (1849), inspired the title character of Harriet Beecher Stowe's novel, Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852).
Josiah Henson was born on a farm near Port Tobacco in Charles County, Maryland. When he was a boy, his father was punished for standing up to a slave owner, receiving one hundred lashes and having his right ear nailed to the whipping-post, and then cut off. His father was later sold to someone in Alabama. Following his family's master's death, young Josiah was separated from his mother, brothers and sisters, when he was sold as property in an estate sale.
After his mother pleaded with her new owner Isaac Riley, Riley agreed to buy back Henson so she could at least have her youngest child with her; on condition he would work in the fields. Riley would not regret his decision for Henson rose in his owners' esteem, and was eventually entrusted as the supervisor of his master's farm, located in Montgomery County, Maryland (in what is now North Bethesda). He tried to buy his freedom by giving his master $350 which he had saved up over the years, only to find that it had been increased to $1000.
Cheated out of his money, he escaped to Kent County, U.C., in 1830, after learning he might be sold again. There he founded a settlement and laborer's school for other fugitive slaves at Dawn, Canada West. Henson crossed into Upper Canada via the Niagara River, with his wife Nancy and their four children.
Henson first worked farms near Fort Erie, then Waterloo, moving with friends to Colchester by 1834 to set up a Black settlement on rented land. Through contacts and financial assistance there, he was able to purchase 200 acres in Dawn Township, in next-door Kent County, to realize his vision of a self-sufficient community. The Dawn Settlement eventually prospered, reaching a population of 500 at its height, and exporting black walnut lumber to the United States and Britain. Henson purchased an additional 200 acres next to the Settlement, where his family lived. Henson also became an active Methodist preacher, and spoke as an abolitionist on routes between Tennessee and Ontario. He also served in the Canadian army as a military officer, having led a Black militia unit in the Rebellion of 1837. Though many residents of the Dawn Settlement returned to the United States after slavery was abolished there, Henson and his wife continued to live in Dawn for the rest of their lives. Henson died at the age of 93 on May 5. 1883.
"HARRY HOUDINI WAS INTRIGUED WITH BLACK MAGICIAN'S ACT"
Before Harry Houdini, David Cooperfield and Sigfield and Roy, there was black magician-Richard Potter. He was also a master illusionist and hypnotist.
Richard Potter was one of the greatest magicians (Black or White) that the world has ever seen. Even Harry Houdini studied him yet unlike Houdini, he's lost in history and Houdini is considered the greatest magician of all time. At his peak, in the early 1800's, he earned an astonishing $4,000 per show ($25,000 in today's dollars).
The birth of Richard Potter (2nd photo) in 1783 is celebrated on this date. He was a magician and one of the first black illusionist/hypnotist in America.
Potter was born in New Hampshire, the son of an English baronet and an African servant woman (he was light in complexion but due to the one drop rule, he was considered black). He was educated in Europe before beginning his 25-year career as a performer in post-Revolutionary America. He lived with his father in Hopkinton, NH, until he married his wife, Sally, and had three children.
Potter has been credited as America’s first successful stage magician, hypnotist, and ventriloquist. One of the earliest records of Potter advertising his shows was on November 2, 1811, in Boston at the Columbian Museum. The performance featured ventriloquism and magic.
Potter performed in Boston, throughout New England, and Canada. “Legend” says Potter was able to climb a rope and disappear while performing outdoors surrounded by spectators. Officially, his best-known illusion was "crawling through a log" and Potter could skillfully throw his voice, especially using bird sounds. Whether he was the first to use a ventriloquist’s doll or dummy isn’t known.
Potter lived on a 175-acre farm in Andover that he purchased in 1814, The Potter estate consisted of several rooms on the first floor, the second floor was said to be one big room. The Potter's would have lavish dinner parties at there home, where he would entertain.
Potter's only run-in with prejudice was in Mobile, Alabama. Despite this issue, Potter still made over $4000 during his visit, $25,000 in today's dollars.
Potter’s prestidigitation with eggs, money, and cards was considered of scientific interest, and he often performed at the Columbia Museum in Boston. He could throw knives and touch a hot iron to his tongue, walk on flames, and dance on eggs without breaking them. He performed in New York and all over New England. Charles Brewster, in his history of Portsmouth, NH, refers to Potter as living on what is now State Street. Potter apparently had a son of the same name who performed magic like his father. In 1813, Potter's success allowed him to buy a 175-acre farm in Andover, NH, in the village now known as Potter’s Place. Houdini studied Potter and Potter's story intrigued him, Houdini included Potter in his popular magazine of magic.
Potter inspired Grace Metalious's character Samuel Peyton in the novel "Peyton Place."
Potter died on September 20, 1835. Sometime after his death and the death of his wife, Sally, the couple was buried in the front yard of their estate but the house burned down. Potter and his wife’s graves were moved to their present site in 1849 to make room for the railroad. All that remains to this day is a small plot with the gravestones (above). Inscribed on Richard's stone is "In Memory of Richard Potter, the celebrated Ventriloquist, Aged 52 years. Died Sept. 20 1835.
"S&M BONDAGE HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS"
The same two rappers seen in the company of Mickey Rourke also patronize a S&M Bondage House, located in the Hollywood Hills.
According to sources: Participants play bondage games while shackled. Others are attired in boiler suits, stiletto boots and blindfolds.
This place has bondage/torture chambers and jail cells.
This house caters to celebrities, millionaires, captains of industry, gays, goths, tickle torturers, diaper clad patrons and people with military fetishes. They also stimulate clients with electrical devices.
Allegedly, each week, a billionaire lives out his fantasy of being treated like a military prisoner that has gone AWOL and needs to be punished. He allegedly pays $10,000 for this fantasy.
During the Christmas holidays, they have 'Leather Claus,' in place of Santa Claus.
"WERE SIX BLACK MEN MURDERED IN PERSHING PARK?"
'Six Staged Murders in Pershing Park, 2 Blocks from the White House?'
According to War-On-You:
Alleged example of (mind control experimentation/operations) occurred in Pershing Park, at 14th Street and Pennsylvania Avenue, in northwest Washington, D.C., across the street from the Willard Hotel, just two (2) blocks from the White House, at the end of Reagan's 2nd term, and the beginning of the Bush Administration.
(a) What happened here was the alleged murder of six (6) Black men -- (6) different occasions. Dates of the six (6) incidents as follows:
(1) June 10th, 1988, at approximately 7:00 PM;
(2) July 28th, 1988, at approximately 9:45 PM;
(3) May 13th, 1989, at approximately 10:24 PM;
(4) June 16th, 1989, at approximately 9:19 PM;
(5) July 16th, 1989, at approximately 8:00 PM; and
(6) August 25th, 1989, at approximately 8:00 PM.
(b) On each occasion, a Black man (wearing a sailor cap) came out of the District of Columbia Administration Building and walked over to Pershing Park; the majority of the park crowd (day and night) was African American.
(c) Upon entering Pershing Park, "Sailor" huddled with a black male (in the park) who was later killed, and did the following:
(1) First, he talked to the man and/or gave him some sort of verbal instructions or signal.
(2) Second, he gave the man a swig of liquid out of what looked like a liquor bottle. It is conjectured that this liquid was some sort of a "cocktail" -- i.e., a mixture of alcohol and drugs.
(d) Later, the black man was allegedly killed by someone named Michael.
(e) On 5 of these 6 occasions, the black men encountered Michael.
(f) Michael's background is rich and varied, but apparently includes a number of years in covert operations.
(g) At any rate, Michael is highly skilled in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat.
Possible Motive: Sanctioned Operation? Media Blackout?
Author Nick Bryant reveals a tragic and sinister tale of a nationwide pedophile ring that pandered children to a cabal of the rich and famous, stretching from Southern California to cornfields of Nebraska and beyond to our nation’s capitol. The Franklin Scandal reveals political powerbrokers who had access to the highest levels of our government and alleged connections to intelligence agencies. One of those powerbrokers is Lawrence E. "Larry" King, Jr. (no relation to the TV talk show host of the same name), identified by other sources as the primary pimp of the nationwide pedophile ring.
In 1976 there where whispers about (Larry King), the 300-pound socialite living large. There were minor stabs at investigating him, but the police did not want to be seen as the big bad white guys picking on a black man.
Tales of King entertaining guests with cocaine, hookers and hustlers were pervasive, but Omaha has a strange code of silence.
It had been whispered that King headed a "waiter academy" to train young men (twinks) in the fine art of waiting tables for what was hopefully to become his restaurant empire.
In an Omaha World Herald interview, he spoke about how he wanted his places to be real elegant where the waiters would wear white dinner jackets. But King's deeper desires were rumored to be something quite different.
A lot of guys were recruited to be a part of King's catering business.
Many teens and young men talked of being expected to "put out," and rumors of pornographic video shoots circulated in the gay and black communities.
Eventually a private investigator was hired by the state legislature to look into stories of an international child prostitution ring. He interviewed dozens of waiters and folks around Omaha who had been curious about King's lavish gifts and extravagant ways.
But things seemed tempered by the fact that King hung out with presidents, and area journalists. And owned a bank, and a sushi bar and...
The investigator is said to have flown to Chicago to meet with a person who had damning photographic evidence as to what was going on. That investigator never made it back to Omaha.
His plane mysteriously blew up on the return flight. Primary witnesses suddenly changed their stories, and those who did not were convicted of perjury. One rent boy who testified that he was farmed out to several closeted power brokers in and around Omaha died mysteriously in New Mexico.
By: Len Cooper
I was hot, I was tuckered, I was angry. I was a little boy, picking cotton for my grandfather on his 360 acre farm in Alabama, and I was feeling like a slave. Lincoln freed the slaves a hundred years ago, I informed my grandfather sourly.
"Mister Lincoln ain't freed no slaves," he said. Slavery lasted well into the 20th century, he said, to his personal knowledge.
My brothers and I were on break, sitting in the shade of towering oaks, stupid with exhaustion, sipping sweet lemonade from dented tin cups. Daddy Yo, which is what we called our grandfather, had us transfixed and terrified as he sat and stroked his old gold pocket watch and told us how white folks stole black children off the streets of Alabama and took them to plantations as far away as the Mississippi Delta. How this was done entire generations after the Emancipation Proclamation. How black people were held in bondage. Daddy Yo had seen it happen, he told us.
I wondered if those white men might someday come for me. I was 10.
By and by I grew bigger and stronger, and Daddy Yo grew smaller and feebler, but the tale he told never got less vivid or more benign. As a bent old man, he wept with each word as if ghosts had returned from the past to feast on his soul.
Those summers on his farm were the cruelest and the kindest of my life. The spiny points on the cotton buds ripped our cuticles, making our fingers bleed. Once the skin toughened, the pain would leave, replaced by something dark and gnarled and protective.
The scars on my hands have faded. The demons of the past revisit me as they did my father and grandfather. Daddy Yo is dead and his gold pocket watch belongs to me now. Today I find myself stroking it, and telling my own children my grandfather's story, pretty much the way he told it:
It was 1918, and his friend Cleveland and two other boys were playing along a dirt road in Sumter County. They were big kids, and strong looking. Two white men pulled up in a brand new automobile.
Hey y'all nigra boys, have y'all ever seen the likens of such a beautiful machine?
"I can't reckon we have, suh," my grandfather replied, removing his cap and lowering his eyes. It was considered a sign of disrespect for Negroes to meet the stare of a white person. In some parts, Negroes were thrown in jail and fined $25 for "reckless eyeballing," which meant they made eye contact with a white woman.
I'll tell you boys what. How about hoppin' in for a ride down to York? We'll be back before you know it.
My grandfather was wary:
"We sho' do appreciate it, suh', but I reckon we'd better be headed on back to the house now," he said. "We're much obliged, though."
Suddenly the driver jumped from the car, cursing and swearing.
The four boys broke toward the wooded area along the roadside. My grandfather didn't stop running until he was on the front porch of his house. He waited for a few minutes, praying the others would soon join him. They never did.
My grandfather told his father what had happened. Within minutes, a dozen men on mules and wobbly old field wagons were on the roads, searching for the three stolen Negro children. But the boys were gone. Authorities were notified. Authorities said nothing could be done, if anything at all had happened. Negro boys sometimes get ideas into their heads, and just plumb run away.
The story didn't end there. It ended 20 years later. My grandfather was sitting on his front porch, when he saw a family of derelicts emerging from the back of a delivery truck.
He blinked and stared, then slowly rose to his feet. The oldest derelict, with the grizzled face and the watery eyes, was his old friend Cleveland, who had been by his side that day 20 years before but was not as fast on his feet.
"When Cleveland saw us, it took more than an hour to settle him down," said Daddy Yo. "We had to try to get him pacified from that. There were two or three children standing out there not far from him. When he learned his father had passed on, Cleveland cried."
Cleveland told Daddy Yo he had been taken to the Mississippi delta, sold into slavery and held for 20 years on a plantation surrounded by two rivers and protected by armed guards, barbed wire and dogs. He said he eventually escaped with the help of a white laborer, who drove him off with the woman who had become Cleveland's wife on the plantation. There were other plantations, all over the South, Cleveland said. Men kept under lock and key. Men whipped for insubordination, men killed on a whim.
by: Tony Rennell
HIDDEN FROM THE WORLD: "THE TERRIBLE TRUTH ABOUT SHIRLEY BASSEY'S FATHER"
Shirley Bassey always recognised that she owed her success as an international singing star, initially, to her mother Eliza Jane. 'There were six kids at home, and I was the youngest,' recalls the sassy Welsh diva, who, at 73, is still belting out "Goldfinger," "Kiss Me Honey Honey," and "Big Spender," to enthusiastic audiences of young and old alike.
It was a time when being the white mother of a mixed-race child was highly unusual, and regarded in many respectable quarters-not least, by her own parents - as scandalous.
But Eliza went her own way, and from 1919 onwards had ten children in all - a number out of wedlock, and eight of them with black fathers. Shirley, her last, was born in January 1937 in a street full of brothels in the rundown docklands area of Tiger Bay.
But it was grinding poverty rather than racism that appears to have stuck in Shirley's memory. 'Being coloured was never my problem, never has been,' she says. 'In Cardiff, our problem was more basic. A fourletter word: food.
'We were living from day to day, and this got into my heart and my soul. It wasn't a happy childhood. But I had as much love from my mother as she could possibly give to the youngest of so many children, and not having my father around …'
'Not having my father around.' Thereby hangs a tale that has lain buried for 70 years but has now been unearthed by Welsh writer John L Williams and revealed in a new book.
Shirley's father-and the father of six of Eliza Jane's babies in all-was called Henry Bassey and was something of a mystery figure whose real name was Okun Apauso. Shirley was led to believe that he deserted the family when she was just a toddler.
'My mother and my father were divorced when I was two,' she would tell those who inquired about her early life.
Official records and old newspaper reports, have thrown up a skeleton in the cupboard that perhaps even Miss Bassey is unaware of-the real reason why her father left his family and was never seen again.
An African merchant seaman, he was originally from Calabar in Nigeria, a port on the Niger Delta which, back in the 18th century, had been a link in the cruel chain of trafficking slaves to America and the West Indies.
In those days, Tiger Bay was as racy and decadent a neighbourhood as any of the other notorious sailortowns, with its transient population, bars, brothels and pleasure-houses.
Bassey was often away at sea. In 1926, for example, he signed on as a stoker-a hellish job shovelling coal in the engine room of a ship called the Trevarrack, which left Cardiff for Philadelphia.
Four weeks after Philadelphia, they were in the old slave-trading hub of Rio De Janeiro, on whose streets every form of sexual perversion was available. It was a common sight to see negro and mulatto girls as young as ten or 11 offering themselves to foreign seamen.
There was also that ever-increasing brood of children to feed, culminating with Shirley's birth in January 1937. However, the couple managed to keep their heads above water in the first year of her life-until, in February 1938, a terrible scandal broke that tore the family apart.
Bassey was accused of having sex with an under-age girl and was arrested. In the Cardiff police archive, it is recorded that he was charged with 'defilement of a girl under 16 years'.
A month later, the case came to trial at Glamorgan Assizes, where the prosecution alleged that 'on a day unknown between January 1, 1932, and October 31, 1932, he had carnal knowledge of a girl of the age of nine years'.
There were five other charges, all more or less identical but with different dates. He had, it was said, repeatedly raped an unnamed young girl over a period of nearly six years, from the time she was nine until the time he was finally charged, when she was 15.
Bassey pleaded his innocence, forcing the girl to give evidence against him in open court-which she bravely did, testifying that 'this sort of thing had been going on since she was nine'.
The court believed her, and Bassey was sentenced to eight years' penal servitude, with a recommendation for deportation to Nigeria to follow.
"BLACK HOLLYWOOD CONSPIRACY" (ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HOLOGRAMS?)
The Beverly Hilton (where Whitney Houston died) is owned and managed by former military personnel.
The Beverly Hilton has a rigid covenant of secrecy not unlike an arm of an intelligence agency; and secret societies.
Holograms are used to recreate celebrities BUT this technology can also be used to manipulate and manufacture fear (covert operation).
Allegedly, before she died, Whitney Houston reported seeing shadows and feeling a presence in the room yet when she turned around, "it" was gone. She thought she was hallucinating.
Artificial intelligence holograms are used for these type of scenarios.
I don't know if Katt Williams, Dave Chapelle or Lauryn Hill were the victims of artificial intelligence holograms but this would explain their behavior.
When celebrities refuse to follow an agenda, they can be made to look crazy and unstable via the media.
Artificial intelligence holograms can recreate deceased family members and dead celebrities. This can trigger bizarre behavior.
The (targeted celebrities) are later blacklisted and disappear into obscurity.
UNCENSORED: "WHO ORCHESTRATED THE "HATE BLACK WOMAN MOVEMENT?"
When he became a L.A. Laker, Wilt Chamberlain built a million-dollar mansion he called "Ursa Major" in Bel-Air. It had a 2,200-pound pivot as a front door and contained great displays of luxury. The house was a miniature Playboy Mansion, where he regularly held parties and lived out his later-notorious sex life.
This was also helped by the fact that he was a near-insomniac who often simply skipped sleeping. Chamberlain lived alone, relying on a great deal of automated gadgets, with two cats named Zip and Zap and several Great Dane dogs as company. In addition, Chamberlain drove a Ferrari, a Bentley, and had a Le Mans-style car called "Searcher One," designed and built at a cost of $750,000 in 1996.
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar accused Chamberlain of being a traitor to the black race for his Republican political leanings and his support of Richard Nixon. Jabbar also criticized Chamberlain regarding his relationships with white women. Yet, in later years, Jabbar would date white women exclusively.
Chamberlain denounced the Black Panthers and other black nationalist movements in the late 1960s and Chamberlain accompanied Richard Nixon to the funeral of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Although shy and insecure as a teenager, adult Chamberlain became well-known for his womanizing. As his lawyer Seymour "Sy" Goldberg put it: "Some people collect stamps, Wilt collected women."
Many of Chamberlain's personal friends testified that he once had 23 women in 10 days, and he enjoyed organizing a threesome (or more).
However, Los Angeles Times columnist David Shaw claimed that during a dinner with Chamberlain, he came off as “rude and sexist towards his date, at one point Chamberlain left the table to get the phone number of an attractive woman at a nearby table.
Friends believe that Chamberlain's extreme sex drive was fueled by the female rejection he had experienced as a teenager, causing him to over-compensate. Diddy suffers from the same thing.
Wilt Chamberlain was the first African American celebrity to go on record criticizing black women. "Black women are sexually inferior to white women and black women aren't worthy of my time!"
Chamberlain made these comments in the 70's and was shocked by the backlash. Back then, African Americans were unified with self pride. Not only did black women criticize him but black men came to their defense.
Two decades later, several rappers would pick up the slack via hip-hop.
Unlike the 70's, few black women complained and fewer black men came to their defense. Instead, black women bought these degrading rap records and recited the lyrics.
Meanwhile, several rappers took the "Hate Black Woman Movement," universal. Their negative and degrading statements went viral (throughout the world).
The damage wasn't done by a hate group, it was done by someone who looks like you.
"WHO ORCHESTRATED THE BLACK MALE HATE MOVEMENT?"
MICHELE WALLACE: Illustrious "author" of BLACK MACHO AND THE MYTH OF THE SUPERWOMAN, which was published in 1978. This book called Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth "ugly" and said they were poor role models because they were united with Black men. The book argued that Black women should turn their backs on Black men and "go it alone." The book contained a systematic attack on the Black male revolutionaries who led the Black Pride and Black Power movements of the 1960's. The book was touted by Gloria Steinem as a book that would change the agenda for years to come and Steinem put it on the cover of her Ms. Magazine. It turns out that Gloria Steinem was/is an admitted paid CIA agent (New York Times, February 21, 1967).
Steinem was accused of ghost writing BLACK MACHO herself. The 25-year-old alleged author, Michele Wallace, 2nd photo, (who came out of nowhere), cracked under the public scrutiny, had a nervous breakdown, after which she went into hiding for over two years. Some suggest Wallace was likely an alleged mind control victim and the two "lost years" were spent being re-programmed. Later, Wallace would re-surface as a college professor. The book became the bible of Black feminism.
"THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF GAY SINGER-JACKIE SHANE"
Jackie Shane was a popular performer in Toronto’s R&B clubs during the 1960s. He was openly gay, and his flamboyant stage persona invited comparisons to Little Richard (his cousin).
Lounge singer Jackie Shane was considered racy during the more subdued Toronto club era of the early 1960's. As a black androgynous soul singer, often backed by Frank Motley And The Hitchhikers (featuring saxophonist King Herbert) at the Sapphire Club, Shane commanded overflow crowds as much for his silky smooth voice as for his flamboyant effeminate stage persona.
With constant club engagements throughout Canada and parts of the US as far away as California and Hawaii, Shane was able to release his one and only hit record, "Any Other Way", in April 1963. The song reached No. 2 in Canada and sustained itself on the charts for 9 consecutive weeks.
To capitalize on his popularity, he also recorded a live album but by the late 1960's, he drifted into obscurity.
Many rumors have circulated over the years about his untimely death but none have ever been confirmed.
Shane's whereabouts are unknown.
Bobby Womack thinks Elvis Presley ''stole'' his entire career, and calls Mick Jagger an ''asshole.''
He said: ''People ask: 'What did you think of Elvis Presley?' I say: 'He wasn't s**t. Everything he got, he stole.'''
Bobby also wrote one of The Rolling Stones' hits, 'The Last Time', and worked with the band on their 1986 album 'Dirty Work'. Womack got along with everybody with the exception of Mick Jagger.
On Mick Jagger: ''Some people never grow up if you give 'em too much. They going be assholes, then they just become a bigger asshole.''
Bobby also worked with Marvin Gaye before he killed.
He said: ''The last time I saw him, the day before he died, he said: 'Bobby, what's a ni**er got to do to get on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine?' I said: 'Die.'.
''It's bull***t, it's really bull***t. One of the greatest singers in the world. Marvin never knew he was gonna be as big as he is. Now you hear him on commercials every day.''
"ILLUMINATI TALENT SCOUTS & SPECIAL PROGRAMS FOR THE CHOSEN FEW"
by: AM Freyed
Were President Barrack Obama, Lady Gaga, Mark Zuckerberg, and Sergey Brin Groomed For Their Roles? Were they recruited by Illuminati talent scouts?
Are they the alumni of the Center for Talented Youth (CTY) at Johns Hopkins University? CTY and the Duke Talent Identification Program (TIP) are two of the most well-known highly selective programs that have given rise to high-achieving adults.
"But first, kids have to prove themselves by taking the SAT in seventh grade, and they need to score as well as or better than 50 percent of the college-bound juniors and seniors taking the SAT or ACT (you can retest later).
The "Summer Institute for the Gifted, another program, also accepts letters of recommendation and participation in a gifted program as credentials. These camps have programs at various colleges in the U.S., and some in other countries, too...
"All of these programs do offer financial assistance to some students, however.
Once identified by secret society talent scouts, these youngsters are tracked and promoted. They may be the recipients of sudden scholarships, fellowships, or other forms of largesse (Gloria Steinem). Certainly, their quiet rise from obscurity to, possibly, the world stage is supported by a variety of hidden contacts and networks.
These youngsters, eventually, have access to an entire gamut of global elite resources including the vast shadowy marketing machines of other elite promotional facilities.
All they need to do is come up with an idea, a technology (no matter how ephemeral) or in the case of Lady Gaga, a song, a chant... a rap - and the star-making machine goes to work.
After making their selections, elite handlers begin to make the pitch. The quid-pro-quo is surely obvious, and "Monarch Programs" are not necessary. Most-like Zuckerberg-acquiesce willingly and do whatever is required.
Of course, many young people mature late and mathematical capability is not the only kind of creativity. This is not an issue to the top elites. They apparently wish to select for numerical facilities (music, language and math skills) because the owners of such talents are likely to be linear rather than holistic thinkers.
The idea is to present geniuses with outward, dazzling skills but with little in the way of insight or determination to investigate the realities of their larger privilege.
In a sense these youngsters are fabulously skilled but incurious when it comes to the system that has launched them. Lady Gaga is said to have composed music at four. Zuckerberg supposedly speaks five languages including Latin. These are the so-called "beautiful minds."
The privileges are evident and obvious. Zuckerberg, landing in Harvard with the eyes of the elite upon him, was soon smothered in money from various questionable sources including those with close ties to intelligence agencies and secret societies. Now his company is worth $100 billion and climbing.
Lady Gaga's rise was laid by a massive marketing campaign that is surely not available to most other youngsters with similar talents. She entertains billions with increasingly less agile and tuneful songs-or (alleged) outright plagiarisms.
And when it comes to politics, top operators like Barack Obama came out of nowhere to snag the U.S. Presidency. Obama has hardly revealed anything substantive about his background. Nonetheless, he may win re-election, such is the power of those who stand in the shadows behind him.
Source: Conspiracy Planet
"DID NASA FIND HEAVEN?"
In the past, NASA mapped out the exact path to the moon and Mars BUT heaven is in the spiritual realm.
Readers are urged to form their own opinion after reading the following story.
Scientists thought they had discovered a new star cluster; the colors were bright and powerful but within minutes, it became glaring.
Later, these scientists reported seeing a group of angels flying together. Originally, astronomers and scientists thought the visual was distorted due to a malfunction of the Hubble telescope.
But later, a clearer view showed the angels with wings and mist-like halos with peaceful faces.
Allegedly, this isn't the first sighting of angels.
A scientist from Russia who defected to the United States in 1985 says that the Soviet cosmonauts encountered a similar band of bright and smiling angels on the 20th day of Soyuz; several years ago.
Real or not?
"SECRET DIVISION OF THE KKK" (COLORED MAN'S AUXILIARY)
The Ku Klux Klan has always had the following "secret" division: "The Colored Man's Auxiliary."
This division is for self-hating African Americans who believe in the philosophy of the Ku Klux Klan. These members are also expected to make donations.
The alleged black authority figure who assisted the Klan in the "Atlanta Child Murders," reportedly belonged to this division.
Quote from the Atlanta Child Murders Movie: "We don't care how you look, as long as you think like us!"
"EX-MODEL MURDERED HUSBAND & ATE HIS BODY PARTS DURING TRANCE"
The former model convicted of killing her husband, boiling his head, frying his hands and nibbling his ribs with barbeque sauce was denied parole at a prison hearing six weeks ago.
Omaima Nelson (above), who told a psychiatrist she dressed in a red hat, red heels and red lipstick during her 12-hour dismemberment “trance,” appeared before prison officials in Chowchilla, Calif., claiming she’s a reformed born-again Christian. Authorities didn’t bite and set her next parole hearing for 2026. Her grisly murder of William E. Nelson, 56, has been likened to an act by the cannibalistic serial killer Hannibal Lector of the movie “The Silence of the Lambs."
”There were suitcases and plastic bags soaked with dark liquid from his body parts. In the fry cooker there sat Mr. Nelson’s hands, and we opened the refrigerator, there was Mr. Nelson’s head with stab wounds,” Orange County Senior Deputy District Attorney Randolph J. Pawloski told the Los Angeles Times.
”She had his entrails in his Corvette, and she was trying to get an ex-boyfriend to yank out the dentures from the head so she could dump it in the Back Bay,” he said. Prosecutors said the Egyptian-born woman stabbed her newlywed husband with scissors, hacked him up, ground portions of his body in a garbage disposal and likely plotted to flee with his cash and credit cards.
Omaira Nelson, who was 23 at the time, admitted frying the hands to remove the fingerprints.
She also mixed some of his body parts with leftover Thanksgiving turkey to hide them in the trash, prosecutors said. Her psychiatrist said she confessed to her bizarre red outfit and also told him she dipped the victim’s “tender” ribs in “sweet” sauce. ”I did his ribs just like in a restaurant,” Dr. David Sheffer quoted her as saying.
FETISH MODEL: "ONE BOYFRIEND MURDERED & ANOTHER BOYFRIEND DIES AT HOME"
Edythe Maa was a renaissance woman of sorts. She was smart enough to at one point be working on her Ph.D. at Penn. She's also a successful dominatrix and fetish model, specializing in the art of clamped nipples and latex corsets under the name Jade Vixen.
But it seems she was a little too successful. Three years ago, a stalker fan decided to kill her boyfriend, New York lawyer Anthony Ottaviano.
David Kreig, 42, (above) ambushed the pair outside her Philadelphia apartment, shooting Ottaviano. He kidnapped Maa and held her for hours before finally releasing her unharmed. Then Kreig killed himself.
Maa rebounded quite nicely from the tragedy. She quit being a dominatrix and moved into fetish modeling. He career seemed to be going well. She had found a new boyfriend, 49-year-old engineer Peter Stelzenmuller, who'd started his own avionics company.
But last month, she came home at 8:30 p.m. Stelzenmuller was supposed to have gone to a concert with his brother than night. But at 11:30 that evening, Stelzenmuller's brother showed up looking for him. He'd never shown for the concert.
Maa ran to the attic to find him wearing a full scuba suit with the mask and all the tubes. Stelzenmuller had a rubber and latex fetish. The attic was apparently his playland. But Maa and his brother found him unconscious.
They cut him free and called 911. Unfortunately, Stelzenmuller was dead.
Detectives are working on the assumption that he died during autoerotic adventures, though a toxicology report has yet to be completed.
The problem is that Maa, though fully cooperative, never behaved like the grieving girlfriend. She was back on her internet site the next day. Her first Tweet was about a pair of shoes she was hoping to buy.
Two weeks later, she was yammering about "packing my sexy outfits for Montreal Fetish Weekend."
"BLACK MOM ALLOWS RACIST BOYFRIEND TO RACIALLY ABUSE & MURDER SON"
Deraye Lewis lived in Dunstable, Milton Keynes with his mother, Donna Humphrey, and her boyfriend.
Deraye was racially abused, repeatedly beaten and burnt with cigarettes by the boyfriend-Nicholas Halling. Donna Humprey (the mother) who was also black, called the police over an assault allegation against Halling (which she later withdrew).
The police noticed on arrival that Deraye had been crying but could see no obvious injuries so they left unaware of the previous history of Deraye, Donna and Hallings.
Deraye spent the rest of the day complaining of stomach ache and being sick and neighbors heard Halling shout: "That f****** baby is spoiling my life! We can't do anything without him spoiling things!" Hours later, Donna woke up to find Deraye dying in bed beside her.
Deraye was taken to Milton Keynes hospital where he died later that day. More than 73 injuries were found on his tiny body. His bowel had been ruptured, his eardrum perforated, the surface of his brain bruised and his skin burned with cigarettes.
On the day of his death, he had suffered a blow to his abdomen that split his duodenum, poisoning his blood system. The court was also told that Halling had referred to the little boy as 'Black ba***rd' and wrote 'n**ger' on him in felt pen. Deraye was even forced to repeat these words.
Social workers in Bedfordshire were tipped off that Halling was abusing Deraye some six months before he was brutally murdered.
Mistake number one came when they, social services, failed to pick up the signs of Halling's racist attacks, which included stubbing out cigarettes on the little Deraye's body and calling him racist names. Instead they believed the cover-up stories from terrified mom Donna, even when, according to sources, she presented herself "black and blue" with bruises from Halling's attacks on her. Three months before Deraye's death, Donna finally admitted Halling was beating her and fled to safety in Milton Keynes.
Mistake number two came when Bedfordshire social services omitted to pass the information on to Milton Keynes social services, though they stated clearly on her emergency housing application that she was 'fleeing domestic violence'.
This led to mistake number three – when Milton Keynes housing department failed to inform their own colleagues in social services that they had moved a vulnerable mom and child into a house in Bletchley's Osborne Street. Thus when Deraye's mother Donna rekindled the relationship with Halling, not one official noticed.
It should also be noted that Halling was under the supervision of a probation officer at the time
and had convictions dating back to childhood.
Halling was convicted of Deraye's murder and jailed for life with a recommendation that he serve at least twenty years.
NIGHTMARE! (BLACK GIRL BORN TO WHITE SOUTH AFRICAN PARENTS DURING APARTHEID!)
*Blood tests concluded that Sandra Laing was the biological daughter of White Parents (above).
Sandra Laing (1955- ) was a black girl born to white Afrikaner parents in South Africa back in the days of white rule and apartheid.
It seems that her white father was her true father: blood tests showed that his blood matched hers. Sandra also looked too much like her brother Adriaan, who was white.
Although Sandra’s great grandparents were all white, someone in her family tree must have been passing for white, probably several people on both sides. Their genes came together in her. Most white Afrikaners are only about 89% white by blood.
The trouble started when she went to school. The white children called her names, like “blackie” and “frizzhead”. They hit her. The school did nothing to stop them: it saw her as the cause of the trouble.
For four years parents and teachers of the school pushed to have her kicked out. Then on March 10th 1966 the police came and took her out of the school: the government said she was no longer white in the eyes of the law but colored (mixed-race).
For two years, her father fought to have her changed back to white, taking it all the way to the Supreme Court. He won. But it did little good: few white schools would take her. Nine said no. Only a Roman Catholic school said yes. By then she had fallen too far behind in her studies and never caught up.
Very few whites would befriend her. Nearly all her friends were black. She felt more comfortable with blacks than with whites.
At 14 she fell in love with a black man. Her father pulled a gun on him and told him never to come back and told her that if she married him, he will cut her off from the family.
At 15 she married him and ran off with him to Swaziland where she became his second wife. Her father made good on his threat.
When she returned to South Africa she was forced by law to live in a black township, a place with no power or running water. Even worse, her children were not allowed to live with her: they were “black” and she was still “white”. She tried to get herself changed back to colored so they could stay with her, but her father blocked it! It took her ten years to get them back.
Her father went to his grave never seeing her again. Even her two (white) brothers, who are still alive, will not see her. They blame her for their parents’ unhappiness: ever since she ran away they were never happy again. But she did get to see her mother in 2000 just before she died.
Her story was made into a documentary in the 1970s - which was not allowed to be shown in South Africa! It has also been made into a book, “When She Was White” by Judith Stone, and a British film, “Skin” (2009), starring Sophie Okonedo and Sam Neill.
MYSTERY: (VICTIMS OF KING TUT CURSE-MURDERED? BY SERIAL KILLER OCCULTIST?)
The many deaths attributed to the famous Curse Of King Tut were actually the work of demented occultist Aleister Crowley (2nd photo) according to writer Mark Beynon.
In the 1920's and 30's, the press noted a number of odd deaths among people who had been associated with the 1923 opening of the tomb of pharaoh Tutankhamun.
The public quickly came to attribute the untimely demises to an Egyptian curse but circumstantial evidence points to black magic maven Aleister Crowley as the culprit in at least six of the deaths.
Dubbed "the wickedest man in the world" by the press, Crowley was a practitioner of ritual magic and a sexual libertine whose antics scandalized British society. He shocked religious sensibilities by calling himself "The Great Beast," in reference to the Antichrist.
Crowley was furious over the desecration of King Tut's tomb and sought revenge, committing some murders himself and sometimes enlisting disciples to do his dirty work.
Crowley's victims, according to the writer, include Egyptian Prince Ali Kamel Fahmy Bey, his wife was once involved with Crowley.
Captain Richard Bethell, the personal secretary of archaeologist Howard Carter, the man responsible for uncovering King Tut's tomb, was found smothered to death in bed at an exclusive London club, Crowley was a frequent guest at the club.
Bethell's father, Lord Westbury, fell to his death from his seventh-floor London flat. Beynon says it would have been impossible for an elderly man to have climbed up on the high windowsill, and believes he was likely thrown by Crowley.
Edward Steele, who handled King Tut exhibits housed at the British Museum, suddenly died after a minor operation, Crowley was known to be in the vicinity at the time.
Mark Beynon: "When I researched these deaths, Crowley's name came up again and again."
DECLASSIFIED: "DID A HITLER BODY DOUBLE COMMIT SUICIDE IN THE BUNKER?"
Astounding new evidence unearthed by a pair of top researchers proves that Adolph Hitler and his wife (Eva Braun) fled Nazi Germany to live a long life in South America.
Allegedly, the two fugitives traveled to Spain and then by U-boat to Argentina. The explosive proof includes recently declassified documents and interviews with eyewitnesses.
There's no forensic evidence for his, or Eva Braun's deaths and the stories from eyewitnesses about their continued survival are compelling.
There's also physical evidence that disproves the belief that the Fuehrer died in April 1945. The skull fragments seized outside the bunker by Russian troops have long been accepted as those of Hitler but were recently identified as those of a young woman.
Allegedly, Hitler had a body double while an actress took Braun's place in the bunker.
After landing on the coast of Argentina, the infamous couple settled in a remote Nazi enclave. Braun gave birth to two daughter before Hitler died in 1962 at age 73.
Allegedly, there is an extensive list of sources who claim they saw Hitler and his wife in the flesh.
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"PEDOPHILE PIMP PREYED ON CHILDREN"
Wearing a simple pony-tail and no makeup, the young woman nicknamed “Pooh” swung gently back and forth in a federal witness chair.
As the words came out of her mouth, the courtroom fell silent.
When the woman was just 12, Datqunn Sawyer, a pimp, befriended her and took her to the apartment where he lived with at least half a dozen other girls, she testified. She saw him throw a girl down a set of stairs, breaking her arm, she said.
Pooh was soon put on the streets to prostitute herself and even given a quota: She had to have sex with five to 15 men every day, she testified.
Sometimes, when she had a “good day” she said she was rewarded with McDonald’s.
As the months wore on, there was one day, after Sawyer dropped her off at the so-called “track” along Cicero Avenue that she testified she just couldn’t do it.
She took off her high heels, sat down on the concrete and wept, she said.
That’s when she said Sawyer, 32, appeared from the alley.
“You stupid b----, you’re supposed to be making my money,” she said he snapped at her.
He grabbed her discarded heel and beat her head with it until she started bleeding, she said. She ran of to her grandmother’s house.
But like many of the girls who lived in an apartment with Sawyer at Augusta and Pulaski, she returned.
Now 19, she turned in her witness chair and wiped away tears after Sawyer’s lawyer David Peilet, asked if anyone forced her to go back to Sawyer.
“He had all my information. He had my birth certificate … He knew everything about me.” The 19-year-old yelled in court. “I was only a child. I was only a child! Where else was I supposed to go?”
Pooh’s testimony came in a dramatic and unusual federal court trial that is exposing the violent underworld of prostitution in Chicago — where on any given day, more than 16,000 women and girls are involved in prostitution, according to the Chicago Alliance Against Sexual Exploitation.
She’s among a series of victims who since have testified since last week about living with Sawyer in a bizarre world that they say began with a promise of love and a future but devolved quickly to forced sex, verbal berating and physical beatings.
Sawyer impregnated three of them, according to evidence, the babies would then live there, and he even stashed cash in baby swings. Sawyer is accused of sex trafficking minors and conspiracy to engage in sex trafficking by force, fraud and coercion. The conspiracy charge alone carries an automatic 15-year minimum sentence if convicted. His lawyer argues that Sawyer, a rapper, didn’t know the girls were underage and that he didn’t force them to stay with him. Testimony showed a similar pattern: The girls were 12 to 17 when Sawyer befriended them. The girls, who often said they fell in love with him, were given names beginning with “P,” after his own nickname, “P Child” and branded with “P Child” tattoos or with Sawyer’s favorite saying after girls handed him cash from the day: “Chedda make it betta.”
Another witness, a girl known as “Paradise,” was 16 when she allegedly started turning tricks for Sawyer. She said even though she left home, she always kept a piece of it with her — so she carried around her teddy bear everywhere she went in public, except when turning tricks.
“I felt disgusted,” she said of the prostitution. “I felt degraded.”
Another young woman, known as “Peaches,” was shown in a surveillance video wearing a strapless, colorful shirt pulled over her large, pregnant belly, shorts hugging her upper thighs. She was pregnant with Sawyer’s baby as she looked to turn tricks, she said, at his demand. “My ankles were hurting. I was tired, it was hot,” the doe-eyed woman testified. “We didn’t have no food. I needed to eat. So I needed to work.”
The FBI investigated the case and worked with the victims. In some cases, that included helping catch Sawyer on recorded phone calls, which were played to jurors.
The young women each testified that Sawyer, who didn’t have a job, used a silver-studded leather belt or a heavy, wooden pimp stick to beat the girls.
“Do you recognize this belt?” Assistant U.S. Attorney Michelle Nasser asked Pooh as she held a belt.
“Yes,” she responded. “He hit me with it.”
At six months’ pregnant, Peaches said Sawyer split her head open with a glass ashtray.
Nasser and Assistant U.S. Attorney Marc Krickbaum asked each of the young women the same question: was there ever a day they wanted to have sex with a stranger? They answered consistently: “no.”
But even as the demand for paid sex in Chicago remains strong, a trial targeting an alleged pimp for sex trafficking charges is unusual, said Lynne Johnson, policy and advocacy director for Chicago Alliance Against Sexual Exploitation.
“Pimps and the people who buy sex are rarely punished for the harm they cause, so it’s encouraging to see law enforcement focusing on them,” Johnson said. “Ultimately, it’s the best way to protect our children from commercial sexual exploitation.”
IN RELATED NEWS:
Investigators continue to search for a "female-backpage" child pimp in Michigan. Numerous women are involved in sex trafficking. Allegedly, NAMBLA has female members and several women have been affiliated (as members) with bestiality rings.
"SINISTER-SECRET SOCIETY NETWORK"
According to a Global Network Intelligence Firm: The Penn State scandal is part of a worldwide (secret society) pedophile network where powerful homosexuals prey on vulnerable youths. This includes the Franklin Cover-Up (1988-1991) where boys from Omaha Nebraska’s Boys Town were trafficked to Washington politicians.
It includes the 1996 Detroux Affair in Brussels when a sex predator serial killer implicated much of the Belgian elite and many European aristocrats. It includes the Casa Pia scandal. Casa Pia is a state orphanage in Portugal. Witnesses broke their silence in 2004. Since then 800 witnesses came forward in the longest trial in Portuguese history. Several elite members were convicted last year of involvement with a pedophile ring dating back several decades.
The convicted included Portuguese TV anchorman Carlos Cruz, former Casa Pia governor Manuel Abrantes, and former UNESCO ambassador Jorge Ritto.
"SPYCRAFT-REAL LIFE SCIENCE FICTION"
Comic books and Science fiction books often discussed time travel, weather warfare, reincarnation and immortality. Some of those things have come true.
Years ago, the main villain in a comic book was able to change his eye color, decades later, colored contacts came on to the market. When you think about weather warfare/man made earthquakes, HAARP comes to mind yet this was discussed in comic books and science fiction books in the 70's and 80's.
Rain forests are a new frontier for top secret research and a new location for pharmaceutical possibilities. The concept of "shrinking" individuals has allegedly been discussed and was recently documented in a book.
Was this "shrinking" concept actually put into place at the turn of the century?
Allegedly, a man measuring "inches" in height existed, he didn't live long, much is not known about him.
Lets not forget about Pauline Bennett, (above), measuring 23 inches in height. She's the shortest woman ever recorded in world history. Born in Ossendrecht, The Netherlands on February 26, 1876, she died in New York City at the age of 19 from a combination of pneumonia and meningitis.
"WITNESSES WHO DIED SUDDENLY"
After graduating from high school, William Cooper joined the U.S. Air Force and later the U.S. Navy. He served in the Vietnam War and then worked for Naval Security and Intelligence. Cooper gained notoriety after publishing a book titled "Behold a Pale Horse." The text documents various UFO and paranormal activities he encountered while serving for Naval Intelligence. It examines government corruption, secret societies, and a collection of conspiracy theories. In the 1990s, William Cooper became a popular speaker on the UFO lecture circuit. He was the host of a worldwide short wave radio show named Hour of the Time.
William Cooper was the first person to provide evidence of explosive material inside the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. He publicly identified the type of explosives used in the Oklahoma City bombing.
In June 2001, three months before 9/11, William Cooper warned publicly about an important terrorist attack on United States, that would be blamed on Osama Bin Laden. During his June 28 broadcast, William Cooper said “I’m telling you be prepared for a major attack. But it won’t be Osama Bin Laden.
On November 6, 2001, two months after 9/11, William Cooper was fatally shot by a large collection of Arizona deputies who were attempting to serve him an arrest warrant. According to police accounts, Cooper, who was physically disabled, fled officers and pulled out a weapon. A gun fight ensued and William Cooper was killed. A deputy was critically injured in the incident.
On April 29, 2008, a convicted drug dealer named Dwight Dixon got into an altercation with former NFL star Marvin Harrison, at a North Philadelphia car wash named Chuckie’s Garage. The two men had previously gotten into an argument when Harrison denied Dixon entry into a sports bar he owned and operated. On the day in question, Dixon and Harrison got into a fight outside the car wash. Someone pulled out a gun and started shooting. A collection of witnesses at the scene, including Dwight Dixon, said that it was Marvin Harrison who was firing with two separate weapons. Three people were injured in the gunfire. Dixon was shot in the left hand. A man named Robert Nixon was struck in his back and a child sitting in a nearby car suffered an eye injury from shattered glass.
Robert Nixon initially told police he knew nothing about what happened, but four days after the shooting he signed a statement saying he was positive that he saw Harrison with a gun in his hand at the time of the altercation. After an investigation, ballistics tests confirmed that five of the shell casings found at the crime scene had come from a high-powered Belgian handgun owned by Marvin Harrison. The gun was recovered from Harrison’s car wash.
After the story reached ESPN, Marvin Harrison’s personality was reported in a different light. For 12 NFL seasons, Marvin was one of most prolific wide receivers in the league. He was a true professional that rarely celebrated after any of his 128 touchdowns. Harrison stepped away from the game after the 2008 season.
In the spring of 2009, Dwight Dixon gave an interview to the ESPN program E:60, claiming that Harrison was the man that shot him. A few months later on July 21, 2009, Dwight Dixon was shot and killed in the Fairmount section of Philadelphia. A gunman approached the driver’s side of his Toyota Camry and fired four times through the back window and then fired three more times into the passenger side. Dwight Dixon was shot 7 times. Moments after the shooting, he told police that he believed the incident was related to the April 2008 assault. Dixon fell into a coma shortly after being shot and died a few months later. His murder remains unsolved.
In the summer of 2010, Marvin Harrison was pulled over by the police for traveling the wrong way down a one-way street. The officers claimed to have seen Harrison conceal a gun in the car. They searched his vehicle and found a 9mm weapon that was tested against three spent 9mm shell casings that were found inside the truck driven by the late Dwight Dixon at the scene of an April 2008 shooting. Since the discovery, the FBI has become involved in the investigation, with no recent news to report.
3 Beyonce (Female) Impersonators-Murdered Across The Country, Coincidence?
Eric Lee, 21, (a Beyonce Impersonator) was stabbed repeatedly at an apartment complex in New Orleans. Police found Lee’s slashed body inside a first-floor apartment. Witnesses say they heard Lee arguing heatedly with a group of women before the time of the murder. While police have not announced a suspected motive for the killing, the MO fits a transphobic hate crime pattern. Residents who knew her say that Lee, who was in transition from male to female, often dressed in women’s clothing, and drew ridicule from the neighborhood because of it. An unidentified source told the Times-Picayune that Lee “dressed to the nines.” Carl Adams, who claimed that he did not know the victim well, told reporters that he had often heard Lee arguing with neighbors. ”Probably because they made fun of him,” he said.
In recent years, other trans and non-gender conforming African Americans who have identified with Beyonce have died at the hands of phobic killers.
Simmie Lewis Williams, Jr., 17, who also called himself “Beyoncé,” died from gunshot wounds in 2007 in the 1000 block of Sistrunk Avenue in Fort Lauderdale, FL.
Adolphus “Beyoncé” Simmons, 18, a talented female impersonator from North Charleston, South Carolina, similarly died outside his apartment while carrying out the trash to a bin, also in 2007.
Raynoma Berry (ex-wife of Berry) arrived in Berry Gordy's office on a bright sunny day, her intention, to get a record deal for her discovery-Sherrick.
According to Raynoma: The offices were outfitted with a pool table, a fully stocked bar and an adjoining area with a Jacuzzi and sauna.
I focused on the man in front of me. Already tired from his day, Berry yawned and stretched out on his throne as I cued up the tape and told him about my artist. And then, as the music played, he perked up, his tongue just rolling in his cheek as he concentrated. As the first song ended, Berry nodded. "Interesting, I like him."
We moved to the second tune, and I was eager to hear his reaction. Knowing that this song, "Just Call," was a natural hit. I was so damned proud of the work Sherrick and I had put into it. As the vibes filled the room, Berry was obviously taken with it; it's commercial appeal was plain as day. He wore that famous visionary look, as though he was hearing it already pouring out of a car radio or over a dance floor.
As Berry opened his mouth to say something, the door to his office was thrown open, Suzanne DePasse strolled right in.
After she left, Berry turned to me, asking if we could postpone the meeting. Given little choice, I agreed, certain that when we next sat down, Berry would be ready to pounce on a deal for us.
Never in my wildest nightmares could I have guessed that this aborted meeting with Berry would be my last as an employee of Motown.
A few days later, Guy Costa's telephone call came. It was like a dagger to my jugular. "I'm calling to inform you that you are being terminated. Your producer's contract is herewith canceled. You will continue to receive your base salary for the next two years, at which time your termination will be final."
"Guy, this is insane. I'm about to have a second meeting with Berry to finish the Sherrick presentation. We're talking about a black Elvis Presley, a potential megastar. Berry liked the songs that he heard. And for God's sake, "Just Call," is ready to cut, I know it's a hit."
"No," said Guy, "the chairman told me that Sherrick wasn't that good and the material wasn't strong enough."
Raynoma took Sherrick to Warner and Benny Medina signed him to a long term contract.
"Just Call," was the most requested song in 1987; going platinum.
Sadly, Sherrick never reached his potential due to drug abuse. He died in 1999.
According to gossip columnist Michael St. John: In the 1970's, I was Editor in Chief of several national publications at Holloway House in Los Angeles. During that time, I hired Stanford graduate Gregory Abbott as a columnist. One day while in the office, he brought in Kalilah Ali, the ex-wife of Muhammad Ali. It was obvious that she was quite taken with Abbott and was anxious to give him anything that he needed for his column.
Gregory had separated from singer Freda Payne and found it necessary to move in my home with me. One rainy night, around 3 a.m. in the morning, I heard a noise outside my home, it sounded as if someone was trying to break into the house. When I opened my bedroom curtains, what I saw was startling. There was Kalilah Ali climbing through Gregory's bedroom window to spend the night with him.
Unbeknownst to many, Eddie Murphy had an alleged (brief fling) with video girl Tatiana Thumbtzan (The Way You Make Me Feel).
Due to the press that Philip Michael Thomas received from "Miami Vice," numerous women came out of the woodwork to get close to him, not withstanding a few of his leading ladies. Allegedly, Freda Payne, and Irene Cara were high on the list of actresses who bowed before him and treated him like a love god. Without a doubt, Philip's addiction was women.
Unfortunately, revelations concerning all the women and children affected his marriage with his A&M Records Public Relations executive wife, Pat. They divorced.
When the "Miami Vice" series ended, Philip discovered that the demand for his presence in films and TV was sparse. Thomas had to beg for jobs and was ignored by those who had once embraced him. His way of bolstering his career was so resented, resulted in very few starring role possibilities in the industry; Don Johnson, on the other hand, received offers of every kind.
Model Sterling St. Jacques thwarted a burglary in Raymond St. Jacques Beverly Hills home. While talking long distance on the phone to his "father," who was in Dallas filming "Book Of Numbers," the younger St. Jacques heard burglars breaking in. In a panic, he asked his "father," what to do, and Raymond promptly declared, "Get the gun and shoot them."
The younger St. Jacques responded and his shot panicked the burglars-three white guys and one black guy.
He caught up with them on the street and held them at gunpoint, dressed only in his birthday suit.
The Beverly Hills police were alerted by his "dad" in Dallas. The police arrived and arrested the intruders.
In 1986, actor Glynn Turman's son (Glynn Turman, Jr.) was stabbed to death following a confrontation in Santa Monica. Henry Montgomery, 19, was arrested in connection with the murder.
At the age of five, Ike Turner witnessed his father's lynching by the Ku Klux Klan in St. Louis, Missouri.
In 1986, singer Billy Ocean turned down a $2 million dollar gig to perform at a South African millionaire's wedding. The diamond mogul requested Ocean sing "Love Is Forever," at his nuptials but Ocean refused the offer, saying: "I would never perform in a country that exercises Apartheid."
"DEATH IN 3'S" (TRANSSEXUAL CALL GIRL ON MILAN-PARIS-LONDON CIRCUIT)
The sky was unusually bright that night, the air humid and sultry, embracing the light. Amanda Milan had pulled a trick for an escort agency, then stopped by Times Square to join an early-morning coffee klatch with a group of transsexuals who sometimes gathered at McDonald's on Eighth Avenue and 43rd Street to trade laments over Styrofoam cups.
Amanda was a tall black transsexual, with a long hair fall that masked the broad cut of her chin and a welcoming smile dabbed with glossy red lipstick. She had ample breasts (with the help of D-cup implants), and much of the time she could "pass" as a woman. But around the Port Authority, people recognized "the girls" who hung out by the Duane Reade drugstore, and Amanda was something of a celebrity in that circle.
Amanda kissed her friends goodbye at about 4 a.m. and then crossed Eighth Avenue, hoping to catch a cab in front of the bus terminal. Her friends watched her go, and continued to watch as a man approached her.
Dwayne McCuller, a 20-year-old black man from the Bronx, had been standing on the street corner for at least an hour, witnesses said. Maybe his plans for the night had fallen through. Maybe he was bored. And maybe, when he saw Amanda pass by, frustration began to swell in his throat. He said something to Amanda that her friends couldn't hear because of the street noise.
Then one of her friends heard him yell at Amanda, "Get your fucking drag queen ass away from me." Someone else heard him say, "I know what you have between your legs."
Amanda was the kind of person who stood up to thugs and people who hurled insults, said friends. If a guy was looking at her funny, she might walk up to him and say, "Do you have a problem?" She wasn't going to stand there and be degraded. Someone said they heard her challenge him to fisticuffs: "I'm a man too, you want to fight?" Or maybe: "Put up your wife beaters and fight me like a man."
No one can confirm the exact words exchanged at the beginning of the scuffle, but the event unfolded like this, according to later police reports:
"I'll shoot you," McCuller allegedly said, and he may have then backed away. "I have a gun. I ought to punch you in the face and hit you."
Amanda began to walk away, too. Eugene Celestine, a 26-year old security guard from Queens, N.Y., whom Amanda's friends say they had seen around the Port Authority, piped up. "Yo, I got a knife," he said, according to police reports. "Give it to me," McCuller responded.
Amanda was now halfway across the street. McCuller grabbed the knife from Celestine's hand and ran after her. Her friends, still across the avenue, screamed to Amanda, trying to warn her. But soon he was upon her. As she reached the corner of 42nd Street and Eighth Avenue, he plunged the knife into her throat. Amanda fell to the ground in front of the Duane Reade, where she began to bleed to death.
A young Puerto Rican man from the Bronx took off his shirt and wrapped it around Amanda's neck to stop the bleeding. He rocked her in his arms, saying, "Baby, don't leave us" as others stood and watched. The police arrived on the scene at 4:20 a.m. and rushed Amanda to St. Vincent's Hospital in Chelsea, where she was pronounced dead on June 20, 2000, at 10 minutes before 5 a.m.
Amanda Milan, who was 25 when she was killed, was born Damon Lee Dyer, and grew up as a boy in Chicago. She came out as a transsexual about eight years ago, said friends.
For the past several years, Amanda lived in an apartment at Central Park West and 103rd Street with her dog, Ashley, a Pomeranian. She also traveled quite a bit — to Milan and Paris and London — where she worked as a high-class escort, according to her closest friends, and hung with a fashionable crowd.
"We had other friends who were transsexuals, but models, just one notch from superstardom," said Patra, a Jamaican transsexual who lived in Amanda's building on 103rd Street and says she spent a great deal of time with her. "There was Portia, who married a German count, and other girls who were modeling with Naomi and Cindy Crawford. We're not talking about average-looking girls; we're talking about bombshell beauties. Amanda was often described as a full-figured Beverly Johnson look-alike."
Amanda's two closest friends were Kim, a young Puerto Rican transsexual who worked at Show World, and Simone, an African-American transsexual who worked for a time at Screw magazine. The three were as thick as thieves for about 10 years, said friends and often traveled overseas. Then, two years ago, Kim went to England and then to Australia, where she was found at the bottom of a cliff, her body mangled. The medical examiner identified the body by the serial number on her breast implants, said Patra.
About six months later, Simone left town with a boyfriend who had invited her to live with him in San Francisco. But less than a month after she departed, word arrived in New York that she too was found dead, thrown from a fifth-story window.
Amanda was devastated by the losses, said Patra. And she began to fear for her own life because, she would say, "things happen in threes." Six months after Simone's murder, Amanda was dead too.
"OPEN AIR SEX MARKETS"
There is a blog on the internet that informs gay men across the U.S. where to have anonymous sexual encounters. Listed: Rest areas, airport bathrooms, adult bookstores, gay beaches, gay parks, theaters, cemeteries, the woods, gyms and gay sauna's.
The most popular destination is parks, the blog will inform you if the park has a lot of bushes and dark areas. They even tell you how to signal a man you're interested in by flashing your blinkers.
Laguna Beach in the most notorious beach listed on the site.
This type of 'open air sex market' atmosphere is where Jay Johnson murdered two men. He would cruise them, take them to a secluded area and shoot them. One of the men was a former U.S. Senator. These crimes took place in Minneapolis.
From the documentary Licensed To Kill: Jay Johnson is the racially mixed son of a teacher at a prominent Christian college in Minneapolis. Johnson was conflicted not only about his homosexual feelings, but his religious commitment. His parents' teaching and that of the churches generally is that homosexual carnal knowledge is a sin. Johnson believed this and even still seems to believe it, but somehow felt that he could atone for his sin by murdering those he lured—at least as much as they lured him—into what he considered grave falls.
"QUEEN'S DISABLED COUSINS LOCKED AWAY IN ASYLUM FOR DECADES"
A blockbuster documentary reveals the heartless treatment suffered by five first cousins of Queen Elizabeth II-doomed souls tossed away and forgotten in a grim mental institution since 1941.
The stunning film features the shocking story of Katherine and Nerissa Bowes-Lyon, nieces of the late Queen Mother Elizabeth.
The sisters (above) were both severely handicapped and unable to speak at a time when such afflictions were linked to irresponsible and sexual conduct and alleged inbreeding.
While World War II raged, Katherine, 15, and Nerissa, 22, were banished to an institution known as the Royal Earlswood Asylum.
Three other disabled cousins, the Fanes sisters also arrived at the gloomy Victorian-era mental hospital south of London on the same day.
Neither the Queen Mother nor her daughters Elizabeth and Margaret ever visited their afflicted kin. A nurse who has known Katherine for many years says she's a sweet lady who deserves better.
"She's a lovely person," says the caregiver. "She really could have prospered, but instead she's been left to vegetate."
Despite Queen Elizabeth's enormous wealth, Nerissa died in 1986 at age 66 and was buried in a pauper's grave.
In 1997, Katherine, now 85, was moved to a senior care home.
"FAMOUS CARTOONIST PASSED FOR WHITE"
George Joseph Herriman (August 22, 1880 – April 25, 1944) was an American cartoonist, best known for his classic comic strip "Krazy Kat."
George Herriman was born in a light-skinned, Creole African-American family in New Orleans, Louisiana. Both of his parents were listed as "mulatto" in the 1880 census. In his adolescence, Herriman's father moved the family to Los Angeles, California, as did many educated New Orleans Creoles of color at the time in order to avoid the increasing restrictions of Jim Crow laws in Louisiana. In later life, many of Herriman's newspaper colleagues were under the impression that Herriman's ancestry was Greek, and Herriman did nothing to disabuse them of this notion. According to close friends of Herriman, he wore a hat at all times in order to hide his "kinky" hair. He was listed on his death certificate as "Caucasian."
"Krazy Kat, however," was the strip which became Herriman's most famous. It reached its greatest level of popularity in the early 1920s, when it inspired merchandise, critical acclaim and even an interpretive ballet.
The 1930s were a period of tragedy for Herriman. On September 29, 1931, his wife Mabel died as the result of an automobile accident. In 1939, his daughter Bobbie died unexpectedly at age 30. He never remarried, choosing to live in Los Angeles with his cats and dogs.
He died in his sleep on April 25, 1944. His cause of death was listed on his death certificate as "non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver." According to his request, his ashes were scattered by airplane over Monument Valley, Arizona.
On June 25, 1944, two months after Herriman's death, the last of his completed "Krazy Kat," strips, a full-page in the Sunday paper, was printed.
An incompletely inked penciling of six daily strips was found on his drawing board at the time of his death. At the time, William Hearst usually brought in new cartoonists when the artists of a popular strip quit or died, but an exception was made for Herriman, because no one else could take his place.
1. This creepy photo, taken in 1919, was first published in 1975, by Sir Victor Goddard, a retired R.A.F. officer. The photo is a group portrait of Goddard’s squadron, which had served in World War I, aboard the HMS Daedalus. An extra ghostly face appears in the photo.
At the back of the airman positioned on the top row, fourth from the left, can clearly be seen the face of another man. It is said to be the face of Freddy Jackson, an air mechanic who had been accidentally killed by an airplane propeller two days earlier. His funeral had taken place on the day this photograph was snapped. Members of the squadron easily recognized the face as Jackson’s.
2. In the Nahanni National Park of Northwest Canada lies the Nahanni River. The area is only accessible by boat or plane and is home to many natural wonders, such as sinkholes, geysers and a waterfall almost double the size of Niagara Falls.
The 200 Mile gorge has become infamous, due to a number of gruesome deaths and many disappearances, earning itself the eerie name, "The Valley of the Headless Men." Anomalies first began in 1908, when the Macleod Brothers came prospecting for gold in the valley. Nothing was heard or seen of the brothers for a whole year, until their decapitated bodies were found near a river.
Nine years later, the Swiss prospector Martin Jorgenson was next to succumb to the Valley, when his headless corpse was found. In 1945, a miner from Ontario was found in his sleeping bag with his head cut from his shoulders.
The fiercely renowned Naha tribe simply vanished from the area a few years prior to the first deaths. Other Indians of the area have avoided the Valley for centuries, claiming an unknown evil haunts it. Many parts of the valley remain unexplored, and there are tales the Valley holds an entrance to the Hollow earth. Others believe the Valley is home to a lost world.
*Madam Stephanie St. Claire was responsible for bringing the numbers racket to New York and West Indian Johnny (above) was responsible for bringing the racket to Philadelphia.
Jonathan Saint Claire AKA West Indian Johnny (pictured left). A gambler from the Caribbean immigrated to Philadelphia in the early 19th century. He introduced the numbers racket to the entire east coast (with the exception of New York).
Forrest White Woodard (2nd photo) came to Philadelphia from Virginia 1898 by 1922 he was running the biggest numbers operation in the city. By 1930 he became the richest Black man in Philly.
"2 LESSER KNOWN SERIAL KILLERS"
1. Starting in the summer of 1929, Kurten held the city of Dusseldorf, Germany, in a grip of fear. Almost every week a fresh corpse was found, horribly slashed or bludgeoned to death, sometimes sexually assaulted. Most of the victims were young women, although men and children were not excluded. This unassuming killer sent police friendly letters explaining where undiscovered corpses lie, even going so far as to draw them a map.
His atrocities continued for 15 months totaling over 30 murders. Kurten told authorities he liked to kill, “the more people the better. Yes, if I had had the means of doing so, I would have killed whole masses of people — brought about catastrophes." He prowled for victims nightly finding sexual gratification in the slayings.
The one way he achieved the ultimate satisfaction in killing was to catch the blood spurting from a victim’s wounds in his mouth and swallow it. Hence, Peter Kurten became known as the Vampire of Dusseldorf. Kurten was guillotined in Cologne, Germany on July 2, 1931. In his last moments, he said he wondered if he would hear his own blood spurting after his neck was severed.
2. Carl Panzram was one of America ‘s most ferocious, unrepentant serial killers. Embittered by years of torture, beatings and sexual abuse both in and out of prison, Panzram evolved into a man who was meanness personified. He hated everyone, including himself. “I was so full of hate that there was no room in me for such feelings as love, pity, kindness or honor or decency,” he said, “my only regret is that I wasn’t born dead or not at all.”
He lived a nomadic existence, committing crimes in Europe, Scotland , the United States, South America and once killed six men in a day in Africa and fed their bodies to hungry crocodiles. In 1920, at the age of 29, Panzram committed his first murder, killing some sailors in New York he lured away from a bar, shooting them and dumping their remains into a river. Panzram also shot a man dead for trying to rob him. He later raped and killed two small boys, beating one to death with a rock and strangling the other with a belt.
The most prestigious sport is not Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis or the Kentucky Derby. That honor belongs to Polo (The Sport Of Kings).
If you want to rub shoulders with billionaires and corporate raiders, attend the Mercedes Benz Polo Challenge in the Hampton's.
Last year, over 50 Rolls Royce's were parked in valet parking along with Maserati's, Ferrari's, Aston Martin's and Lamborghini's. This is the playground for the filthy rich!
Polo tailgates are a thing of the past, replaced by VIP tents (catering). The menu includes: Truffles, Swordfish steaks, Lobster, Prime Rib, Filet Mignon, smoked oysters, King Crab, caviar, Dom Perignon, Cristal, etc.
Diddy, Prince Albert and Kim Kardashian are regulars in the VIP tents. If you’re wondering just how swanky the Mercedes-Benz Polo Challenge is, put it this way…there’s even a VIP tent within the VIP tent. Celebrities, socialites, supermodels and the Hamptons elite all forgo prime field-side seating to be spoiled by sponsors like Blue Star Jets and Ralph Lauren.
This super rich haven is also known for their beach parties. East Hampton has five beaches and all of the non-residential parking permits have been sold out for 2011.
Polo matches are great networking events. Porifio "Rubi" Rubirosa was not only a gigolo, he was also a world class polo player. He made numerous connections on the polo circuit.
Today, handsome (Argentina) polo players are often pursued by rich women (billionairesses). They double as kept men. These same women would be attracted to black polo players.
Currently, there is only one black polo team in the country (below) and only one active black female polo player in the world (below).
Uneku Atawodi: "I have never experienced racial discrimination in polo; polo is such an international sport, and I find that players treat each other like family. What I do get after a game though, is a surprised, “oh wow, you are really good!” Atawodi spends a large portion of her time in Dubai.
Black Youth Polo Team: These young men are traveling all over the world and winning! They remain the only black polo team in US history.
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Shocking tell-all links S&M rampage of "Brooklyn Thrill Killers," to Superman co-creator's secret, 'underground torture art.'
According to the book "Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman’s Co-Creator Joe Shuster," by Craig Yoe, Joe Shuster was believed to be so broke in the 1950s that he turned to kinky bondage comics that spawned a juvenile crime wave of assault and murder.
Pop mythos states both Shuster and co-creator Jerry Siegel sold the rights to the money making Man of Steel for a paltry sum in 1938 after the strip was rejected by every single newspaper syndicate. They were later fired from DC-National Comics in the late 1940s after demanding a greater cut of the super-profits after having made millions at the height of the depression. After several failed attempts to launch other characters elsewhere with Siegel, Shuster was broke and desperately in need of work.
Despite long standing lawsuits against DC and later Time -Warner claiming Shuster was legally blind by the 1950s, the book alleges that not only could Shuster still draw but did so with a perverted panache-cranking out illustrations for the under-the-counter, brown paper bag Nights of Horror comic which specialized in tales of torture.
When a series of senseless killings made nationwide headlines in 1952, the teen age Brooklyn Thrill Killers claimed they got the ideas for their sick crimes from the Nights of Horror comics -- especially the ones drawn by Shuster. This lead to Senate subcommittees and crackpot psychiatrists blaming comics for all kinds of social disorder including juvenile delinquency, teen pregnancy, homosexuality and rampant Communism. Ultimately the McCarthy era witch-hunt which saw “red” even in Superman’s cape led to the publishers' self-imposed police action of the Comics Code Authority.
"NAOMI CAMPBELL & OTHERS LINKED TO PARTY ARISTOCRAT/CON MAN"
A Posh "friend of the stars" has been jailed for eight years for masterminding a $9 million dollar fraud.
Self-styled "Lord" Edward Davenport (above with Posh, Paris & Mick), 44, headed a bogus financial house that conned businessmen by offering them start-up loans.
Playboy party host Davenport once filled the swimming pool at his mansion with 1,000 litres of brandy courtesy of Courvoisier.
The boozy bash was given at the Portland Place pad — once home to the Sierra Leone High Commission. Naomi Campbell was often in attendance. Other guests included: Kate Moss, Cher and Paris Hilton.
Self-styled "Lord" Edward Davenport, 44, headed a bogus financial house that conned businessmen by offering them start-up loans.
Victims were promised a total of $2 billion-worth of credit but were asked to pay for "due diligence" investigations into their companies before getting the cash.
Some of his 46 victims were bankrupted and at least one had a breakdown.
Davenport, a property developer notorious for organizing sex parties at his London mansion, was convicted of fraud last month after a trial at Southwark Crown Court.
His jailing can now be reported after a co-conspirator admitted his part in the scam yesterday.
Davenport, dubbed "Fast Eddie" by his fellow crooks, led a playboy lifestyle with powerful cars and gorgeous girlfriends.
He moved into the party-planning business aged 19 and was responsible for the raunchy Gatecrasher Balls. The balls were attended by up to 10,000 party-goers at any one time, achieving national notoriety and at the height of its success it was generating $1,000,000 a year.
His 24-bedroom mansion in posh Portland Place hosted wild celebrity-packed bashes. And it doubled as therapist Lionel Logue's clinic in the Oscar-winning movie "The King's Speech."
Davenport, who dubbed himself "a true English gentleman" on his website, called the bogus loans company Gresham — mimicking the name of a famous City financial institution to lend it respectability.
It was revealed at his trial that he tried to "avoid dirtying his hands" by hiring others to run the firm and adopting a false identity.
1928: "ILLITERATE BLACK MAN EARNED MILLIONS-KILLER HIRED TO MURDER HIM"
James Jerome Johnson (1877-1946)
James Jerome "Cracker" Johnson lived before and during the Harlem Renaissance in Palm Beach County. Cracker Johnson had a tremendous influence not only in the county but also throughout the state as a result of his “business activities” including gambling and bootlegging.
While his education was limited and he could not read or write, he amassed a fortune during the late teens and twenties and continued to develop projects that brought even more money than he would make in his “business activities”. He was shot and killed on July 2, 1946, allegedly by a hired killer of a white mob interested in breaking his financial hold on Palm Beach County.
“Flapper Days” was the era in which Cracker Johnson created his financial empire in spite of the stock market crash in 1929 and the depression that followed. The depression had no effects on his earnings and he became the employer of many of those who were jobless.
He was born in Savannah, GA in 1877 and at age 16 became a cabin boy on a freighter. This job provided the opportunity for him to travel and see other cities. He then worked as a constable before moving to Florida where he established a moonshine business in 1899. He also developed a gambling and pawn brokering business and used the money to purchase real estate all over Florida. Cracker Johnson built a red brick jail in 1921 at the corner of Second Street and Rosemary Avenue, which housed Blacks only.
When Blacks were arrested, they were jailed outside the city because of segregation. Cracker Johnson provided for the money for the strained city budget to purchase tools and equipment to use while incarcerated, and he later loaned the city $50,000 to balance the budget. Cracker Johnson owned and operated the Florida Bar on Rosemary Avenue where the employees were required to dress in cut-away dinner jackets, tuxedo trousers, winged collared dress shirts with studs and cufflinks and bow ties.
Cracker Johnson married Ella Johnson Quincy, FL and they had two daughters, Marguerite and Edye. Ella was educated and owned quite a bit of property and had a white father and Black mother. According to tax records his earnings in 1926 was $687,000; in 1927 it was $792,000 and in 1928 it was $971,000. At the time of his death, in 1946, Johnson was worth $10 million dollars ($40 million in today's dollars).
His church, the Boy and Girl Scouts, his lawyers, that seeking college education, and anyone who was in need, knew him as a philanthropist. Cracker and his wife traveled extensively and often took friends with them from New York, Detroit, Chicago, Palm Beach, and Los Angeles and to Cub to attend the Jack Johnson fight. His home had an automatic sprinkler system, special awnings that served as shutters.
"FORMER MISS AMERICA'S FAMILY HAD TIES TO KU KLUX KLAN"
The fact her father and grandfather were arrested (and later acquitted) in the infamous Ku Klux Klan murders of Civil Rights workers: James Chaney, Michael Schewerner and Andrew Goodman during the summer of 1964 came back to haunt Sharon Akin in 1986.
Charles Evers (brother of Medgar Evers) said: "I lost the only brother I had to men like Susan Akin's father and grandfather. It's only natural for relatives to share the same traits and beliefs. She has got to have some of that in her. If she is anything like that, we need to expose her for what she is."
Reflecting on the brouha-ha caused by nude photographs of Vanessa Williams (two years earlier) that resulted in pageant officials asking her to hand over her crown, Evers maintained: "All Vanessa did was show her body, whereas Susan's daddy and granddaddy were involved in murder charges, it's a disgrace."
Susan Akin responded: "I shouldn't be judged by charges leveled against my relatives. I don't even know the facts about these things because I don't want to know. It's horrible that these things went on."
Despite the uproar, Susan Akin was not asked to relinquish her crown. She served out her reign.
HARLEM 1920's: (MOST EXCLUSIVE-MEMBERS ONLY CLUB-OWNED BY BLACK MAN)
Barron Wilkens’ "Exclusive Club," catered to New York’s most affluent citizens. Barron Wilkens’ became noteworthy as “the rich man’s black and white club.”
Many nights, out front, a seven-year-old white boy, bopped his head to the syncopated rhythms pulsing from inside the club. That’s a young George Gershwin, who will be mightily affected in his later life as a songwriter by the music he now hears emanating from Barron Wilkens.'
Backstory & The Murder Of Barron Wilkens:
A Harlem pimp known as Yellow Charleston went broke during a craps game. Charleston begged the other players for money. They all refused.
Yellow Charleston was furious, saying that he'd lost eight hundred dollars, and he wanted a chance to make his money back. A man named Finley just waved his hand and said, get out the way so I can roll the dice.
In response, Charleston pulled out a gun and shot Finley in the head, he then turned the gun on another man and shot him in the stomach. Charleston fled up the street to Seventh Avenue.
He found Barron Wilkens standing outside his cabaret, The Exclusive Club, talking to a friend.
"Barron," Charleston said out of breath. "I need some money, man. I just shot a guy and I need $100 for a getaway.
Wilkens was the financier of Jack Johnson, the first black man to win the boxing heavyweight championship, and was known as a philanthropist who financed all of the black baseball teams in New York. But while he knew Yellow Charleston, he didn't know him well. He looked at him and simply said, "I'm not loaning you the money!"
Yellow Charleston pulled his gun out and fired three shots into Wilkins' chest and stomach.
Source: Harlem Godfather by Karen E. Quinones Miller
"MURDER MYSTERY" (GAY MODEL/PHOTOGRAPHER)
The gay community has sent condolences to the family of Shavado Simmons (above) who was murdered execution-style on July 17, 2011 in what his friends say was a hate crime. Police are also looking at the possibility that the slaying of the 20-year-old photographer and model was a hate crime after receiving several tips.
But several days later, they said he might have been killed by someone he had a relationship with. Shavado, affectionately known as Elmo, was shot twice in his apartment in what was initially reported as a robbery. However, robbery has since been ruled out as a possible motive for the killing.
The circumstances of the case are strange, in that Shavado was with a friend at the time. Police said the two had just come from a convenience store and were accosted after arriving home. Shavado was attacked, his chain ripped from around his neck, he was shot but started to run. The gunman reportedly ran after him and fired another close-range shot at him, killing him at the scene. The other man was not harmed and the gunman fled. Though police have not confirmed that the murder was a hate crime, they have not ruled it out. The Bahamas does not categorize crimes based on bias against the individual or a group. And while other groups are included in anti-discrimination protection clauses in legislation, LGBT citizens are not.
"REAL LIFE CHARACTERS OF LACKAWANNA BLUES"
Actor Ruben Santiago-Hudson (top black and white photo and above color photo) grew up at Nanny's boarding house in Lackawanna, N.Y., in the 1950s and '60s surrounded by a singular cast of characters.
There was Mr. Lucious, a big honey-colored man with one arm, a high voice and gentle manner who once killed a man. Sweet Tooth Sam with his bottle of Thunderbird. Numb Finger Pete, who quoted Shakespeare, and Ricky, a lesbian with a good left hook.
They're among the 20 or so real-life characters Santiago-Hudson inhabits in his "Lackawanna Blues," which opened to rave reviews last week in an American Conservatory Theater production at the Geary Theater.
The Tony award-winning actor wrote this soulful and funny play in praise of Rachel "Nanny" Crosby, (above black and white photo), the woman who raised him and made a home for many stray folk -- former hookers and mental patients, drifters, drinkers and musicians --at 32 Wasson Ave. in Lackawanna, a once-bustling steel town on the shore of Lake Erie.
"She was a nurturing, loving, healing person," said Santiago-Hudson, 45, a gifted mimic who began imitating these people as a kid, to their amusement. "She found a way to make people whole again. Because everybody was missin' something."
A stage and screen actor who won a Tony in '96 for his performance as Canewell in August Wilson's "Seven Guitars," Santiago-Hudson was 2 when he moved to Nanny's with his mother, a barmaid at a joint down the block. While working, she'd leave him alone in the room and check on him when she could.
"That was a no-no for Nanny," said Santiago-Hudson, a solidly built guy with an engaging forthright manner, talking the other day at the Geary dressed in jeans and brown leather jacket, a Yankees cap at his side.
His mother agreed to let Nanny -- an older woman whose 3-year-old daughter had died of pneumonia many years before -- help care for him. When they moved out, Ruben spent summers with Nanny, and when his mother later ran afoul of the law, he moved back for good.
His Puerto Rican father, who laid railroad track, visited often, but "I wouldn't move with him because I loved Nanny's," Santiago-Hudson said. "I was like the prince of the place. They made me feel so worthy. I'd walk in, I'd have to read people's papers and letters because they couldn't read. I had to solve their arguments. They taught me how to fish, shoot a gun, how to fight. Everything."
When a cigarette kingpin is questioned for the murder of his partner in crime, detectives learn the truth behind the rise of New York's underground tobacco game and the deceit among its biggest players.
This true story is depicted in the DVD "Potnah."
"ROYAL AIDES RECRUITED MODELS FOR PROSTITUTION AT $2 MILLION PER YEAR"
A few years ago, our board insiders (entertainment contributors) discussed the 'royal-prostitution circuit' in Brunei where models (recruited in Miami, NY and Hollywood) had the option to earn $30,000 per weekend or a flat fee of $2 million per year with a minimum of two years. The women were paid in jewels (to get through customs). After they arrived in the U.S., they would take the jewels to a high end fence-affiliated with the royal recruiter.
The Showtime series "Homeland," has based a storyline on this (real life) event. Slight (fictional) changes: The royal prostitution circuit is based in Bahrain instead of Brunei and the royal recruiter (is a woman) who moonlights as an CIA asset (Confidential Informant).
During the interview phase, the female recruiter asks the models, do you have a problem with backdoor sex or girl/girl sex? After the interview, the models are videotaped and the tape is sent to the Prince, he makes the final selection.
During the 1990's and early 2000's, hundreds of models flew to Brunei to participate in this prostitution ring. Oddly, only two women filed lawsuits against this practice (they were ostracized by the other models-for filing the lawsuits).
INSIDE THE BRUNEI (ROYAL-PROSTITUTION RING):
British beauty queen Paula Bradbury has won an out of court settlement said to be worth 500,000 pounds after being lured to the mega-rich Sultan of Brunei's jungle palace as a sex slave.
In sensational court documents, she claims she was promised pounds $30,000 per weekend to do promotional and modeling work for the Sultan's younger brother Prince Jefri.
But after arriving on the oil-rich island, Paula, a runner-up in the Miss UK competition, had her passport and return ticket confiscated.
Then she found herself among the playboy prince's "harem" of Western women - some of them only 16 years old - where she was:
EXPECTED to have sex with the randy royal and be at his beck and call 24-hours-a -day.
FORCED to disco dance with other girls for his leering friends, who groped them and had bets on whether they were wearing any underwear.
REFUSED permission to return home after realizing that she had fallen into a sordid sex trap.
Finally horrified Paula sent a coded message to her boyfriend in Hawaii begging him to rescue her.
And then, in desperation, she promised to have sex with a stranger if he helped her escape.
As part of the conditions for settling her lawsuit, Paula has been sworn to secrecy.
But court documents obtained by the media reveal the full sordid tale.
Paula is believed to be the first woman to have received a cash settlement after suing the Brunei royal family.
American beauty queen Shannon Marketic-who was at the palace with Paula-took legal action last year claiming that she had been kept a virtual prisoner.
Her case was thrown out after a Los Angeles judge granted the Sultan and 44-year-old Prince Jefri sovereign immunity.
But Paula sued in Hawaii where she now lives and the Hawaiian chief justice refused to give immunity.
Prince Jefri is one of the world's richest men with a personal fortune estimated at around pounds 20 billion.
He owns SIX HUNDRED cars, five luxury homes in London and a vast yacht called Tits-with two tenders known as Nipple 1 and Nipple 2.
Paula sued him under the pseudonym "Jane Doe" in order to protect her identity.
But we can reveal that in a sworn affidavit on the court file, Paula told how she was lured to the oil-rich paradise island with promises of a huge wage and gifts of cash and jewels.
She was interviewed twice by Kaliber Talent, a Californian recruiting agency. Then after submitting a video tape and photographs of herself, she was told that Prince Jefri himself had selected her for promotional and modeling work in Brunei. Her statement went on: "I was told they recruited models, actresses and other talent.
"They said they were seeking qualified candidates to travel to Brunei to engage in various business and entertainment activities, including spokes-person and promotional work of behalf of Prince Jefri.
"They said Jefri employed numerous models and entertainers to attend palace functions, including various ceremonies, sporting events such as polo games and badminton matches and palace parties and to escort guests around the grounds of Jefri's 1,788-room palace."
Keen horse rider Paula was promised pounds 2,000 pounds a day for a minimum stay of six weeks.
And she was told her equestrian skills would come in especially handy.
When she and six other beautiful Western women arrived in Brunei after flying first class from Los Angeles, they were all given luxury rooms on the ground floor of the magnificent palace.
But Paula soon realized that the men wanted to use her and the other girls as a harem.
She was immediately told to give a blood sample for a test.
Paula's statement went on: "After a few weeks in Brunei, I was asked if I would sleep with the boss. I said no and assumed it was a joke.
"Instead of attending palace functions, working with polo ponies, acting as a spokes-person or doing promotional work as was previously represented, my primary function was to attend nightly parties held in a disco party room within the palace along with at least 30 other young women.
"The only men in attendance at the parties were Jefri and a small group of other men, who appeared to be his friends. After talking with the other young women who attended the parties, I learned that Jefri maintained a changing cast of 30 or more women from whom he and his friends selected sexual partners.
"The women came from the United States and elsewhere under circumstances similar to those experienced by me.
"All were very beautiful and very young-some as young as 16.
"Several women told me that they understood prior to arriving in Brunei that they were expected to engage in prostitution on behalf of Jefri.
"Other women told me that while they did not come to Brunei with the intent of engaging in prostitution, once in Brunei they agreed to do so because of the promise of huge sums of money or because they felt compelled to do so, or because they were coerced to do so.
"Several women told me about the sexual acts they had performed with Jefri, his brother, their sons and members of their entourage.
"Once I realized that Jefri expected me to engage in sexual acts with either himself or others, I explained to his secretary that there had been a mix-up.
"I explained I had not been recruited by Kaliber in California to engage in sexual activity and I wanted immediately to go home to Hawaii.
"Alex his secretary became very upset and refused to make arrangements for my departure from Brunei.
"He said that I was being paid the daily fee to be available to Jefri and others for sexual activity, that Kaliber knew the purpose and objective of my trip and that I should get 'a hold of myself', 'not make trouble' and 'relax'. Then I would enjoy my six weeks in Brunei.
"Fearing that I might never be released from the palace or that I would be assaulted, using a code, I was able to notify my fiance in Hawaii that I was in trouble.
"My fiance then sent a communication for me from Hawaii that my 'Uncle Ryan' had been injured in a car accident and that I had to return at once to be with my family. I knew this was a ruse because I did not have an Uncle Ryan."
But still Paula was not allowed to leave the prince's palace. Eventually, in sheer desperation, she turned to one of the men who had been pestering her for sex and asked him to help.
Paula's statement continued: "I shared my fake emergency with David, who had been harassing me and pursuing me in an effort to have sex with me. David indicated that he could easily arrange for my departure, but that I would first have to participate with him in sexual activity.
"In an effort to placate David and avoid any sexual activity with him-and in an effort to go forward with my escape plan-I told David that if I was allowed to leave Brunei I would return and have sex with him.
"David physically and offensively assaulted me."
The next day, Paula was given just two hours' notice to pack her bags and make her way to the airport.
She was given a bundle of cash, much less than she was owed, and put on board a flight for Hawaii via Singapore and Los Angeles.
After arriving safely back in the arms of her fiance, she contacted Hawaiian attorney Bill Meyer and launched the legal fight against Prince Jefri.
As part of their case, Paul's legal team began compiling a dossier of evidence.
One page shows the passenger manifest of one of the Prince's 747 airplanes. Out of 87 passengers, more than 60 were young women.
Two of them were identified as British women.
In another affidavit, George Chock, a former security consultant with the Brunei Royal Family, stated that Prince Jefri would travel around America with "a harem of approximately 15 to 20 women."
He used a private Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet to ferry them around in luxury.
But now the Prince's high-profile lifestyle could be over following a major rift with the Sultan over losses approaching 10 million pounds from a company he used to control.
(HOLLYWOOD BABY ALLEGATIONS & SCANDALS)
The rumors are flying, is Beyonce really pregnant, is she wearing a fake baby bump, will she use a surrogate, will she adopt, will she give birth naturally?
We'll never know the truth because Hollywood has a network of fixers, handlers and concierge's to handle any situation. This celebrity network can even fast track adoptions for celebrities.
If a celebrity is in need of an organ transplant, this same network can get them on top of the list.
When you're rich, you have unlimited access to services not available to the general public.
Keep in mind, regarding the Beyonce pregnancy or non-pregnancy, everyone will be signed to an iron clad secrecy agreement-including the doctor who delivers the baby (for Beyonce or the surrogate).
Back in the day, this network didn't exist for Diana Ross when she tried to pass her daughter (Rhonda) off as biracial.
What do Janet Jackson and Lola Falana have in common? Allegedly, both women have secret children. Janet allegedly has a secret daughter and Lola allegedly has a secret son.
A sinister (baby) network also existed, this network was patronized by Hollywood celebrities as well: For 30 years, Georgia Tann made millions selling children. A network of scouts, corrupt judges and politicians helped her steal babies. She also targeted youngsters on their way home from school, promising them ice cream to tempt them away from their homes.
Tann molested some of the girls in her care and placed children with pedophiles.
Some victims were sold as underage farm hands or domestics. Others were starved, beaten and raped. Several kids were sold to wealthy parents (Hollywood stars), including Lana Turner (pictured below with adopted son) and Joan Crawford who adopted twins Cathy and Cynthia (pictured above).
Tann developed her own theories on society. In eugenic language which would be echoed to infamous effect in Nazi Germany, she described wealthy people as 'of the higher type'.
She considered the poverty stricken young women left in poverty by the Depression as 'breeders', privately referring to them as 'cows'. She argued that poor people were incapable of proper parenting.
Tann acquired the protection of Memphis's corrupt and all powerful mayor, Edward Hull Crump, and eventually set up her own orphanage, at 1556 Poplar Avenue.
By then, she had met her lesbian partner, Ann Atwood Hollinsworth, who helped Tann ferry babies around the country-as far from their natural parents as possible.
Tann was charging wealthy couples and celebrities up to $200,000 for babies ($1 million in today's dollars). So, how did she arrange a steady flow of children she could sell?
In some cases, single parents would drop off their children at nursery-when they came back to collect them, they would be told they had been taken away by welfare officers.
Tann offered accommodation to children whose parents were in trouble and targeted the most beautiful infants she could find, dressing them in lace outfits to meet prospective clients.
Older children would be instructed to 'sit on that man's lap and call him daddy'.
Newborns were most in demand. Tann bribed maternity hospital nurses, who falsely told mothers their babies had died.
Irene Green remembers being told her baby was stillborn. 'But I heard him cry!' she protested. She asked to see the body, but was told it had been 'disposed of'. In fact, Georgia's workers had snatched the child.
By 1935, Tann had placed children in every U.S. state.
Among the most disturbing cases are the adoptions by single men of young teenagers (these men were suspected of being pedophiles).
Eleanor Roosevelt sought her counsel regarding child welfare, and President Truman invited her to his inauguration.
But by 1940, alerted by the rising infant mortality rate in the city, some people were on to Tann.
She was a relentless, cold-blooded demon,' says a pediatrician who tried to curb her. 'She got bigger and bigger the more power she had. She was pompous and self-important, riding around in a Cadillac driven by a uniformed chauffeur. She terrorized everyone.'
State investigator Robert Taylor reported the horror of what had taken place at Tann's orphanage, saying: 'Her babies died like flies.'
Infants were kept in appalling conditions in suffocating heat. Some were sedated until they could be sold. Many were ill. Some were sexually abused-Tann preyed on young girls and a male caretaker would take little boys into the woods.
A news reporter believed he saw a body being buried in the garden.
In 1945, a bout of dysentery caused the deaths of between 40 and 50 children in less than four months.
The net was closing, but Tann would evade justice. Three days before her death due to cancer, the governor of Tennessee revealed at a press conference that Tann was not the 'angel of adoption' she claimed to be.
He did not mention the grieving parents or dead babies, but focused on the illegal profits she had made while receiving state funding.
Conveniently for the corrupt politicians who had collaborated in her black market baby trade, Tann was too sick to be questioned about her crimes. Georgia Tann (pictured above) died in her four-poster bed at 4:20 a.m. on September 15, 1950.
What became of her victims? Many never saw their families again-after Tann's crimes came to light, there was no attempt to return children to their rightful homes.
They were granted rights to their birth certificates and adoption records only in 1995, after a long battle. A small number were reunited with their birth mothers, but the damage they had suffered at Tann's hands could never be undone.
(MOTHER SHIPTON: THE FEMALE NOSTRADAMUS)
*Mother Shipton never received the notoriety of Nostradamus, she was a woman in medieval times.
The mysterious medieval seer known for her eerily accurate gift of prophecy left a terrifying warning for the modern world.
Researchers are raising the alarm after analyzing a collection of verses written by Ursula Southeil, better known as Mother Shipton.
At the same time the famed prophet Nostradamus was using his gift for the benefit of the French royal family, Mother Shipton was tending to the local people of Norfolk, England.
But shortly before her death in 1561, she published a collection of verses that included predictions of the ascent of Queen Elizabeth to the throne of England, the invention of the automobile and airplane, the foundation of the modern telecommunication industry, the rise of Communism and the birth of the modern nation of Israel.
"She was a truly gifted woman whose visions have been borne out by history," explains Dr. Rupert Belligan, one of the scholars studying the recent discovery.
"She even foretold that her predictions would be printed and widely read-this is a time when the printing press was years away from revolutionizing our society.
Mother Shipton wrote the following verse:
"In century the twenty-first, the well of Peace will dry to thirst. No armies left to wage the war, but shadows stretch to Distant Shore.
In spring the Money shall be gone, the Mountain's smoke shall block the Sun and in 2012, America will crack, a trembling Earth falls to back."
(GLADYS KNIGHT & LES BROWN)
According to Gladys Knight:
I was in Chicago performing at the Regal Theater in 1992, when one of my publicity people called and asked if she could get backstage passes to one of my shows for herself and Les Brown.
I didn't ask who he was, but she told me anyway. She said he was a big-time motivational speaker. I had never paid much attention to that sort of thing, and I had never heard of the guy, but I got her the backstage passes.
A handsome guy with one of those 100-watt man-child smiles, Les seemed to feel our instant electricity.
I gave him my private number. Little did I realize that I had given encouragement to a man who had landed his first job at a radio station by going in every day for months and months and asking the station manager if anybody had quit, been fired or died. The station manager finally gave in and let him work there.
I was about to get a big serving of that same Les Brown.
He sent telegrams. He sent flowers. He left messages. He had friends leave messages. I think some of his messages left messages.
Obviously, when Les Brown set his sights on a target, he was a force to reckon with.
Abandoned at birth in a vacant building in Miami's poorest neighborhood, he was adopted by Miss Mamie Brown, a divorced woman who worked two or three jobs to support all of the children she took in.
I had to admit, I was impressed by his persistence.
One Sunday, he accompanied me to church.
After church, we went to one of my favorite soul food restaurants, Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles, where we talked like old friends.
For more than a year, we nurtured the friendship on the telephone, but if I was going to be near one of his speaking engagements, I'd try to catch it.
The friendship moved into a dating relationship. Then, in the spring, Les proposed, and I accepted.
When I met Les, he had six children from two failed marriages and a well-known reputation as a ladies man.
My family members had heard some things that gave them cause to doubt Les's reliability, and even his sincerity. I talked to him about their concerns, he put my mind at ease.
We were married in a small private ceremony in Las Vegas.
Later, he would manipulate me into doing just what he wanted. I would go to his speaking engagements to support him and to be with him, and he would lure me on stage.
He was tricky, no doubt about it.
"I want to introduce you to my wife. Her name is Gladys Knight."
I'd stand up and wave and sit back down.
Next, he started saying, "Baby, come on up." After a while it got to be: "I want you to meet my wife, Gladys Knight, come on up. Don't you want to say hello to the people?"
One day, the doorbell rung at our home in Las Vegas, I was home alone, I opened the door and saw a nicely dressed couple standing outside. The man and woman were process servers. They handed me divorce papers that had been filed by Les. I was stunned and hurt by the way in which he engineered it, and the fact that he did it publicly.
I think Les loved me as much as Les could love anyone. I know from our intimate talks that he carries enormous anger and hurt from having been abandoned as a child, and I suspect that as a result, Les has developed a pattern of leaving the people he loves because he fears they, too, might abandon him some day. To protect himself, he walks out first. He did it to others before he did it to me. I would have stayed with him through his scare with prostate cancer, but he shut me out and even spread some hurtful words that I had left him because of his cancer.
As my family had feared, Les talked the talk but did not walk the walk when it came to relationships and faithfulness. The presence of other women in his life, whether they were just friends or old girlfriends as he protested, was a constant source of friction and one he did little to alleviate.
Photo Credit: Life Magazine
Chic star Nile Rogers (center-above) knew it was time to kick his cocaine habit after he convinced himself the Mafia was after him and he started living in a closet at his home. The gifted producer, who scored massive hits with "Le Freak," and "Good Times," admits his drug-related rock bottom came when paranoia took over his life. He says, "I had gotten so afraid that I had a .45 pistol and a samurai sword. "I was hiding in the closet waiting for these guys to come and get me. (After that) I never took another snort of coke."
THE UNEXPLAINED: "REAL LIFE IMMORTAL LINKED TO SEVERAL SECRET SOCIETIES"
Is it possible that a man can achieve immortality-to live forever? That is the startling claim of a historical figure known as Count de Saint-Germain. Records date his birth to the late 1600s, although some believe that his longevity reaches back to the time of Christ. He has appeared many times throughout history - even as recently as the 1970s - always appearing to be about 45 years old. He was known by many of the most famous figures of European history, including Casanova, Madame de Pampadour, Voltaire, King Louis XV, Catherine the Great, Anton Mesmer and others.
Who was this mysterious man? Are the stories of his immortality mere legend and folklore? Or is it possible that he really did discover the secret of defeating death?
Where the man who first became known as Saint-Germain was born is unknown, although most accounts say he was born in the 1690s. A genealogy compiled by Annie Besant for her co-authored book, The Comte De St. Germain: The Secret of Kings, asserts that he was born the son of Francis Racoczi II, Prince of Transylvania in 1690. Other accounts, taken less seriously by most, say he was alive in the time of Jesus and attended the wedding at Cana, where the young Jesus turned water into wine. He was also said to be present at the council of Nicaea in 325 A.D.
What is almost unanimously agreed on, however, is that Saint-Germain became accomplished in the art of alchemy, the mystical "science" that strives to control the elements. The foremost goal of this practice was the creation of "projection powder" or the elusive "philosopher's stone," which, it was claimed, when added to the molten form of such base metals as lead could turn them into pure silver or gold. Furthermore, this magical power could be used in an elixir that would impart immortality on those who drank it. Count de Saint-Germain, it is believed, discovered this secret of alchemy.
COURTING EUROPEAN SOCIETY:
Saint-Germain first came into prominence in the high society of Europe in 1742. He had just spent five years in the shah of Persia's court where he had learned the jeweler's craft. He beguiled the royals and the rich with his vast knowledge of science and history, his musical ability, his easy charm and quick wit. He spoke many languages fluently, including French, German, Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian and English, and was further familiar with Chinese, Latin, Arabic - even ancient Greek and Sanskrit.
It might have been his extraordinary learnedness that led acquaintances to see that he was a remarkable man, but an anecdote from 1760 most likely gave rise to the notion that Saint-Germain could be immortal. In Paris that year, Countess von Georgy heard that a Count de Saint-Germain had arrived for a soiree at the home of Madame de Pompadour, mistress of King Louis XV of France. The elderly countess was curious because she had known a Count de Saint-Germain while in Venice in 1710. Upon meeting the count again, she was astonished to see that he hadn't appeared to age, and asked him if it was his father she knew in Venice.
"No, Madame," he replied, "but I myself was living in Venice at the end of the last and the beginning of this century; I had the honor to pay you court then."
"Forgive me, but that it impossible!" the perplexed countess said. "The Count de Saint-Germain I knew in those days was at least forty-five years old. And you, at the outside, are that age at present."
"Madame, I am very old," he said with a knowing smile.
"But then you must be nearly 100 years old," said the astonished countess.
"That is not impossible," the count told her matter-of-factly, then continued to convince the countess that he was indeed the same man she knew with the details of their previous meetings and of life in Venice 50 years earlier.
EVER PRESENT, NEVER AGING:
Saint-Germain traveled extensively throughout Europe over the next 40 years-and in all that time never seemed to age. Those who met him were impressed by his many abilities and peculiarities:
He could play the violin like a virtuoso.
He was an accomplished painter.
Wherever he traveled, he set up an elaborate laboratory, presumably for his alchemy work.
He seemed to be a man of great wealth, but was not known to have any bank accounts. (If it was due to his ability to transmute base metals into gold, he never performed the feat for observers.)
He dined often with friends because he enjoyed their company, but was rarely seen eating food
in public. He subsisted, it was said, on a diet of oatmeal.
He prescribed recipes for the removal of facial wrinkles and for dying hair.
He loved jewels, and much of his clothing-including his shoes-were studded with them.
He had perfected a technique for painting jewels.
He claimed to be able to fuse several small diamonds into one large one. He also said he could make pearls grow to incredible sizes.
He has been linked to several secret societies, including the Rosicrucians, Freemasons, Society of Asiatic Brothers, the Knights of Light, the Illuminati and Order of the Templars.
The renowned 18th philosopher, Voltaire - himself a respected man of science and reason-said of Saint-Germain that he is "a man who never dies, and who knows everything."
Throughout the 18th century, Count de Saint-Germain continued to use his seemingly endless knowledge of the world in the politics and social intrigues of the European elite:
The the 1740s he became a trusted diplomat in the court of King Louis XV of France, performing secret missions for him in England.
In 1760 he performed a similar function at the Hague, where he met the infamous lover, Giacomo Girolamo Casanova. Casanova later said of Saint-Germain, "This extraordinary man... would say in an easy, assured manner that he was 300 years old, that he knew the secret of the Universal Medicine, that he possessed a mastery over nature, that he could melt diamonds... all this, he said, was mere trifle to him."
In 1762 he traveled to Russia where it is said he was complicit in a conspiracy that placed Catherine the Great on the throne. He later advised the commander of the imperial Russian armies in the war against Turkey (which they won).
In 1774 he returned to France when Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette occupied the throne. He allegedly warned them of the revolution that was to come 15 years in the future.
In 1779 he went to Hamburg, Germany, where he befriended Prince Charles of Hesse-Cassel. For the next five years, he lived as a guest in the prince's castle at Eckernförde. And, according to local records, that is where Saint-Germain died on February 27, 1784.
BACK FROM THE DEAD:
For any ordinary mortal, that would be the end of the story. But not for Count de Saint-Germain. He would continue to be seen throughout the 19th century and into the 20th century!
In 1785 he was seen in Germany with Anton Mesmer, the pioneer hypnotist. (Some claim that it was Saint-Germain who gave Mesmer the basic ideas for hypnotism and personal magnetism.)
Official records of Freemasonry show that they chose Saint-Germain as their representative for a convention in 1785.
After the taking of the Bastille in the French Revolution in 1789, the Comtesse d'Adhémar said she had a lengthy conversation with Count de Saint-Germain. He allegedly told her of France's immediate future, as if he knew what was to come. In 1821, she wrote: "I have seen Saint-Germain again, each time to my amazement. I saw him when the queen [Antoinette] was murdered, on the 18th of Brumaire, on the day following the death of the Duke d'Enghien, in January, 1815, and on the eve of the murder of the Duke de Berry." The last time she saw him was in 1820-and each time he looked to be a man no older than his mid-40s.
After 1821, Saint-Germain may have taken on another identity. In his memoirs, Albert Vandam wrote of meeting a man who bore a striking resemblance to Count de Saint-Germain, but who went by the name of Major Fraser. Vandam wrote:
"He called himself Major Fraser, lived alone and never alluded to his family. Moreover he was lavish with money, though the source of his fortune remained a mystery to everyone. He possessed a marvelous knowledge of all the countries in Europe at all periods. His memory was absolutely incredible and, curiously enough, he often gave his hearers to understand that he had acquired his learning elsewhere than from books. Many is the time he has told me, with a strange smile, that he was certain he had known Nero, had spoken with Dante, and so on."
Major Fraser disappeared without a trace.
Between 1880 and 1900, Saint-Germain's name once again became prominent when members of the Theosophical Society, including famed mystic Helena Blavatsky, claimed that he was still alive and working toward the "spiritual development of the West." There is even an allegedly genuine photo taken of Blavatsky and Saint-Germain together. And in 1897, the famous French singer Emma Calve dedicated an autographed portrait of herself to Saint-Germain.
The most recent appearance of a man claiming to be Saint-Germain was in 1972 in Paris when a man named Richard Chanfray announced he was the legendary count. He appeared on French television, and to prove his claim apparently turned lead into gold on a camp stove before the cameras. Chanfray later committed suicide in 1983.
So who was Count Saint-Germain? Was he a successful alchemist who found the secret of eternal life? Was he a time traveler?
"BURIED HISTORY" (BLACKS MURDERED & TORTURED DURING THE HOLOCAUST)
Valaida Snow (above) was detained in a Nazi Concentration Camp For 2 Years. Snow was the top female trumpet player in the U.S. and Europe, she was on top of the world until the Nazi's captured her after a performance in Germany.
According to Louis Armstrong: "Valaida Snow is the world’s second best jazz trumpet player, besides me."
After her release, she was never the same and sunk into oblivion. It's rumored that she got on drugs to ease the pain-before her death.
Hilarius Gilges, top photo, was known as "Lari" Gilges, was an Afro-German tap dancer, actor and communist. He was murdered at the age of 24 by the Nazis.
Hilarius Gilges was one of the few black Germans born in the country before the First World War. His mother Maria Stüttgen was a textile worker in Düsseldorf; the origin of his biological father is not known for certain, but he was probably an African boatman working on a Rhine tugboat. Maria married Franz Peter Gilges in 1915, giving the boy the family name Gilges.
In early 1933, after the Nazis seized power, he attempted to go into hiding, but his visibility due to his skin color made this difficult. In June 1933, he was kidnapped from his apartment in the city's Altstadt district (Old Town) district of Düsseldorf. He was then brutally tortured and killed. The perpetrators are believed to have been six members of the Gestapo and SS, but even after the end of Nazi rule, were never convicted in court.
His widow and two children survived the Nazi period, probably because they were helped by neighbors in the Altstadt. In 1949 they were given a lump sum compensation of 12,000 Deutschmark as restitution.
On 23 December 2003 the city of Düsseldorf named a plaza after Hilarius Gilges, in the vicinity of the Düsseldorf Academy of Arts. In 1988 a plaque had been already placed at the approximate site of the murder. The plaque was commissioned by the Düsseldorf city museum and designed by the local artist Hannelore Köhler. It shows a relief profile of Gilges.
The fate of black people from 1933 to 1945 in Nazi Germany and in German-occupied territories ranged from isolation to persecution, sterilization, medical experimentation, incarceration, brutality, and murder. However, there was no systematic program for their elimination as there was for Jews and other groups.
After World War I, the Allies stripped Germany of its African colonies. The German military stationed in Africa (Schutztruppen), as well as missionaries, colonial bureaucrats, and settlers, returned to Germany and took with them their racist attitudes. Separation of whites and blacks was mandated by the Reichstag (German parliament), which enacted a law against mixed marriages in the African colonies.
Following World War I and the Treaty of Versailles (1919), the victorious Allies occupied the Rhineland in western Germany. The use of French colonial troops, some of whom were black, in these occupation forces exacerbated anti-black racism in Germany. Racist propaganda against black soldiers depicted them as rapists of German women and carriers of venereal and other diseases. The children of black soldiers and German women were called “Rhineland Bastards.”
The Nazis, at the time a small political movement, viewed them as a threat to the purity of the Germanic race. In Mein Kampf (My Struggle), Hitler charged that “the Jews had brought the Negroes into the Rhineland with the clear aim of ruining the hated white race by the necessarily-resulting bastardization.”
African German mulatto children were marginalized in German society, isolated socially and economically, and not allowed to attend university. Racial discrimination prohibited them from seeking most jobs, including service in the military. With the Nazi rise to power they became a target of racial and population policy. By 1937, the Gestapo (German secret state police) had secretly rounded up and forcibly sterilized many of them. Some were subjected to medical experiments; others mysteriously “disappeared.”
The racist nature of Adolf Hitler's regime was disguised briefly during the Olympic Games in Berlin in August 1936, when Hitler allowed 18 African American athletes to compete for the U.S. team. However, permission to compete was granted by the International Olympic Committee and not by the host country.
Adult African Germans were also victims. Both before and after World War I, many Africans came to Germany as students, artisans, entertainers, former soldiers, or low-level colonial officials, such as tax collectors, who had worked for the imperial colonial government.
Some African Americans, caught in German-occupied Europe during World War II, also became victims of the Nazi regime. Many, like female jazz artist Valaida Snow, were imprisoned in Axis internment camps for alien nationals. The artist Josef Nassy, living in Belgium, was arrested as an enemy alien and held for seven months in the Beverloo transit camp in German-occupied Belgium. He was later transferred to Germany, where he spent the rest of the war in the Laufen internment camp and its subcamp, Tittmoning, both in Upper Bavaria.
European and American blacks were also interned in the Nazi concentration camp system.
Lionel Romney, a sailor in the U.S. Merchant Marine, was imprisoned in the Mauthausen concentration camp. Jean Marcel Nicolas, a Haitian national, was incarcerated in the Buchenwald and Dora-Mittelbau concentration camps in Germany. Jean Voste (pictured above-right), an African Belgian, was incarcerated in the Dachau concentration camp. Bayume Mohamed Hussein from Tanganyika (today Tanzania) died in the Sachsenhausen camp, near Berlin.
Black prisoners of war faced illegal incarceration and mistreatment at the hands of the Nazis, who did not uphold the regulations imposed by the Geneva Convention (international agreement on the conduct of war and the treatment of wounded and captured soldiers).
Lieutenant Darwin Nichols, an African American pilot, was incarcerated in a Gestapo prison in Butzbach. Black soldiers of the American, French, and British armies were worked to death on construction projects or died as a result of mistreatment in concentration or prisoner-of-war camps. Others were never even incarcerated, but were instead immediately killed by the SS or Gestapo.
Some African American members of the U.S. Armed forces were liberators and witnesses to Nazi atrocities. The 761st Tank Battalion (an all-African American tank unit), attached to the 71st Infantry Division, U.S. Third Army, under the command of General George Patton, participated in the liberation of Gunskirchen, a subcamp of the Mauthausen concentration camp, in May 1945.
"BLACK WOMAN IS MARRIED TO FORMER GENOVESE FAMILY HIT MAN"
Married To The Mob:
Dion Nicosia: Being married to a mobster was difficult as an African American woman.
Her husband (Angelo Nicosia-above center) left his white wife for her. This was unheard of in mob culture. The couple would become the proud parents of a baby girl.
Dion is the first and only African American woman to infiltrate an Italian crime family via marriage. Her husband was an alleged hit man for the Genovese Crime Family.
Dion had no previous knowledge of the mob so when she got involved with Angelo Nicosia she entered a new world that included mansions, expense accounts, expensive cars, fine dining, travel and furs.
There was a lot of money while Angelo worked for the mob and she enjoyed the lifestyle, but when Angelo went to prison, there was no money left. The lawyers ended up with most of it. Surprisingly, Dion says that she did not experience racism from the other mobsters. They all treated her well. Dion said that Angelo was arrested on extortion charges and will be
CRAIGSLIST: "DOWNLOW LESBIAN TRIANGLE-TURNS DEADLY"
To hear Larene Austin (1st photo) tell it, she and Lanell Barsock (2nd photo) were life-long friends, "besties" since grade school. According to the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department, however, their story is far more complicated: a tale involving sexual affairs, a jilted lover, and ultimately Barsock's calculated murder at the hands of her best friend.
Authorities say Austin and Lanell's friendship started on the personal ads section of craigsist rather than the school yards of Palmdale, Calif., as Austin would claim. The two become far more than best friends, as they eventually started a romantic relationship that intertwined their lives in convoluted fashion.
After several months, investigators say a financially destitute and unemployed Austin started assuming Lanell's identity. Austin allegedly told people she was a nurse, lived in a beautiful upscale neighborhood and drove a new BMW, which Lanell leased.
Their two lives become so entangled that the two women's live in-boyfriends became acquainted, despite the fact that Lanell and Austin continued their lesbian affair.
In early June 2010, Lanell terminated the romantic side of her relationship with Austin. Lanell sent Austin a text message and explained she wanted to devote all of her time to her boyfriend Louis. Police say Austin took the news hard, and the couple met to discuss the situation. Austin eventually agreed, and the two continued a platonic friendship.
According to police, this dear john letter was just one of the tools Austin used to cover her tracks and frame Lanell's boyfriend.
Four days after their relationship ended, Austin met Lanell in her sprawling new home in Palmdale, Calif., where the two planned to have lunch. They picked up pizzas and beauty supplies, then headed back to Lanell's home. After lunch, Austin styled Lanell's hair.
With Lanell seated and watching television, authorities say Austin pulled out a 9 mm handgun. She allegedly fired a bullet in to the back of Lanell's head at point-blank range, killing her instantly, then promptly began to cover her tracks.
According to authorities, Lanell knew she wasn't just racing against the clock but also against Lanell's boyfriend. While the women were having lunch, Louis drove 65 miles to meet Austin's boyfriend at his auto repair shop.
Detectives say after she killed Lanell, Austin phoned Siego repeatedly to check in on Louis. Between phone calls, investigators believe Austin dragged Lanell's body through the house toward the garage.
At some point, investigators believe Austin covered Lanell's head using a garbage bag. After she failed to lift the body in to Lanell's car, cops say she came up with a new plan; she cleaned the blood stains as best she could, then stuffed a blood-soaked area rug in to the car.
Later that afternoon, a frantic Austin ran in to the LA County Sheriff's Office, claiming her best friend's murderer had been chasing her. Austin told police she had gone to her friend Lanell's house to check on her because she and Louis had been fighting, but walked in to a murder scene, discovering Lanell's lifeless body in the garage.
With the evidence mounted against him, authorities arrested Louis that night. But when prosecutors started building their case, their star witness' testimony didn't add up. Lanell's family provided an alibi for Louis, consistent with what Louis had told them.
Later in the investigation, the evidence exonerated Louis. Surveillance video from the auto parts store confirmed his whereabouts, and forensic evidence from the scene led crime scene investigators back to Austin. DNA evidence recovered from a pair of gloves found on the scene was linked to Larene Austin.
After a little more than a week in jail, Louis was proven innocent. After his release, Austin was called in for a polygraph exam, which police say she failed.
Austin also attempted to frame Louis by forging a Dear John Letter, which she left at Lanell's home. As all eyes turned to Larene Austin, she vanished.
"BEFORE & AFTER" (TRANSVESTITE FROM 'THE CRYING GAME')
Where Are They Now?
Jaye Davidson was born in Riverside, California, outside of Los Angeles, to a Ghanaian father and English mother. His family moved to the United Kingdom when he was two years old,
Davidson left school at 16 and had been alternately unemployed and doing odd jobs (running for a production company, working in a factory) ever since. Jaye had no acting experience when discovered by a casting associate at a wrap party for Derek Jarman's Edward II. He was working as a fashion designer, and his androgynous look led to his casting as Dil in "The Crying Game."
After "The Crying Game," he continued his fashion career until landing a role in "Stargate," opposite Kurt Russell and James Spader, as the evil sun god Ra.
Davidson maintained his androgynous appearance during his short film career, but in recent years he has adopted a more conventional look (2nd photo).
(DID MICHAEL JACKSON BASE SMOOTH CRIMINAL ON RON NEWT?)
Allegedly, Michael Jackson deemed his childhood acquaintance Ron Newt (The Smooth Criminal) and allegedly based the song on Newt.
Ron Newt was one of the coldest and most notorious pimps in U.S. history (arrested 120 times). Newt had a gorgeous wife and a stable of 17 women and 27 children. He drove a Rolls Royce and had luxurious homes all over the globe. These mansions housed exotic animals.
He met Sly Stone & The Jacksons. Joe Jackson agreed to manage his four sons (The Newtrons). The Newtrons lived at the Jackson mansion for a short time. The group as well as their father-interacted with Michael Jackson on a regular basis.
Newt landed a $8 million dollar record deal for the Newtrons but the group went nowhere and eventually disbanded.
In 1991, Ronnie Newt, 16-year-old lead singer for the Newtrons, was shot dead by a San Bernardino shopkeeper, allegedly while trying to rob the store as part of a gang initiation (The Crips). Since then, his father, onetime San Francisco pimp Ron Newt Sr., has written a book about his own exploits in the music business -- and in the criminal underworld.
He says he wrote the book, "Bigger Than Big," as penance for having set a bad example for his son. "I feel you reap what you sow," he says. "I wanted to deter other people from doing the things I did.
Newt says he tried for years to find a publisher, but "nobody would touch it." He finally issued the rambling tome himself through his San Francisco-based Runaway Slave Publishing Co.
In 1989, after escaping from a state prison where he was serving time for a weapons conviction, Newt Sr. negotiated an MCA Records contract for his sons Ronnie, Bobby and Johnny, known collectively as the Newtrons. A year later, after the failure of the group's debut, Newt got into a dispute with the company and was arrested in the lobby of MCA headquarters.
His book discusses the Newtrons' interaction with Michael Jackson and his singing siblings, after whom they modeled themselves. But much of it is filled with graphic scenes of sex and violence from Newt's days as a pimp, some of which he admits are fictional.
"I had to exaggerate to make the story great," says Newt, who has been a free man since 1993. "I'm an ex-player. We're master manipulators. We'll create a story to make you happy, to get you stimulated. All the time I was in the penitentiary, I told the greatest stories that were ever told.
What the "I-5 Serial Killer Movie," left out: Randall (Randy) Woodfield had a pen-pal "love" relationship with Diane Downs.
When he beat black inmates on the basketball court, he wrote Diane: 'I beat the best of the ni**ers today!'
Woodfield preferred fellatio to conventional sex (with girlfriends). He brutally raped his victims and he hated females with a passion, even female children, he had no problem executing 11-13 year old girls after raping them.
As stated in the movie, Woodfield was drafted by the Green Bay Packers, he was cut after exposing himself to female fans.
Sentence: Life + 165 years.
(HIGHEST PAID DJ)
Cassidy, born Cassidy Durango Podell, is hip hop’s favorite DJ. First discovered by Sean “P-Diddy” Combs several years ago in a New York nightclub, he has spun for the likes of Kanye West and Jennfier Lopez. He DJ’d Jay-Z and Beyonce’s wedding. He even spun at President Obama’s inauguration.
He often plays over 200 gigs per year and generally receives five-figure sums for his services; on occasion, he’ll take home over $100,000 for a night’s work. He cleared $2 million over the past 12 months, before taxes.
DJ Cassidy also spins records in the Hamptons (including Diddy's White Parties). He's been spotted at the Polo matches with Russell Simmons and Swizz Beatz, socializing in the VIP tents.
"THE BLACK 'REAL LIFE' VERSION OF THE FUGITIVE" (DOCTER TO MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. & IDI AMIN)
Dr. John Branion (1st photo) was the personal physician and confidant to Martin Luther King, Jr. and Idi Amin. He resided in a posh area of Chicago. Like the Dr. John Sheppard case (which the Fugitive TV series was based on), Branion was accused of killing his wife. He would jump bail and marry his long time mistress (Shirley Hudson). Years later, Dr. Sam Sheppard would be proven innocent, will the same happen for Dr. John Branion?
Many consider this case a miscarriage of justice since Branion was convicted solely on circumstantial evidence. Racism was also a factor. Branion was a successful doctor in 1968, he lived in a nice area and drove a expensive car.
The murder conviction of John Marshall Branion, Jr., a prominent black doctor and confidant of Martin Luther King, Jr., was achieved without a single scrap of direct proof, demonstrating that, occasionally, circumstantial evidence is the best evidence of all.
The case of John Branion reads like a best-selling mystery thriller. First there was the crime itself, tortuous, full of twists, and ultimately hinging on one issue: Did the defendant's alibi allow him sufficient time to carry out a murder? And then came the trial, riddled with allegations of racial prejudice and possible judicial corruption. Most extraordinary of all was Branion's flight after conviction. Was he, as some claim, an innocent man escaping injustice, or was this rather the tale of a pitiless killer, desperately fleeing the consequences of his actions?
At 11:30 A.M. on December 22, 1967, Dr. John Branion set off in his car from the Ida Mae Scott Hospital on Chicago's South Side. Five minutes later—after passing his home—he picked up his 4-year-old son from outside a nursery school, then called on a Maxine Brown, who was to have lunch with Branion and his wife. When Brown explained that she was unable to keep the engagement, Branion drove to his apartment at 5054 S. Woodlawn Avenue. His story was that he had arrived at 11:57 A.M. and found his wife Donna lying on the floor of the utility room. She had been shot four times by a. 38-caliber automatic pistol. Branion immediately summoned help.
Police treated Branion's story with palpable disdain; already witnesses were coming forward to dispute his version of events. Another factor was Branion's unpalatable detachment. Just two days after his wife's murder he flew to Vail, Colorado, for a Christmas break.
One month later, armed with a search warrant, police recovered two boxes of Geco brand. 38-caliber ammunition from a closet in Branion's apartment. One full box contained 25 shells. The other box had 4 shells missing, the same number that had killed Donna Branion. Shortly afterwards Branion was arrested for murder.
Dr. John Marshall Branion Jr., 64, a former South Side physician whose trial and conviction in the murder of his wife became a controversy and a cause linked to the civil rights movement, died in prison.
Convicted of murdering his wife in 1967, Dr. Branion`s sentence was commuted by Gov. James Thompson on Aug. 7 to time served. He died in University of Illinois Hospital after a long illness, which was the reason Thompson gave for freeing him.
Dr. Branion had been moved to the hospital July 3 to be treated for a brain tumor and heart ailment. He was serving 20 to 30 years in prison in Dixon.
Dr. Branion, after his conviction in 1968 of killing his wife, Donna, jumped a $5,000 appeal bond and fled to Africa. He lived in several countries there.
In 1971, Branion, sensing that the end was near, fled the country. After an amazing jaunt across Africa he found asylum in Uganda, occasionally acting as personal physician to Idi Amin, that country's dictator. Upon Amin's ouster, Branion was arrested and returned to the United States in 1983.
He subsequently served almost 7 years of his sentence.
Led by advocate Barbara D`Amato and her attorney husband, Anthony, the friends and family of Dr. Branion have tried to reopen the case, claiming that racism clouded the trial which took place after the 1968 riots on the West Side. Dr. Branion had been Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.`s personal physician.
They point to what they feel was a major discrepancy in the trial, that in the short time between when he left the hospital and the police arrived on the scene, it would have been physically impossible for him to kill his wife in the manner in which it happened.
Prosecutors have continued to argue that the case against Dr. Branion was overwhelming.
``I considered Dr. Branion a good friend,`` Mrs. D`Amato said. ``He was a wonderful person and very courageous.``
Survivors include his wife, Shirley, whom he married in 1968; two daughters, Jan and Jade; and two sons, John III and Jeff. No services were planned.
"MOST FAMOUS BLACK EXOTIC DANCER IN U.S. HISTORY-CONNECTED TO CELEBS"
Her playground was Paradise Valley, the now long-demolished entertainment district on Detroit’s old Lower East Side, and her signature shimmy held sway in that earthy realm. She rubbed elbows with Louis Armstrong and Aretha Franklin, she dined with Dinah Washington and strutted alongside Billie Holiday.
When she and her Harlem Globetrotter husband Goose Tatum lived in a villa in Cuba, she was chummy with Fidel Castro. And one notorious racketeer in Indianapolis was so was taken with her legendary proportions that he built an entire club just for her, naming it the "Pink Poodle." Many times she was issued proclamations by City Council, noting her significant contributions to Detroit’s thriving entertainment culture.
Before her marriage, she was linked to numerous black entertainers, including Redd Foxx and Motown artists. White and black gangsters also pursued her.
Lottie The Body was — is — the most famous black exotic dancer in U.S. history.
Known as Detroit’s answer to Gypsy Rose Lee, Lottie’s fabled, glittering past is interwoven in the rich fabric of the city’s musical heritage and the musicians who built it.
Born in Syracuse, N.Y., Lottie was schooled in Brooklyn and started her professional dancing career when she was only 17. Classically trained, she soon found herself traveling across the country. She says she landed in Detroit around 1960, first arriving at the legendary Twenty Grand nightclub on West Warren Avenue — one of the most popular nightspots at the time.
She performed with the best. As Lottie rattles off the list of musicians she co-starred with over the years, it sounds like a wing from the Hall of Fame: T-Bone Walker, B.B. King, Billie Holiday, Maurice Taylor and Solomon Burke.
Back then, strippers preferred to call themselves “exotic dancers,” a term that evoked an image of class and glamour.
Motown giant Martha Reeves, also Lottie’s neighbor and friend, says, “She held her own. Lottie had skills that were superior to all of her competitors. She outdanced them all. She had body movements that only she could pull off, and very elaborate costumes. And I know she can still dance, and does a high kick that shows a lot of young ladies down.”
Lottie’s mastery of the tease led her to glamour, glitter and luxury. “Exotic dancing was classy,” Lottie says. “It was the top of the shelf, the Champagne of dance, with some of the most gorgeous women in the world, like Tempest Storm.
“I met her in L.A. and we worked together. You made very good money, and you weren’t looked down on. When you went into a hotel they brought in your luggage and there were flowers and Champagne in the room. They didn’t look down on you as a prostitute because you didn’t expose your body, you weren’t giving yourself away. You were representing yourself as an artist — it was show business!
“I’d travel from club to club and star with big artists. I had a lot of beaded long gowns. All my undergarments had rhinestones that were made in Montreal. I had this rhinestone bra and G-string, and when I hit the stage it would just light up.”
She gestures up toward imaginary stage lights, eyes twinkling.
“And on top of that was ostrich feathers — and feathers, and feathers, and feathers,” Lottie says. “And then one costume was all white fox that would just wrap around me over and over.”
But despite her star power, racism sometimes tarnished her charmed life, especially in white clubs. “It was never shown, but you could feel it,” she says. “I ignored it. And you know, anywhere you go in the world, you’re going to find it. So you overlooked it, because you’re the one up on that stage and they’re looking up at you, and if they don’t like it they can leave.”
One time when she was performing outside of Boston, another dancer’s boyfriend refused to acknowledge that Lottie, a black dancer, was headlining the club. “So all the gangsters in Boston told him he could either accept it or pay them their money back,” she says.
“I was in Madawaska, Maine, and I think I was just about the only black person they’ve ever seen. I was walking down the street and the little children would say, ‘Mommy, look at the walking chocolate bar.’”
Lottie currently resides in an luxury (refurbished high rise) in Detroit. Former residents include: Al Green, The Temptations and Marvin Gaye.
"FIRST BLACK SERIAL KILLER IN U.S. HISTORY" (ADMITS TO KILLING 44 WOMEN DURING 1920'S-1947)
On October 30, 1949, Jake Bird (1901-1949), a 45-year-old transient, breaks into the home of Bertha Kludt and her daughter, Beverly June Kludt, and hacks them to death with an ax. Two police officers, sent to the Tacoma residence to investigate reports of screams from inside the residence, see a man run out the back door and give chase. Bird is captured and taken to the Tacoma City Jail where he confesses to the killings, claiming it was a burglary gone bad. On November 26, 1947, after a three-day trial, a Pierce County Jury convicts Bird of first-degree murder and recommends the death penalty. While on death row, Bird confesses to committing or being involved in at least 44 murders during his travels across the country. He is hanged at the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla on July 15, 1949. Although the case fails to capture the attention of the national press, history marks Bird as one the nation’s most prolific serial killers.
At 2:30 a.m. on Thursday, October 30, 1947, Tacoma Police Officers Andrew P. Sabutis and Evan “Skip” Davies were dispatched to 1007 S 21st Street to investigate reports of screams emanating from inside the residence. As they approached, a barefoot man ran out of the back door into the back yard and crashed through a picket fence. The two patrolmen immediately gave chase.
After scaling several more back yard fences, the fugitive was finally stopped by a high fence and cornered in an alley behind 2122 S "J" Street. He pulled out a jackknife and then attacked the officers, cutting Davies’ hand and stabbing Sabutis in the shoulder. Officer Sabutis, a former prizefighter known as “Tiny” LaMarr, subdued the assailant with a left hook to the jaw and a kick in the groin. After the fight, the prisoner was taken to the Tacoma General Hospital by Officer John Hickey in a patrol wagon, where he received treatment for head and face lacerations. Sabutis was admitted to St. Joseph Hospital with a severe back wound and Davies had the cuts on his hand stitched and bandaged there.
When police officers entered the residence, they found Bertha Kludt, age 52, dead in her bedroom, adjacent to the kitchen, and the body of her daughter, Beverly June Kludt, age 17, on the kitchen floor. Both women had been bludgeoned to death with an ax, which had been left at the crime scene. Detective Lieutenant Earl Cornelison determined that an attempt had been made to sexually assault Bertha Kludt before she was intentionally slain. Beverly June, hearing her mother’s screams, apparently dashed from her upstairs bedroom into the kitchen where she encountered the assailant and was murdered.
The man captured by Officers Sabutis and Davies was identified as Jake Bird, a 45-year-old, black transient who had a lengthy criminal record including burglaries, assaults, attempted murder, and murder. Bird estimated he had served about 15 years in various prisons for committing crimes. He was born in Louisiana and left home when he was 19 years old. Over the ensuing years, Bird never stayed in one place for long, preferring the life of an itinerant worker. Often he found employment with the railroad as a section-gang laborer, which allowed him to earn money and keep moving from town to town. It was an occupation that lent itself quite well to his avocation: stalking and murdering women in the towns he visited.
Bird was interrogated by Detective Lieutenant Sherman W. Lyons at the Tacoma City Jail where he dictated and signed a confession in the presence of four police officers. His confession stated that he entered the Kludt residence through the unlocked back door to commit “an easy burglary.” He brought along an ax that he found in a nearby shed, “to bluff off anyone who tried to bother me.” Removing his shoes, Bird sneaked into Bertha Kludt’s bedroom and stole $1.50 from her purse. When he returned to the kitchen, he turned around and found Bertha standing behind him. Bird told her that he only wanted her money and his shoes, and then he would leave. But then suddenly Beverly June grabbed him from behind and a fierce struggle ensued, resulting in the deaths of the two women. Bird added that he thought the policemen would shoot him when they had him cornered in the bushes, so he attacked them with his knife.
On Saturday, December 6, 1947, Judge Hodge sentenced Bird to be hanged on the gallows at the Washington State Penitentiary on January 16, 1948.
On January 15, 1948, Bird finally won a 60-day reprieve from Governor Wallgren by claiming that, given time, he could “clear up” at least 44 murders that he either committed or participated in during his travels throughout the country. His confessions brought a throng of investigators from across the nation to interview him at the state penitentiary. Of these 44 confessed murders, only 11 were substantiated, but Bird had more than enough knowledge about the others to be the prime suspect. Police from several states took the opportunity to close the books on many of their unsolved murders. In his travels, Bird had murdered people, mostly women, in Illinois, Kentucky, Nebraska, Oklahoma, Kansas, South Dakota, Ohio, Florida, Wisconsin, Michigan, Iowa, and Washington.
On Thursday night, July 14, 1949, Jake Bird ate his last meal on death row, and then talked with his attorney for two hours. Bird told Taggart he could be a good loser as long as he felt everything possible had been done to save his life. Later that night, he was moved to a holding cell near the gallows, where he was shaved and dressed in new clothes. Just after midnight, Bird walked 10 feet from the cell to the gallows accompanied by Warden Tom Smith and two prison guards. He said nothing to the 125 witnesses who had gathered in the room, but muttered some comment to one of the guards. A volunteer prison chaplain, Reverend Arvid C. Ohrnell, started to read a note from Bird, declaring he bore no malice toward anyone and sought forgiveness. But before he finished, the trapdoor was sprung, dropping Bird five feet to his death.
Jake Bird was hanged at 12:20 a.m. on July 15, 1949. His body was taken down 14 minutes later and prison physician Dr. Elmer Hill pronounced him dead. He was buried in an unmarked grave in the prison cemetery, identified only as convict No. 21520. Bird willed his personal fortune, $6.15, to his appeals attorney, Murray Taggart.
Although not formally educated, Bird gained a modicum of fame as a “jailhouse lawyer,” often arguing his own case before the court. His knowledge of the law, together with the help of people against the death penalty, enabled him to delay his execution a year and a half. Bird’s case failed to capture the attention of the national press, even though he confessed to committing or being involved in at least 44 murders throughout the country. But history marks him as one the nation’s most prolific serial killers.
"DAD TRIED TO DESTROY DAUGHTER: BEATINGS, INCEST, RAPE, PIMPING & TRAFFICKING"
Physical abuse started when Layhla* was two, and the fondling by her dad began at seven. Within a year, the man began raping her, nearly nightly, always violently. Sometimes in the bedroom or bathroom, but generally the assaults happened in the darkness of the basement among the spider webs and crickets. Layhla learned early to be waiting at the foot of the stairs so she wouldn't get thrown or pushed down them.
At first, she cried, but that made her abuser even angrier, and he continued with his vile sexual acts even longer. So she learned not to cry, not to feel, not to resist, not to deem herself worthy of anything better. Silence about the sexual assaults was forced on her with the threat that her dad would go after Layla's little sister if she told anyone.
Layhla's mother told her often that she was worthless, and as a little girl, she knew that she had never been wanted by either parent. She had been, after all, the reason the couple got married in the first place in an already bitter relationship . She was despised and hated, and the attitudes of mother and father were played out fully in their actions of cruelty, shame and destruction of the child. Naturally, she saw herself as the embodiment of the barrage of demeaning words and behaviors.
Sixth grade marked a new dynamic in the family secret. Layhla's dad invited other men to join him in the raping of his daughter, and worse yet, money exchanged hands for this perverted "privilege". Even though she didn't know the term for another ten years, this young teenager was now a sex trafficking victim, and her dad was the pimp. These events usually occurred at someone else's home, often with her dad and more than one other man molesting and violating her at once. She thought at first that the presence of someone else would keep her dad away from her, or that the other person would come to her rescue once the abuse began. It was devastating to find that no one ever stood up for her against this evil, but the others willingly joined the assaults.
A girl's thirteenth birthday should be a special time of celebration, but Layhla did not have any hope for happy times. When she saw the family car at home when she returned from school, she knew she was in trouble, but she never expected what happened next. Another man took her to her bedroom and raped her. Then her dad and others joined in. By the end of time, a total of 10 men had violated and abused her without cessation for hours. Each new person who entered the room gave the teen a glimmer of desperate hope that this one would help her, and each one dashed that hope to pieces by being part of the assault.
The question that Layhla has been asking herself for years is haunting:
Where on earth do these conversations happen that a man can get nine others to agree to rape and prostitute his daughter? Is this water cooler conversation at work? Why is no one objecting or reporting these things?
Shame and psychic pain and feelings of despair and abandonment can lead to self-destructive behaviors. Layhla began cutting herself and is still a cutter.
It helps to block out the pain. I can dig into my wrist and feel the physical pain and forget the rest. It also gives me control. I can be the last person to hurt myself and can decide how much hurt to inflict.
In school, Layhla was a good student, involved in softball and ROTC, basically living a double life. This was the only place she felt safe. Only one person knew of the horrifying life at home, and that was a trusted neighbor boy. Tragically, he was accidentally shot and killed by another friend at 17. Layhla thought she had lost everything. A suicide attempt failed, and the young lady gave up hope. Later, she tried drinking and drugs, mainly cocaine, and has overdosed numerous times.
Despite being the most prominent member of the Four Tops, the late Levi Stubbs refused to have separate billing (in contrast to other Motown acts such as Smokey Robinson and the Miracles and Diana Ross and the Supremes), and he also turned down several offers for a solo career, out of loyalty to his bandmates.
Berry Gordy offered Stubbs the role of Louis McKay in the 1972 film "Lady Sings the Blues," opposite Diana Ross as Billie Holliday, but Stubbs turned it down, once again not wishing to overshadow the other members of the Four Tops.
Levi Stubbs and Jackie Wilson were cousins.
Levi Stubbs came from a well to do family. Unlike other Motown artists, he lived comfortably in an upscale (Detroit) neighborhood until his death.
"TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE" (14-YEAR-OLD BOY BECAME YOUNGEST PERSON EXECUTED)
In 1944, George Junius Stinney Jr., 14, became the youngest person executed for a crime in the United States in the 20th century. The 5’1, 95-lb. African-American boy was sent to the electric chair for allegedly killing two young white girls - 11 year-old Betty June Binnicker and eight-year-old Mary Emma Thames - by beating them with a railroad spike and dragging their bodies to a ditch in South Carolina.
On March 23, 1944, the two girls disappeared while looking for flowers to put on their bicycles. As they passed the Stinney home, they asked the young seventh grader and his sister, Katherine, if they knew where to find "maypops," a type of flower. A day later, the girls were found dead with severe head wounds in a ditch of muddy water. Among the search crew was George Stinney, Sr.
After his son was arrested for the crime, George Stinney Sr. was fired from his job at the sawmill, and his family was forced to move away from the city for fear of lynchings from the angry mobs. Stinney Jr. would be left to face trial alone.
According to the police, George Stinney Jr. confessed to wanting sex with Betty June, admitting that as he tried to kill her friend, Mary Emma, they fought. He allegedly killed both girls with a 15-inch railroad spike, which was found near the crime scene.
The confession of George Stinney, Jr. was never recorded in police files. There were even rumors that he was offered ice cream by the police if he cooperated with the confession. During his trial, George Stinney Jr. was given a tax commissioner as a defense lawyer. He was convicted and sentenced in one day of court. There were no witnesses called to the stand. Blacks were not allowed inside the courtroom, and there is no transcript of the trial details.
George Frierson, a school board member, is now seeking a pardon for George Stinney Jr., though lack of sufficient evidence and transcripts make the case difficult. On a positive note, the prosecution’s argument was just as weak.
"FIRST BLACK TRANSGENDERED CONVICTED FOR IMPERSONATING A WOMAN-ALSO RAN A BROTHEL"
Lucy Hicks Anderson of Oxnard, California was the first transgendered black person to be legally tried and convicted in court for impersonating a woman. During the trial, Anderson, who had been living the life of a woman, insisted that a person could live successfully as one gender and physically be another.
Born in the early 1900s as Tobias Lawson in Waddy, Kentucky, Anderson insisted on wearing dresses to school as a child. After his mother took him to see a physician, the doctor recommended that his she allow him to live as a female. By age 15, Tobias Lawson had left home, changed his name to Lucy and by his early 20s, married Clarence Hicks. The marriage lasted nine years, and by 1930, Lucy Hicks owned and operated a brothel in Oxnard, California.
In 1944, Lucy Hicks remarried to Reuben Anderson. Somehow, the Ventura County district attorney discovered her actual identity, voided the marriage and arrested her for perjury. The charges were justified because Hicks Anderson had signed the marriage license that stated there was “no legal objections to the marriage.”
Though he was only given probation, Both Lucy Hicks Anderson and Reuben Anderson were tried by the federal government. Hicks Anderson had been receiving checks from the U.S. Army as the wife of a member of the armed forces. Both Lucy Hicks Anderson and Rueben Anderson were tried and convicted of fraud in 1946. After release, Hicks Anderson was banned from moving back to Oxnard and lived in Los Angeles until she died in 1954.
STUNTMASTER: (WHITE RACIST HUNTS BLACK BOY, POSTS ON FACEBOOK)
SOUTH AFRICA - A person using the Facebook ID "Eugene TerrorBlanche," a play on the name of the founder and leader of Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging (AWB), a South African white supremacist group, posted a disturbing picture on his Facebook page.
The picture displays a white man, clad in hunting gear complete with hunting rifle, kneeling over the lifeless body of a young, black male child. The wide grin on the man's face is the final touch to his "trophy" picture-a photo hunters routinely take to proudly display and celebrate their kill.
Authorities have determined that the picture is not genuine (thank goodness!). The "hunter" in the photograph has been located. He informed authorities that he paid the child to pose for the photo. After further investigation, it has also been learned that this photo may have been in circulation for over 10 years and widely written about in 2008.
Eugenia Falleni (c.1875-1938), convicted murderer, was born reputedly in Florence, Italy, and moved with her family to New Zealand about 1877. According to later medical reports, she had frequently run away as a child, seeking jobs in brickyards and other places where she dressed as a boy. In her teens Falleni found employment aboard a ship that plied the south seas. At some point during her voyages, her sex was discovered and she became pregnant. About 1898 Falleni disembarked at Newcastle, New South Wales, friendless, with a baby girl. It is possible that she was the unmarried Lena Falleni, born at Livorno, Italy, who gave birth to a daughter Josephine in Sydney in 1898. The child was put into a Sydney woman's care and Falleni proceeded to present herself to the world as 'Harry Leo Crawford'.
Crawford worked in Sydney for employers who thought nothing of the gruff, taciturn man's bearing. He held a series of manual jobs—in a meat factory, hotels, laundries, a rubber company and in private service. By 1912 he was a yardman and driver for Dr G. R. C. Clarke of Wahroonga, where he met Annie Birkett. A widow with a 9-year-old son, Annie was a general domestic with the Clarkes but had saved a nest egg.
Harry took mother and son on sulky rides and to visit the circus. The courting pair resolved to leave service and set up a confectionery shop in Balmain. Claiming to be a widower aged 38, son of a master mariner, also named Harry Leo Crawford, Harry went through a marriage ceremony with Annie on 19 February 1913 at the Methodist Parsonage, Balmain South, and embarked on a brief, stormy family life. It remains unclear whether Annie realized that her husband was not a man. Neighbours later reported that the pair quarreled frequently, particularly after Falleni's daughter Josephine reappeared.
While young Harry Birkett was away from home, the Crawfords celebrated the Eight-Hour Day holiday in 1917 with a picnic at Chatswood. Mrs Crawford did not return. On 2 October a woman's body was discovered, charred beyond recognition and apparently battered. Crawford did not report his wife missing; rather he claimed that she had left him.
Josephine moved out and, selling the household goods, Crawford moved to inner Sydney with his stepson. On 29 September 1919 at Canterbury registry office Harry Leo Crawford, a widower and a mechanical engineer, married Elizabeth King Allison. The groom's parents were given as Harry Crawford, ship-owner, and Elizabeth Falleni. By 1920 the body at Chatswood had been identified as Annie Crawford and police tracked down her husband. Arrested on suspicion of murder on 5 July, Crawford asked to be held in the women's cells.
The press relished the revelation. Sydney's 'man-woman' created a sensation. At his preliminary hearing in July 1920 the defendant appeared in men's clothes. At the trial for murder in October, however, the accused sat in the dock dressed as a woman. The Crown argued that Falleni had perpetrated 'sex fraud' and had killed to cover her deception.
The defense countered that she was innocent and merely a 'congenital invert'. Falleni was convicted and condemned to death, but her sentence was commuted. Released from Long Bay prison in February 1931 she assumed the name 'Jean Ford' and worked as a landlady. She was living at Paddington when she was struck by a motorcar in Oxford Street on 9 June 1938. Falleni died of her injuries the following day in Sydney Hospital and was buried with Anglican rites in Rookwood cemetery.
Speculation about Falleni's identity and guilt did not stop with her death. At her 1920 trial her daughter had testified: 'My mother has always gone about dressed as a man'. Since then doctors, psychiatrists, journalists, endocrinologists, feminists, playwrights, film makers and historians have tried to make sense of Falleni. They have labeled her variously as a sexual hermaphrodite, a homosexual, a masquerader, a person with misplaced atoms, a sex pervert, a passing woman, a transgendered man, and as gender dysphoric. Falleni proclaimed her innocence of the murder but never explained what induced her to live as a man.
QUADROON BALLS: (SOCIAL EVENTS DESIGNED TO MATCH CREOLE WOMEN WITH RICH WHITE MEN)
The first Quadroon Ball was held in 1805. The balls disbanded when interracial laws were relaxed. Yet, we've been informed that Quadroon Balls have re-emerged (discreetly) in the South-under another name.
by: Eleanor Early
The most beautiful Quadroon was the colored wife of a Negro diplomat from Haiti, a pale girl with skin like gardenias. She attended the President's Palace in Port-au-Prince. Her eyes were purple (violet). Her maiden name was Dumas, and she was descended of the great Alexander Dumas (author of The Three Musketeers).
The first ball, was a coming-out party sponsored by Quadroon mothers to introduce their daughters to white men, was called Bal de Cordon Bleu, and it was by this name that the balls were always known among the Creoles. After the Americans came to town they were more generally called Quadroon Balls.
October was the beginning of the Creoles' social season and there were Quadroon balls, as there were white balls, nearly every night until Ash Wednesday. The hostesses were always free women of color who had been the mistresses of white men, and the girls they brought out were always the illegitimate daughters of white men.
The purpose of the balls was to display the youth and beauty of the girls in order to find rich protectors for them. Guests without exception were white men. No white woman would have dreamed of attending. No man of questionable color would have dared set foot inside the door.
"Colored" girls were all shades of brown, and some were white. there were lascivious beauties with dusky skins and sooty lashes, who rubbed pomade on their chestnut hair to keep it flat, and there were girls whose blue-black hair was straight as an Indian's.
It has been said that the Quadroon mothers bartered their girls into concubinage, and sold them like slaves.
If children were born of the affair, there was no question about their support. A Creole gentleman always provided for his sons and daughters. This was the accepted thing, and there were seldom scandals. Arrangements were made when the man was a youth, and the girl was about sixteen. Although the affairs usually terminated with marriage, there were many aristocratic Creoles who maintained two households to the day they died.
Girls never deserted a "protector" or betrayed him. Sometimes, when their lovers left them, the Quadroons committed suicide. Many remained "widows" and often removed to the country. The majority probably made other connections. Sometimes they married colored men. But it is doubtful if any colored man ever knew a beautiful, high-class Quadroon until a white man was through with her.
Many colored men married the former mistresses of white men. They often had their children educated in France, and many of them became wealthy and had slaves of their own. White men sometimes sent their discarded mistresses into the country, comfortably endowed with means to pursue the pleasant Creole custom of enjoying life. The women took their children with them, married colored men and had more children. And so it happened that half-brothers and sisters sometimes varied in color from almost white to very dark.
A white man from the North went to Pointe Coupée where he met a Quadroon. He fell in love with her and wanted to marry her. But as marriages between white and colored persons were forbidden, the white man opened a vein in his arm with a pen knife, pricked the girl's finger and squeezed a drop of blood into his vein. He swore that he had Negro blood in him, and the marriage took place. On the record they both signed as Negroes. Edna Ferber used this true story for her plot in "Show Boat."
A Duke of Saxe-Weimar-Eisenbach . . . was most favorably impressed by the Quadroons. He visited New Orleans in 1825 and attended a Quadroon Ball where he danced with the girls, and met their mothers. The duke, who was a brother-in-law of William IV (the uncle of Queen Victoria) said the Quadroons were "the most beautiful women in the world."
BEFORE DUKE ELLINGTON & QUINCY JONES: "MUSIC PIONEER MURDERED BY BAND MEMBER"
James Reese Europe (22 February 1881 – 9 May 1919) was a ragtime and early jazz bandleader, arranger, and composer.
He was the leading figure on the African American music scene of New York City in the 1910s.
Europe was known for his outspoken personality and unwillingness to bend to musical conventions, particularly in his insistence on playing his own style of music. He responded to criticism by saying,” We have developed a kind of symphony music that, no matter what else you think, is different and distinctive, and that lends itself to the playing of the peculiar compositions of our race…My success had come…from a realization of the advantages of sticking to the music of my own people.” And later, “We colored people have our own music that is part of us. It’s the product of our souls; it’s been created by the sufferings and miseries of our race.
His "Society Orchestra" became nationally famous in 1912.
During World War I Europe, Europe obtained a Commission in the New York Army National Guard, where he saw combat as a lieutenant with the 369th Infantry Regiment (the "Harlem Hellfighters"). He went on to direct the regimental band to great acclaim.
After his return home in February 1919 he stated, “I have come from France more firmly convinced than ever that Negroes should write Negro music. We have our own racial feeling and if we try to copy whites we will make bad copies.
On the night of May 9, 1919 Europe performed for the last time. He had been feeling extremely ill all day, but wanted to continue on with the concert (which was to be the first of three in Boston’s Mechanics Hall). During the intermission Europe went to have a talk with two of his drummers, Steve and Herbert Wright.
After criticizing some of their behavior (walking off stage during others’ performances) Herbert became very agitated and threw his drumsticks down in a seemingly unwarranted outburst of anger. He claimed Europe didn’t treat him well and that he was tired of getting blamed for others’ mistakes. He lunged for Europe with a pen knife and was able to successfully stab Europe in the neck. Europe told his band to finish the set and he would see them the next morning. It would be the last time they saw him alive.
News of Europe’s death spread fast to a stunned public.
Europe was granted the first ever public funeral for an African American in the city of New York.
At the time of his death he was the best-known African American bandleader in the United States. He is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.
Gladys Knight: I was introduced to Myra Walters by Sammy Davis, Jr. I started attending card parties at her house in Laurel Canyon.
She also hosted poker parties. She knew a wide range of people. Some of the regulars included jazz and blues celebrities.
Poker Club Members: Lucille Ball, Dionne Warwick, Leslie Uggams and Carmen McRae. We were a wild bunch!
Carmen McRae was one of the most versatile cursers I've ever known. Usually, we would start off with Carmen cursing out everyone who had not called or visited her since the last card game. She'd get to cussing folks out, telling us how were all no damn good, and we'd have to let her go on for a while before she would finally run out of cuss words and names to call us.
"Okay, you bitches, let's play," she'd say, and then we'd be off and running!
Lucy was a big card player. Myra used to go to Palm Springs and play with her. She was serious about her cards so she wasn't "on" as far as being funny all the time, but she definitely got a kick out of us and she let us know when we weren't playing fast enough or if someone did something stupid. "You might as well take your money out of the pot right now because you sure as hell aren't going to win anything," she'd say, taking a long drag on her cigarette.
We'd have some big pots with serious money going, especially when we played Black Mariah, which is a killer game where the pot keeps building and building. It was usually a $10 ante to get in and we would usually have five or six players. The most I ever took home was about $3,000 or $4000. Myra won $4,000 or $5,000 a couple times. She lost that a few times too.
I got serious about gambling when I started playing baccarat. But I couldn't play without being bothered by fans. So the Pit Boss had the table roped off. Playing baccarat was like something out of a James Bond film. It looked elegant, a rich person's game.
A few months later, I went to one of Dionne's concerts at the Hilton in Las Vegas. After the show, she and her then husband invited me to hang out with them. To my surprise, they did their dining at the baccarat table. There was even a buffet. Great, I could gain weight and lose money at the same time-the perfect vice.
Soon, gambling became my traveling passion. I played all the casinos in Vegas as well as those across Europe, in the Bahamas, and in Puerto Rico. In San Juan, the Caribe Hilton was my lucky spot. In Reno, I would play the mini-baccarat tables and take home $40,000-$50,000 per night.
In truth, I was quickly losing my control. At first I could maneuver well enough to handle that much cash and pay it back, but then I started falling behind. I would get calls from the casinos gently reminding me of my unpaid balance.
I begin to abandon all of my responsibilities to stay at the tables in Vegas. One night I was on a winning streak. I took a break and went to the ladies room. When I came out of the stall, their was a woman there. She started talking and pleading with me. She was begging me for gambling money.
She was pathetic and I saw myself in her desperation. I told myself that I had reached that point, but like her, I was living from stake to stake, game to game.
I came to lose $45,000 in one night. The croupiers were advising me to take a break or go home but I kept playing until I lost it all.
The next day I contacted Gamblers Anonymous.
"NATALEE HOLLOWAY'S ALLEGED KILLER-HAVING GAY ROMANCE WITH HIT MAN?"
Natalee Holloway's suspected killer Joran Van Der Sloot is a closet homosexual who had his first sex romp with another guy and is now enjoying gay sex in prison as the "galpal" of a vicious hit man according to sources and the new book: "Portrait Of A Monster."
Locked away in Peru's hellish Castro Castro prison while awaiting trial for the murder of Stephany Flores, Joran, 24, has reportedly been trading gay sexual favors with other prisoners for protection.
Allegedly, the 6 foot-5 Dutchman is no stranger to gay love, in fact, he and his male buddies allegedly engaged in gang sex sessions during their early teens in Aruba.
Joran also enjoyed one-on-one sex acts with a male friend and one of his first sexual experiences was with a male friend who had performed oral sex on him.
In prison, Joran is reportedly the "girlfriend" of a Colombian hit man who was convicted of murdering a wealthy Peruvian woman in 2006.
Joran has also been passed around for other inmates to enjoy.
THE UNEXPLAINED: (2 TEENAGE TODDLERS-THE KIDS WHO CAN'T GROW!)
This brother and sister might look like cute primary school children but they are actually grown-up teenagers aged 18 and 16. Shockingly Azad Singh and his sister Laxmi Yadav have not grown at all since they were five or six and still look like little kids.
Neither of the pair, who live in Haryana, India, have been through puberty due to a rare hormone disorder.
The pair face being trapped in children's bodies for their rest of their lives as treatment in the form of hormone injections would normally be given before the age of 16 or 17.
A simple, one-year, course of hormones costing just $18 per day could have allowed them to grow in height and develop sexually.
But the teens parents have always been too poor to fund the injections.
(REAL LIFE VAMPIRE/CANNIBAL KILLER)
An evil killer who gnawed on his dying victims' faces and drank blood from their necks while they were still alive will spend his entire life in prison.
A petty thief identified as 26-year-old Jan O (1st photo) confessed his vampire and cannibal perversions in the deaths of a girl named Nina, 14, (3rd photo) and her 13-year-old friend Tobias (2nd photo). Both teens were strangled, stabbed with a knife and cut with a beer bottle five days apart in Bodenfield, Germany.
Intent first on raping Nina, Jan admitted he chewed off parts of her face and drank her blood from a neck wound before she was dead. "I didn't want sex anymore, but only flesh and blood," he confessed. "Addicted" to the taste, he repeated the horror on long-haired Tobias after mistaking him for a girl.
Prosecutor Jens Mueller says Jan's "vampiristic and cannibalistic" tendencies triggered him to commit the excessively violent and unimaginable dimension of injustice that shocked the nation.
"FIVE YEARS BEFORE ROSA PARKS A BLACK SOLDIER WAS MURDERED FOR NOT GIVING UP HIS SEAT"
Rosa Parks is remembered as the person whose refusal to move sparked the Montgomery Bus Boycott in 1955. But countless dozens of other black people just as courageously stood up to the same indignities before her. One of them was Thomas Edward Brooks, who lost his life for doing so.
Brooks, a uniformed soldier in the United States Army, boarded a Montgomery bus through the front door in August of 1950. Black passengers had been forced to board through the rear door.
Brooks refused to exit the bus and re-enter through the rear door, including after a police officer entered the bus and ordered him to. When the officer clubbed him over the head and started dragging him to the door, Brooks tore himself free and ran off the bus. The officer shot him in the back, killing him.
At the time, the authorities justified the killing as self-defense and then swept it under the rug. But you can bet that the black population of Montgomery was very much aware of this event and many more like it. It’s what pushed the population to engage itself so fully in the bus boycott. When Parks refused to move from her seat, it wasn’t the first time a black person was arrested, if not beaten, or killed. But the black population of Montgomery had decided that they were going to put an end to it.
The history books ignore Brooks and people like him. But Parks herself always insisted that there were many, many heroes in Montgomery and throughout the South, who refused to submit to this terror. It was only through their combined action and determination that the terror was overthrown.
"FIRST BLACK OWNED AUTOMOBILE COMPANY-THE BLACK HENRY FORD"
Charles Rich Patterson was born a slave in Greenfield, Ohio and developed the first black-owned automobile company in the United States. Patterson's success started after he ran away in 1865 and became a blacksmith. He worked to build a profitable carriage-making company until his death in 1910.
By 1916, Patterson’s son, Frederick Douglass Patterson, built his first vehicle from his father’s work, the Patterson-Greenfield. The company, C.R. Patterson & Sons, carried the slogan “If it’s a Patterson, it’s a good one.”
Frederick Douglass Patterson not only helped his father’s company thrive, but he had made history as the first black football player at Ohio State University.
The engine of C.R. Patterson & Sons' first vehicle was a 30hp-four from Continental with full floating rear axle, demountable rims and an electric lighting system. The vehicles were said to be more efficient than the Model T. The cars cost about $850 each and reached speeds up to 50 miles per hour.
C.R. Patterson & Sons produced over 100 vehicles. Only four years later did the company switch to producing bodies for commercial vehicles. Fred Patterson led the division that made hearses, buses, ice trucks, bakery and milk trucks. He partnered with Ford, Chevrolet and Dodge to use their chassis. The company became so powerful, they were able to sell and ship vehicles to Haiti.
C.R. Patterson & Sons thrived until it was destroyed by the Great Depression in the 1930s. Unfortunately, none of the vehicles survived to archive, and little was known about the success of the Patterson family until discoveries were made after the millennium. Some of their horse-drawn wagons still exist.
Source: Erica Johnson
What did Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, Donny Hathaway, Roberta Flack and Bill Cosby have in common? They shared the same hair stylist-James Finney (no photo available).
James Finney was the first black celebrity hairstylist in Hollywood. He commanded and received $1,500 for a hair trim. A full cut was priced at $2,000 dollars. He lived the jet set lifestyle and traveled all over the world (film locations-concert tours) to service clients. He also resided in a gated community and drove expensive cars.
Finney also styled women's hair. Clients included: Women on the Cosby Show and Roberta Flack.
James Finney started off as an personal assistant/chauffeur for Miles Davis yet Jimi Hendrix gave him his big break. He also traveled to Europe with Hendrix.
Finney was privy to (four decades) of Black Hollywood secrets. He was contemplating writing a tell all at the time of his death.
Out of respect for his family, we won't reveal the cause of death.
"ALLEGED TRAFFICKER NOW LINKED TO FORMER NBA STAR"
Several urban blogs reported a few months ago that alleged trafficker Warren Braithwaite (center) was linked to Jamie Foxx and Lady Gaga, now he's linked to former NBA star/current coach-Mark Jackson.
Newly named, yet-to-coach-one-game for the Golden State Warriors-Mark Jackson (above) has been tied to Warren Braithwaite, a man arrested in June by the DEA in an interstate drug ring bust. The same report ties Lady Gaga and Jamie Foxx to the same man.
Braithwaite’s been accused of being the kingpin of a massive marijuana distribution chain that brought drugs in from Mexico into Arizona for wider distribution. He remains in jail awaiting trial.
Jackson took Braithwaite to a news conference on June 10 — just 4 days before Braithwaite’s arrest — when he announced his decision to leave broadcasting and accept the coaching job.
Braithwaite was also involved at the True Love Worship Center International, in Van Nuys, Calif., a ministry helmed by Jackson and his wife. (Note: Braithwaite was the head usher.)
While the Warriors had no comment, Jackson says he has “not seen one piece of evidence that Brother Warren is the person police say he is. Our prayers, thoughts and love are for Warren and his family.”
Jackson was not alone. Braithwaite had business dealings with Dr. Dre and others, according to reports. He’s apparently well known in Hollywood circles.
Jackson adds: I’m not taking any high moral ground here. Braithwaite has not been convicted of anything. Also, even if he is guilty, it is possible that Jackson (a very religious man) knew nothing of what was happening. But it’s not the best way to start out one’s tenure as a new head coach of an organization trying to change its image.
(ACTOR RICHARD LAWSON ESCAPED DEATH-5 TIMES!)
Richard Lawson was married to a female relative of Berry Gordy, they had two kids, one of the kids is actress Bianca Lawson (below).
Bianca Jasmine Lawson was born in Los Angeles, California. She is the daughter of Denise Gordy and actor Richard Lawson. Bianca is also the great niece of Motown founder Berry Gordy.
Lawson started acting at the age of nine. She has appeared in commercials for Barbie and Revlon and in several television shows. On Buffy the Vampire Slayer she portrayed Kendra Young, another Vampire Slayer who is activated as a result of the temporary death of title character, Buffy Summers, in the first season finale.
She has also appeared on The WB's Dawson's Creek, where she portrayed Nikki Green, the daughter of the high school's new principal and competitor of the show's title character Dawson Leery. She has had roles in Saved by the Bell: The New Class and films such as "Save the Last Dance," and Breakin' All the Rules. She also appeared in the ABC/WB series "Sister, Sister," as Ronda Coley. She also appeared on "The Parent Hood" and "The Steve Harvey Show."
In December 2009, Lawson joined the cast as Maya St. Germain in the TV series "Pretty Little Liars," based on the book series by Sara Shepard. Lawson also appeared as Emily Bennett in "The Vampire Diaries."
Richard Lawson Backstory:
Actor Richard Lawson knew almost immediately that this was no soap opera. For just before the ice-laden air-plane lifted off the ground, he had for the fifth time in his life a premonition of his death. And alarm turned to terror as the Fokker F-28 jet shuddered and crashed into the icy waters of Flushing Bay at New York's LaGuardia Airport.
Because of a quirk of fate and a last-minute change in his seating, Lawson survived the crash that killed 27 of the 51 aboard USAir Flight 405. And in the weeks that followed--weeks filled with excruciating pain and nightmares--he recalled with relief and not a little wonder that the horrifying incident of being strapped to a seat and submerged in bone-chilling water was but the latest in five eyeball-to-eyeball confrontations with death.
Interestingly and significantly, the star of the ABC-TV soap opera "All My Children," seemed a little dazed that the nearness of death did not affect him as it has affected others. His life did not flash before his eyes, as many in similar situations have recalled. Nor did he experience a sudden religious conversion. Perhaps, as in four previous incidents, it simply wasn't his time.
Although he couldn't shrug off the harrowing LaGuardia crash, he philosophically filed it away with the strange series of near-death experiences that have marked and marred his life.
The series started, in a way, in the fateful month of March when he was born prematurely on March 7, 1947, in Loma Linda, Calif., while his mother was on a trip. Brought up in the Bay Area, he attended Riverside College in Southern California. He left school to start a furniture hauling business, but aborted the venture when he was drafted during the Vietnam War. As an Army medic, Lawson served for 21 months, earning a Purple Heart.
It was during that tour of duty--24 years ago and in the same month of the March 22 LaGuardia crash--that the TV star had his first brush with death. On March 7, 1968, his 21st birthday, the medic, fresh from the streets of Oakland, found himself in the middle of a heavy fire fight on a Vietnam battlefield.
"I didn't want to die," the actor recalls. "It was my birthday, my 21st birthday, and I didn't want to celebrate it with a bullet. This particular day was memorable because we were in the middle of a heavy fire fight and although I had faced death almost every day, I was especially frightened because I didn't want to die on my birthday. Bullets were flying all around me. I was afraid of dying. That day was the most frightening for me. I didn't want to do anything. I was really scared." Fortunately for him, the Lawson luck held, and the bullets passed him by.
When Lawson returned to the states in 1969, he enrolled at Chabot College, but left a year later to pursue his acting career. One of Hollywood's few Black leading men, he won critical acclaim for his work on the the television dramas Dynasty and The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd and in the films Poltergeist, Coming Home and The Main Event.
An acting job for an Austrailian television series took Lawson to the land Down Under in the 1970s, where he had a second brush with death. "I was meeting some people in a pub with the producer of the show," he said later, "and I was getting ready to cross the street. I didn't see any cars coming, so I ran across the street. I almost got to the other side when all of a sudden I heard my producer screaming, 'Richard! Richard!' And you could hear in his voice that whatever he was screaming about was impending doom. Then I heard the screech from tires and the sound of a horn as a car passed within an inch of me. It was so close that I could almost feel it, as if it were passing through my clothes. His yelling made the difference."
Lawson's string of good fortune continued in 1980 when he suffered injuries in a car crash while tooling around Los Angeles. "I was driving my Volkswagen convertible and got hit broadside from the blindside on the driver's side," he recalls. "The impact bent me in half and my head hit the door. The left side of my head hit the driver's door with the window down. If the window had been up, the side of my face would have been in the glass. The impact knocked me out of the car. I woke up in the hospital looking at a bright light and three White people with white coats on. I had only separated some ribs and had a hip injury."
The earlier near-death experiences were freak accidents, but Lawson says his fourth brush was linked directly to his addiction to cocaine. "I am," he says, "a recovering cocaine addict. In 1983, I almost died from a drug overdose. I thought I was having a heart attack. I went into a convulsive state. I almost couldn't call the paramedics because I couldn't get my hand on the phone to dial 911. But I finally did and when the paramedics came, my heart rate was up to 184 beats a minute. That was as fast as my heart could beat."
Although that episode was a major warning for Lawson, he lapsed back into addictive cocaine use. His salvation, he says, was "the Lord within me." He recalls that "on April 13, 1983, I was with a friend and in him I saw a place where I didn't want to be. We were both on the same road, but he was a bit further. I didn't want to be where he was because I saw him dying. That's when I made a decision to get help. He died almost a year later."
Those drug-related experiences led Lawson to read everything he could on addictive, compulsive and obsessive behavior. He soon began working as a drug counselor. For several years, he has served as a counselor and consultant to the 23 teams represented by the National Basketball Association's Players' Association.
In fact, he was on his way to do some work for the Cleveland Cavaliers when he booked a seat on the ill-fated Flight 405 from LaGuardia. "I decided to go to Cleveland Sunday night to beat the snowstorm," he says. "I didn't want to be snowed in Monday."
Even though he had flown countless times, Lawson says he had a very bad feeling once he got on the plane.
"I knew it was going to crash," he says. "But then I talked myself out of it before we left the gate. When they closed the door, it was like, 'Well, I'm here.' I didn't have enough power to say, 'Turn this around.'"
It was impossible to pinpoint the source of his bad vibrations, he says. But since he had felt them so many times before, it was impossible for him to dismiss them. "During the taxiing," he recalls, "part of my brain was trying to convince the other side that I was being paranoid and foolish."
But he wasn't. The jetliner rolled down runway 12, but barely got 50 feet off the ground before it abruptly turned left and dived upside down into the freezing bay. "That's when I saw an orange flash of explosion out of the window," he says. "The plane felt like it slipped and we went into a tumble of some kind. You could hear the sound of tearing metal. And we settled. When it all settled and stopped, I was upside down in the water. I felt pinned in because there were things on top of me. It felt like a car fell on top of me. Something told me to stop struggling and just be calm and die in peace, die in peace."
The thought of quietly acquiescing to death only lasted a moment or two. Then another, more powerful voice, told him to fight. "I undid my seat belt and began to move things off me," he says. "Then I found myself popping to the surface gasping for air. I had swallowed a lot of jet fuel and water. A hand came down and said 'Let me help you.' I gave my hand and they pulled me through the hole."
As soon as Lawson was out of the hole, the worker did a double-take and asked, "'Aren't you on All My Children?' It was sort of like, 'Welcome to the real world.'"
Although he had only been on the daytime drama for two months at the time of the accident, it was long enough for a ticket agent to recognize him and upgrade his ticket from coach to first class, a serendipitous act that proved crucial to his survival. "It was because of "All My Children," that I was able to change seats to first class from 6A to 1F." At least one passenger in row six, the row to which Lawson was originally assigned, died in the fiery crash.
With the fifth life-threatening episode behind him, Lawson, the divorced father of two, is able to reflect and place his entire life in perspective. "The Lord just wasn't ready for me yet," he reflects. "Evidently he has work for me to do. I'm thankful that I didn't have to go like that because that's not the way I envisioned myself going. Ideally, I'd like to go as an old man. The Lord must want me to stay here pretty tough because he has brought me back five times." He adds:
"I need to continue expanding on what I'm doing. I feel strength and elation from being validated by the Lord. He is looking out for me. I'm on top of the world."
Source: Johnson Publications
TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY (THE SUPERSTAR THAT NEVER WAS)
Terence Trent D'Arby's debut album "The Hardline According To Terrence Trent D'Arby,"sold a million copies the first week. It would go on to sell a mind boggling 14 million units. The entire album was written, arranged and produced by D'Arby. D'Arby had all the makings of a superstar (talent, looks and production).
D'Arby was so adaptive-he didn't learn how to play instruments until his late 20's. He would eventually master the guitar and piano.
He was also a decent performer with unique dance moves.
So why did his career come to an abrupt end?
Many theorize, he was too boastful (like Kanye) and damaged his career when he said his work was better than the Beatles (Sgt. Pepper) album. He was also quoted as saying, he was a better singer and performer than his friend Prince.
Prior to releasing his second album, he allegedly said Marvin Gaye came to him in a dream and supplied him with the lyrics. Sadly, the album tanked and D'Arby disappeared from the public eye.
When he re-emerged, he had changed his name and was selling his music through a website.
This former Golden Gloves boxer currently resides in Europe with his girlfriend. He lives comfortably off his songwriting and publishing royalties.
"BLACK JAZZ SINGER/MODEL-INDIRECTLY LINKED TO BLACK DAHLIA MURDER"
Madi Comfort, a black jazz singer and model who appeared on the cover of Life Magazine has an infamous connection to one of the country's most infamous crimes-the "Black Dahlia murder."
Elizabeth Short was found mutilated, her body severed at the waist, on Jan. 15, 1947, in Leimert Park in Los Angeles.
The local papers dubbed it the Black Dahlia murder.
Short's friends had come to call her "Black Dahlia," inspired by her dark hair, a penchant for wearing black lacy clothing and the popularity of the film, "Blue Dahlia."
Madi Comfort, who died at age 79 of a heart attack in June 2003 after living for a decade in Whittier, was said to have been seen with main suspect, Dr. George Hodel, prior to the murder.
Madi Comfort was a major witness and friend/lover of Dr. George Hill Hodel.
DA Files locked away for five decades and recently released contain the actual investigative notes that indicate detectives had in their possession some nude photographs of Madi Comfort with Dr. Hodel.
In their 1950 follow-up investigation they located Mady and she verified that she was aware that George Hodel and Elizabeth “Black Dahlia” Short, “were acquainted and knew each other.”
Madi was the inspiration for the Duke Ellington’s song “Satin Doll.” She was often pursued by famous men of all races.
Dr. George Hodel was the patriarch of the Hodel family when the above photo was taken. The rumors and stories surrounding this controversial physician, who died in 1999 at the age of 91, continue to spark the interest of anyone interested in the macabre.
In addition to being a physician, he was in the Navy, drove a limo, played the piano, and was an expert in venereal disease. He was mysterious, charming, manipulative with an IQ reported to be close to 200.
In 1949, he was accused by his 14 year old daughter, Tamar, of sexual intercourse. After a sensational incest trial in which he was acquitted of all charges, he stayed away from his daughter but kept a watchful eye from a distance on his family.
In addition to the incest accusation, Dr. Hodel was investigated for the murder in one of the most controversial unsolved mysteries of the Twentieth Century – the murder of Elizabeth Short, also known as The Black Dahlia.
"Madi never talked about her connection to the murder," said former Whittier, CA-Mayor Allan Zolnekoff, who was a friend of the late chanteuse.
He was surprised to find out recently about the link from Myra Hilliard, executive director of the Whittier Museum.
Comfort, who also sang with Frank Sinatra and Duke Ellington, had an even stronger bond to Whittier than to the high-profiled murder.
Comfort's aunt, Matti Huff, was a member of the first black family in Whittier.
In her later years, she took art classes at Rio Hondo College, and even had a show at the Whittier Art Gallery.
"I would love to have one of her paintings," Zolnekoff said.
As mayor, he pushed for Madi Comfort Day in Whittier in the early 2000s.
"STRANGE & BIZARRE DISAPPEARANCE OF 2 BLACK CHILDREN AT THE SAME LOCATION-AT THE SAME TIME "
Details of Disappearance:
LeMoine Jordan Allen's (1st photo) family traveled to the Woodville, Mississippi area on May 10, 1992 to attend a Mother's Day church service and dinner. The family lived in Edgard, Louisiana at the time.
Allen was last seen playing in front of the Jimmy Jackson Grocery Store at approximately 4:00 p.m. with his friend Kreneice Jones (2nd photo).
The store was approximately four miles east of Woodville, Mississippi on Highway 24. Both children disappeared and have not been seen again.
An unidentified blue compact car with a false convertible top, chrome hubcaps and dark-tinted windows was seen in the area at the time the children vanished. It is not known if the vehicle is connected to their disappearances.
Allen and Jones's families were friends. The children were at the grocery with twenty other people. Allen was there with relatives he lived with in Edgard, Louisiana, and Jones was there with her father; her parents had separated.
The children's cases remain unsolved.
The stage name Tammi Terrell was inspired by the fame of Dorothy Dandridge and Marilyn Monroe.
Berry Gordy was a huge Dandridge & Monroe fan. Gordy thought it was unique that the reigning sex symbols had the same initial for the their first name and surname.
He decided to rename Thomasina Montgomery-Tammi Terrell.
Tammi Terrell preferred male friendship over female friendship (with the exception of Claudette Robinson-Smokey Robinson's ex). Marvin Gaye was considered her best friend but Jim Brown and Flip Wilson were also close friends and confidant's. Brown and Wilson were often seen at the hospital when Tammi was fighting for her life.
Philadelphia always welcomed Tammi with open arms, her popularity at home had soared. Tammi and Tina Turner became close friends when she shared the same bill with Ike & Tina at "Uptown." Tammi was also close to the Supreme's.
After the shows, the performers would go to a little row house located across the street from the Uptown's stage door.
They served soul food there that was so delicious, your knees would shake.
The performers would play cards and drink until the wee hours of the morning. This is where Tammi's sister (Ludie) began her special friendship with Stevie Wonder.
NOSTALGIA: (STORIES BEHIND THE CLASSICS)
You Make Me Feel Brand New:
"You Make Me Feel Brand New," was written during the time (songwriter) Linda Creed was engaged to be married.
Creed took the song to Thom Bell, she said, "Bell, I got it. I wrote it just for you." He replied: "Yeah, okay Creed, let's hear it."
Linda Creed began to sing, but when she got to the words "God bless you," Bell told her to stop right there. "Are we going to church here?" he shouted.
Creed broke down in tears. "I wrote it for you, Bell," she sobbed, "because you are my buddy, you're my pal."
Creed later told her parents how Bell refused to even listen to the entire song. Later, Creed's father convinced Bell to at least listen to his daughter's work, after which Bell realized the song did have merit.
"Okay, just this once we'll write something about God," he told his distraught partner."
"But if there's a backlash from this, just remember I told you not to do it."
The song was a smash and reached number five on Billboard's R&B charts and number two on the Hot 100 in the spring of 1974. It would become one of the biggest hits written by Linda Creed and Thom Bell.
Thom Bell had something special in mind for "Sadie," when he set aside an entire evening just to do one lead vocal.
That night, the only Spinner in the studio was Phillipe Wynne.
Bell gave the command to "roll tape" and Wynne sang the song, "from beginning to end, without a stop, without a punch-in, without anything."
When Wynne had finished the emotion-filled take, everyone in the studio was on the verge of tears.
Everyone but Thom Bell, that is.
Bell said: "Phillipe, that was really good," coaxed Bell. "Let's try one more."
Again, Wynne sang the song from beginning to end without stopping. At that point, everyone was crying (Thom Bell included).
Bell said: "All right Phillipe, that was really great, but I want you to do another one."
At that point, the emotionally spent singer objected, saying he had poured his heart and soul out on the previous takes.
"You can do it," Bell beguilingly cajoled the now distraught Wynne. "Do another one."
Wynne did a third take without interruption. With everyone still in tears, Bell beckoned Wynne to the control room.
He then turned to another producer and said, "Okay, take number two, that's the one!"
Midnight Train To Georgia:
Gladys Knight: Before we left Motown, we had collected a batch of songs we liked. There was one song we liked a great deal, but the lyrics just weren't clicking for us. In the original version of the song, the lyrics had a woman deliberating on whether to follow her man, a singer who was giving up on his dreams of stardom and taking a late night plane flight out of L.A., back home to Houston and a simpler place in time.
We liked the tune, but just as I had trouble fitting into the role of a brassy man-hunter in "If I Were Your Woman," I couldn't identify with either flying in a plane or going home to Houston. I didn't know anyone in Houston at the time.
So, Bubba and I worked with the songwriter (rewriting the lyrics) so I would be more comfortable with them.
Once we had it all together, we took it to the studio to record it. That night, we all worked some magic. While I stood in the glass recording booth. Bubba sat in the engineer's console. When I got to the end of the song, he began improvising the lyrics. Everything he sang, I repeated: My World, My world, His world, His world, My man, His girl, I've Got To Go.
"Great," said Bubba. "Now, when you get to the 'I got to go,' part, I want you to go way up.
He rewound the tape and played it back to that part of the song. Just as it reached the phrase, Bubba got out of his chair and pointed to the ceiling. I went up just as he indicated. Bubba loved it and so did the rest of the guys in the studio. People were standing up and applauding. I came out of the booth and they were high-fiving.
"Midnight Train to Georgia," went triple platinum and remains a standard.
"THE FIRST WACO HORROR"
by: J.B. Smith
On the afternoon of May 15, 1916, renowned Waco photographer Fred Gildersleeve set up his box camera on the second floor of City Hall, aiming it at a small tree below.
Under the tree, men were stacking wooden boxes for a fire. A crowd of hundreds, then thousands began to swarm.
A roaring mob rushed to the scene from the courthouse, carrying a black teenager and mutilating him with knives. The men slipped a chain over the tree and began dangling the boy over a fire, to the cheers of a crowd estimated at 15,000. The orgy of torture would continue for more than an hour, ending with the decapitated body dragged through town.
Gildersleeve had gotten advance word of the lynching of 17-year-old Jesse Washington, who was on trial that day for murdering and raping a white woman.
The 35-year-old photographer joined the mayor and police chief in the mayor's office to watch the afternoon's spectacle. A faithful chronicler and booster of Waco, Gildersleeve was planning to sell postcards of the event.
As the grinning mob closed in on its prey, he clicked away. He burned onto film a scene that would outrage a nation and bring shame to a community known as the home of churches, colleges and cotton.
Though the atrocity on the Waco square was hardly unique for its era, the rare photos of a lynching in progress caused an international scandal. The Houston Chronicle , the New York Times and Le Monde of Paris denounced the "Waco Horror." The newly formed NAACP used it as a cause celebre for a nationwide anti-lynching campaign.
"Any talk of the triumph of Christianity, or the spread of human culture, is idle twaddle so long as the Waco lynching is possible in the United States of America," wrote W.E.B. DuBois, editor of the NAACP's newspaper.
The explosive power of the photos is such that 89 years later they have created a resurgence of interest in the case. Americans far from Waco have seen the images at the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis and in the 2000 book "Without Sanctuary: Lynching Photography in America," and a related traveling exhibit.
Now two well-researched books have appeared that investigate the case and raise disturbing questions about an event Waco would rather forget.
"The First Waco Horror: The Lynching of Jesse Washington and the Rise of the NAACP," by Houston author and publicist Patricia Bernstein, was released by the Texas A&M Press this month.
The other book is "The Making of a Lynching Culture: Violence and Vigilantism in Central Texas 1836-1916," by William Carrigan, a McLennan County native and professor of history at Rowan University in New Jersey. The book was released in the fall by the University of Illinois Press.
Meanwhile, a reporter from the Washington Post is working on yet a third book on the incident.
Carrigan, a 1989 graduate of Vanguard Preparatory School in Waco, never heard of the incident until he saw the Jesse Washington photos in a history class at the University of Texas in fall 1990. In the nearly 15 years since then, he has devoted his academic career to researching lynching in Central Texas.
"They're powerful," he said of the photos. "They stay with you in a way that the story by itself doesn't. When I saw them, I felt a range of emotions: Anger, shame, guilt and frustration. But the strongest was bewilderment.
"I grew up in rural Texas and knew people who were not ashamed of their racism. But here was something else: Thousands of people, including people like doctors and ministers, gathering to watch somebody burned alive, then having it defended in the local newspapers. That left the central question: What motivated them to do this? ... How could ordinary people lynch?"
For Waco, revived interest in the case raises still more questions: How does a community deal with atrocities committed in the distant past? What relevance does this event have to modern-day Waco, which elected a black mayor six years ago?
"THE UNEXPLAINED" (MYSTERIOUS LOCATIONS)
The Clapham Wood Mystery is the name given to a collection of unusual events which are associated with the Clapham Wood, West Sussex, England, resulting in the area developing its own lore in popular culture. Events have included reports of people making unusual sights or experiencing unusual phenomena, and of family pets disappearing or sickening. There have also been several human deaths associated with the location.
Since the 1960s the area has experienced a rash of UFO sightings, reports of people, experiencing nausea or the sensation of being pushed by unseen forces, or of witnessing patches of strange grey mist developing suddenly on pathways through the woods. Some people have also reported a strong sense of being followed.
Studies with a gieger counter have revealed slightly elevated levels of background radiation in the area, which is surprising since the area is situated on chalk which is normally low in radiation. Early photographs of the wood appear to show a large crater or depression somewhere in the wood, though now the area is highly wooded and difficult to search.
Four deaths have occurred either in or close to the woods and have since become part of the lore surrounding it. The first death was in June 1972 when police officer Peter Goldsmith disappeared while hiking in the region. His body was discovered 6 months later. The second death was that of Leon Foster whose body was discovered in August 1975. He had been missing for 3 weeks. The third death was of Reverend Harry Neil Snelling, the former vicar of Clapham. He disappeared in October 1978 and his body was not found until 3 years later. English coroners ruled open verdicts in all three cases.
The Bridgewater Triangle is an area of about 200 square miles (520 km2) within southeastern Massachusetts in the United States. Since colonial times the area has been a site of alleged paranormal phenomena, ranging from UFO and “black helicopter” sightings (including many with multiple points of corroboration including police and a local news team), to poltergeists and orbs, balls of fire and other spectral phenomena, various “bigfoot” sightings, giant snakes and ‘thunderbirds,' as well as the mutilation of cattle and other livestock.
Central to the area is the mysterious and largely untouched Hockomock Swamp, which means “the place where spirits dwell”, and which was called “The Devil’s Swamp” by early settlers. The Triangle also has been known to house several Indian burial grounds.
One of the most common phenomena reportedly observed in the area is “spooklights” or what otherwise matches the description of will-o’-the-wisp, sometimes known as ghost lights which are typically seen in boggy or swampy areas. The behavior of this phenomenon is consistent with mysterious lights allegedly observed within the Bridgewater Triangle, including those which are said to appear along train tracks every January.
"SEX CHANGE KILLER"
Robin Reid (top photo) and his accomplice, fellow Australian military personnel, Paul Luckman (now known as Nicole Louise Pearce-2nd & 3rd photo), kidnapped School boys Peter Aston and Terry Ryan on the Gold Coast, QLD on the 4 May 1982. Reid and Luckman then drove the boys at gun and knife point to Kingscliff NSW, where they were beaten and tortured, and Peter Aston was ultimately murdered.
Robin Reid was born in Hampshire, England, and migrated to Australia with his family in 1961, where they settled in Queensland. He worked in laboring and sales, and at some point developed an interest with various knives, bows and arrows. Reid joined the Army in 1972, and was stationed at Enoggera, where he met his future accomplice, 17 year old Paul Luckman. The two became close, sharing interests in weapons, violence, sexual torture fantasies, Satanism and homosexuality; Reid was given the army base nickname "Head-job Bob."
On the morning of 4 May 1982, Brisbane schoolboy Peter Aston decided to hitchhike to his hometown of Melbourne to join his brother. Peter's school friend, Terry Ryan, agreed to keep him company until he reached the Gold Coast, and then planned to go back home.
The two caught the train to Beenleigh and bought some clothes, then proceeded to hitchhike south, down the gold coast highway. After a short while they came across a yellow 4WD Daihatsu and its occupants Reid and Luckman, who offered to give the boys a lift down the coast.
Not long on the road, the two boys were threatened at knife and gunpoint by the two men, who then drove the car over the Queensland/New South Wales border, into the beach-side town of Kingscliff, where they forced the two boys out of the car and down a secluded beach track.
Reid and Luckman then bound, sexually assaulted and savagely beat the two boys. Terry was also forced by the two men to bash and assault his friend Peter. Peter Aston (above) was stabbed, tortured and eventually buried alive. By this point, Terry Ryan had reasoned with his attackers and they agreed to drive him home.
Terry later told police- "They got everything they had, put it in the car and drove off, and me too, and they drove me back home. While we were driving they told me that they were Satan worshippers and they had to do it [kill Peter Aston] for the sacrifice."
Terry Ryan immediately told his mother, who drove him to the police station to report the horrendous kidnapping, and murder of his friend. Robin Reid and Paul Luckman attempted to escape in a car they stole from a fellow army private at the Enoggera army base. The two were apprehended on the New England Highway. Further evidence and weapons were found in the pair's stolen car.
At the army base, a search was conducted of the room that Robin Reid shared with Paul Luckman. Police took possession of several of Reid’s swords, spears and counted 37 knives of different shapes and sizes. Further search among various books of gay literature and Satanism in Reid and Luckman's room revealed a photograph album containing clusters of men’s pubic hair taped onto each page. Police also found a notebook,in which one of them had handwritten essays about leading a boy down a bush track at knife point and then holding him in a headlock with a knife at his throat while he undressed him.
Robin Reid and Paul Luckman were formally charged with the murder of Peter Aston, and Reid was also charged with threatening to inflict bodily harm on Terry Ryan. They were refused bail and taken into custody.
Robin Reid was taken by police on a tour of the murder scene, where he explained in intricate detail exactly what happened on the night of the murder. Police reported he boasted proudly of sick exploits, and seemed to be immensely enjoying his "15 minutes of fame."
Although they were partners in the horrific murder, Reid and Luckman tried franticly to blame each other for the slaying. Despite both men’s attempts to lay blame on the other, Reid and Luckman were convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment.
1. In prison Robin Reid has been kept in protective custody for his own safety. Mainstream prisoners don't take kindly to men who sexually assault, torture and murder 13-year-old boys. Reid applied for a re-determination of his sentence on 26 November 1998, and was granted a maximum of life with a minimum term of 24 years. He was first eligible for parole in 2006.
2. Although deemed a child-killer, the feminine Paul Luckman was treated with more respect behind bars than Reid. He survived in prison by selling his favors to inmates in exchange for money and other prison currency, such as cigarettes and drugs. As each year passed, he became more like a woman, and in 1989, he began hormone treatment after a visiting psychiatrist assessed that, in most respects, he was more of a woman than a man.
In 1990 he had a full sex-change operation in prison and changed his name by deed poll to Nicole Louise Pearce. On 20 October 1993, Nicole had her sentence re-determined to a maximum of 24 years and a minimum of 16 years. On 26 October 1999, she was released from the Kirkconnell Correctional Center near Bathurst in NSW and moved into a house in Geelong, Victoria, amid vehement protests from the neighbors.
3. The years have not been kind to Terry Ryan, the innocent boy forced by Reid and Luckman to perform a sexual act on his best friend before burying him alive. He became a pariah, the butt of jokes and taunts by his schoolmates and the community about his involvement in the crime, which was all laid bare during the trial. He was assaulted and spat upon.
At the end of Reid and Luckman's trial, Terry attended the Wilson Youth Hospital for psychiatric assessment. He has been in and out of prison for a variety of offences, including assault and car theft. It was documented to the court in a pre-sentencing hearing that he showed anti-authoritarian behavior, lack of anger management and suffered from alcohol and drug abuse. His mother says he still suffers from nightmares and flashbacks.
"CHILD PREDATOR-KILLER/ARE THE FOLLOWING THREE CASES CONNECTED?"
Two unsolved crimes. Two boys. One murdered. One abducted. Three years apart. One thousand three hundred and three miles between them. In some ways they're very different crimes. Maybe that's why they've never been connected before. But the similarities detailed here on True Crime Diary for the first time reveal the possibility that one man committed both crimes needs to be considered.
A web site for Warner Robins, Georgia describes a town known for its “laid-back rural charm.” It's the kind of place a thirteen year-old boy could bike two blocks to the neighborhood store for a pack of gum and not feel afraid. And that's exactly what Charles “Chuckie” Mauk (above) set out to do around 8 p.m. on February 17, 1986. Less than a half hour later he was found facedown next to his bike. He still clutched a pack of gum in his hand. Blood flowed from a wound to his head and formed a pool around his body.
According to reports, Chuckie was last seen talking to a white male in a white car, most likely an Oldsmobile. They talked for several minutes. Witnesses reported hearing a sound like a car backfiring, and then the white car screeched away. The case immediately perplexed investigators. It's highly unusual for a man in a car to shoot a boy on a bike in the back of the head for no apparent reason. They ran theories. Had Chuckie accidentally seen a drug deal? Witnesses remembered seeing Chuckie and the man, but no one else.
Was the suspect in the white Oldsmobile a sexual predator? Investigators could not recall a single instance where a sexual predator had tried to abduct a child and used a gun to kill him instead.
Still, Chuckie had been shot in the back of the head. Was it possible that a sexual predator had threatened Chuckie with a gun, had demanded he get in the car or he would shoot, and Chuckie had turned to make a run for it and the man made good on his threat? No similar crimes matched that M.O. Investigators put together a composite sketch of a suspect. Leads dried up. The case went nowhere.
Fast forward three years, more than a thousand miles away, to St. Joseph, Minnesota and the night of October 22, 1989. The Jacob Wetterling (above) case stunned local residents and seasoned investigators alike because the circumstances were so unusual. St. Joseph is a small town. Two thousand people small. Jacob, his brother and a friend were on an impromptu trip to the local Tom Thumb convenience store less than a mile away. They were returning home down a little-traveled country road when a masked man emerged from the dark and threatened them at gunpoint. He demanded they get into a ditch, and looked at each of their faces carefully. He asked their ages. Then he grabbed eleven year-old Jacob and told the other two to run away and not look back, or he would shoot them. Jacob and the man disappeared, and were never seen again.
The best lead investigators had in Jacob's case was a similar abduction ten months before. Twelve year-old Jared (above), last name withheld, was grabbed by a man in nearby Cold Spring, Minnesota. Jared was sexually assaulted and then let go. In police records obtained by KARE-TV in Minnesota, Jared told police the man said he had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it.
Small towns, each about an hour from large cities, Atlanta and Minneapolis-St. Paul respectively. Eleven, twelve, thirteen year-old boys. Crimes around the same time of night, 8 p.m. and 9 p.m. A gun. In Minnesota, the threat I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it . We don't know what was said to Chuckie Mauk in Georgia, but we know the suspect had a gun, and used it.
The similarities don't end there. Below are pictures of Chuckie Mauk, Jacob Wetterling, and Jared. The resemblance is startling.
Eerie, too, are similarities in the leads. In the Chuckie Mauk case investigators were looking for a white Oldsmobile. In the Jacob Wetterling case, an alert was put out for an off-white, late-model GM car. Witnesses report that Chuckie's killer had acne scars. FBI profilers predicted Jacob's abductor might have a physical deformity - such as scarring, they said, or acne.
Is it possible that the same man who gunned down Chuckie Mauk in Warner Robins, Georgia in 1986 also assaulted Jared in Cold Spring, Minnesota and later abducted Jacob Wetterling in St. Joseph in 1989? We know criminals learn and evolve from their crimes. If it was the same man, he failed to lure Chuckie into his car, and then shot him, perhaps out of anger, or fear of being recognized. In the Jared case, he got out of his car and hauled the boy inside, demanding he pull his hat down over his face so he couldn't see. Still, Jared was able to help investigators put together a composite sketch. This must have made the anxious abductor rethink his strategy. Ten months later Jacob was taken, and never seen again.
No connection has ever been made between the Georgia and Minnesota cases until this writing, most likely because of the distance between the two cities, and lack of solid evidence connecting the crimes. And on the surface it would seem Warner Robins, Georgia and St. Joseph, Minnesota have little in common. But Internet research shows that a niche company in Warner Robins has a direct competitor in St. Cloud, Minnesota, only miles from St. Joseph. The companies describe what they do in almost exactly the same terms. It seems reasonable that someone working at the Warner Robins company wanting to make a move - maybe a quick one - could find similar employment in St. Cloud.
Warner Robins, Georgia is home to one of the largest air force bases in the United States. The Twin Cities also has ties to the Air Force. Air Reservation Station (934th Airlift wing) is located at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International airport.
Did a white male move from Warner Robins, Georgia to St. Joseph, Minnesota or that vicinity between the years 1986-1989? A long shot, maybe, but definitely worth a look.
Below are composite sketches of the suspects in the Mauk and Wetterling cases, respectively. Take away the mustache. Put on a hat. Add a few pounds.
In interviews, Chuckie and Jacob's mothers have described the pain of watching their sons' playmates grow taller, graduate from college, get married, move on with their lives, while their sons are forever little boys on bikes, leaving for a trip to the neighborhood store from which they'll never return.
It's been reported that Jacob's family hasn't moved or even changed their phone number since Jacob disappeared seventeen years ago. They still hold out hope, they admit, that he might one day come home.
Source: True Crime Diary
(PROFESSIONAL HIT DISGUISED AS ATTEMPTED ROBBERY?)
Katricia Daniels' boyfriend Joseph Williams was working an overnight shift, leaving Daniels, 36, at home with her ten year old son. The next morning, they were dead. Now Stafon Edward Thompson, 17, (3rd pic) and Brian Lee Flowers, 16, (4th pic) have been arrested in their murders.
Brian Flowers told police that Thompson killed Katricia Daniels with a knife and a golf club "because he wanted her car." Flowers also told investigators that Thompson killed Robert Shephard by smashing a TV set over the child’s head. The medical examiner’s report states that Katricia Daniels was stabbed and cut over a hundred times.
Of course, Stafon Thompson’s story is a little different. He says that Brian Flowers killed Daniels as part of a robbery – an interesting story, but it doesn’t really wash since the only thing actually taken was Daniels’ cell phone. Thompson also said that Flowers wanted ten-year-old Robert killed because he was a witness. However, Katricia Daniels’ one year old daughter was left bloodied, but alive.
It hardly matters who did the killing – the fact is, both boys were in the home when Katricia Daniels and her child were killed. Bloody spatter and hand prints were all over the home morning when Joseph Williams came home from work. He found his girlfriend dead in the bathroom, while Robert was killed in a bedroom.
The motive clearly wasn’t robbery, and it doesn’t appear that Daniels or her children were sexually assaulted. So what the hell happened?
Katricia Daniels has a fifteen year old son who lives in Chicago, and the suspects knew Daniels through that son. Some family and friends believe the murders may have been gang-related, but that doesn’t explain the extreme violence and gore of the killings. Right now, there doesn’t seem to be a clear-cut motive for Thompson and Flowers to have killed a woman who they called “Mom." There’s even less motive for the killing of an innocent young boy in his own bedroom.
Hennepin County Attorney Mike Freeman told the press, “We don’t know why this murder was committed and we may never know why. The level of violence associated with this crime is difficult to comprehend and difficult to imagine,” Freeman said.
Stafon Edward Thompson and Brian Lee Flowers were convicted of double murder and are serving a life sentence without parole.
Jean Bell (born Annie Lee Morgan on November 23, 1944 in St. Louis, Missouri) was one of the first of Playboy magazine's African American Playmates of the Month
When she appeared in the October 1969 issue of Playboy, Bell was only the second African American woman to grace the centerfold (the first was Jennifer Jackson, in March 1965). Her centerfold was photographed by Don Klumpp. A few months later, Bell became the first black person to appear on the magazine's cover. Darine Stern, who is often erroneously credited with this distinction was actually the first black woman to appear on the cover of Playboy on her own in the October 1971 issue. Bell was featured with four other playmates in the January 1970 cover of the magazine.
After Bell's appearance in Playboy, she enjoyed a brief acting career, working on such films as "Mean Streets," and "The Klansman," & "TNT Jackson,"(for some roles she was credited as Jeanne Bell).
Bell dated Richard Burton and helped him quit drinking and as a result was credited with getting him back together with Elizabeth Taylor afterwards. An Earl Wilson column in September 1975 revealed Bell's three-month friendship with the actor. She visited Burton at his villa in Céligny, Switzerland during her effort to help him "dry out." With his assistance Bell acquired a place of her own in Geneva, Switzerland. Bell's son attended the most presitigious and affluent private school in the world (located in Europe). Richard Burton allegedly paid the tuition.
Jean Bell was also involved with then millionaire John DeLorean (above). He allegedly gifted her with a DeLorean sports car, making her the first African American woman to own a DeLorean in the U.S.
SPECIAL REPORT: (WHITE NEGROES-IMITATION OF LIFE)
1. True Story: Reba Lee is a young Negro woman whose skin is almost white. Brought up in Chicago's vast colored neighborhoods, she knew quite early that something made her different from her darker family and schoolmates. Finally, grown-up and with a job, she ran away from home to another city and passed herself successfully as a white girl. Now began a difficult and tense, although fascinating, life for Reba.
Intelligent and quick-witted as well as beautiful, she soon made a circle of friends for herself; listening, watching, imitating, she began to learn the knack of living in a white world, and outwardly at least, she was as assured and poised as any of the people she met. And then she met a man and fell in love with him and he with her. They were engaged, married. Fighting to keep her hard-won happiness, the secure happiness of being a white woman married to an attractive white man, Reba kept at bay the strain of a life of constant lying and an ever-present sense of danger. Until, with the knowledge that she was pregnant, came the enveloping terror that the baby might be dark-skinned.
One evening she goes with her husband and some friends to a jazz club in Greenwich Village. There she is noticed by a black musician who knew her from Chicago.
When he approaches her familiarly, she succeeds in preventing him from blowing her cover altogether. But the obvious connection that they share bothers her husband.
Even more important to Reba than the shadow of exposure, however, is her discovery that, in the end, she did not really like living with whites—at least the ones she was around.
So Reba Lee crosses the race line once again. She divorces her husband and returns to her black relatives and friends in Chicago who, as she portrays it, accept her back without recrimination.
This true story was made into a film "Passing For White."
2. Albert Johnston, Jr., was a physician. Although Negro acquaintances were aware of his passing, and some resented it, none ever did anything to reveal his secret. One of Johnston’s brothers also passed for white. In his case, the process of passing included divorcing his Negro wife and marrying a white woman.
Yet even the divorced woman declined to reveal her passing ex-husband’s secret. As an observer declared, “so strong is the tie between all Negroes, that although they bitterly resent a Negro who has ‘gone over,’ they will nonetheless guard his secret as though it were their own, and not expose him to a white man.” In other words, paradoxically, Negro solidarity sometimes shielded Negroes who disclaimed blackness.
3. Based On A True Story: Alicia Fairchild travels south with her daughter where she attends her mother-in-law’s funeral. During the ceremony she realizes that her husband’s mother was black and that, therefore, he is black. Feeling defiled, the victim of a deception she perceives as akin to rape, Fairchild destroys her family.
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4. Black actress Janice Kingslow (above) was offered a lucrative contract from a Hollywood studio in return for her agreement to change her name and racial identity. She rejected the offer, explaining "What good is fame if I lose myself?"
"FEMALE SLAVE PASSED AS WHITE MAN-TO ESCAPE SLAVERY WITH HUSBAND"
5. Ellen Craft was born in 1826 in Clinton, Georgia to Maria, a mixed-race slave, and her wealthy planter master, Major James Smith. At least three-quarters European by ancestry, Ellen was very fair and resembled other children in her master's family, to whom she was a half-sister. Smith's wife gave the 11-year old slave Ellen as a wedding gift to her daughter Eliza Cromwell Smith to get the girl out of the household and remove the evidence of her husband's infidelity. Ellen was taken to the city of Macon after Eliza Smith married Dr. Robert Collins. Ellen grew up as a house servant to Eliza, which gave her privileged access to information about the area.
At the age of 20, Ellen married a fellow slave, William Craft, in whom her master Collins held a half interest. Craft saved money from being hired out in town as a carpenter. Not wanting to rear a family in slavery, during the Christmas season of 1848, the couple planned an escape.
Ellen planned to take advantage of her appearance to pass as white while they traveled by train and boat to the North, with William to act as her slave and personal servant. To carry out this plan, Ellen also had to pass as male (above-pic), since a single white woman would not have been traveling alone with a male slave in those years. She cut her hair and bought appropriate clothes, traveling in jacket and trousers. She wore her right arm in a sling to hide the fact that she did not know how to write. They traveled to nearby Macon for a train to Savannah. Although the Crafts had several close calls along the way and neither could read nor write, they were successful in evading detection. On December 21, they boarded a steamship for Philadelphia, where they arrived early on the morning of Christmas Day.
Aided by their supporters, the Crafts decided to escape to England, where slavery had been abolished in 1833. They traveled from Portland, Maine overland to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where they boarded the Cambria, bound for Liverpool. As William later recounted in their memoir, "It was not until we stepped ashore at Liverpool that we were free from every slavish fear."
The Crafts spent 19 years in England, where they had five children together.
In 1890 the Crafts moved to Charleston, South Carolina to live with their daughter Ellen. The elder Ellen Craft died in 1891, and William in 1900.
(ADDITIONAL HAARP FACILITIES-OVERSEAS?)
According To Conspiracy Theorists: HAARP has been replicated in other countries. Allegedly, Russia has a similar facility to HAARP (that has existed since the 1980's) and Arecibo, Puerto Rica has a HAARP array.
Conspiracy Theorists Allege: Hurricane Irene was steered and originated from the HAARP array in Arecibo, Puerto Rico! They add: The satellite image loops of the storm tracks-indicate some anomalous and erratic behavior in the path, intensity and dissipation of the hurricane-downgrading it into a tropical storm (minimizing the loss of life).
In 1997, a high ranking official made the following statement: "Others are engaging in an eco type of destruction whereby they can alter the climate, set off earthquakes and volcanoes remotely through the use of electro magnetic waves. There are plenty of ingenious minds out there-that are at work, finding ways in which they can wreak havoc upon other nations."
REAL LIFE SCIENCE FICTION: (BULLETPROOF SKIN)
Imagine having a gun fired at you, the bullet whizzing toward you at a super-fast speed. But instead of the bullet piercing your skin and traveling deep inside your body, what if it instead repelled off your skin?
What sounds like a scenario straight out of a superhero movie or a sci-fi novel could eventually become reality. Scientists have created a skin made with goat's milk packed with spider-silk proteins, according to news reports. Their hope is that they can eventually replace the keratin in human skin -- which makes it tough -- with the spider-silk proteins.
To make the bullet-proof material, Dutch scientists first engineered goats to produce milk that contains proteins from extra-strong spider silk. Then, using the milk from the goats, they spun a bullet-proof material; a layer of real human skin is then grown around that skin, a process that takes five weeks, the Daily Mail reported.
"Science-fiction? Maybe, but we can get a feeling of what this transhumanistic idea would be like by letting a bulletproof matrix of spider silk merge with an in vitro human skin," researcher Jalila Essaidi told the Daily Mail.
Does it work? Well, the skin is only able to stop bullets fired at reduced speeds, TechNewsDaily reported. It was not able to stop a bullet from a .22 caliber rifle shot at a normal speed, which is the required standard for today's bulletproof vests.
The skin is currently on display at the National Natural History Museum Naturalis in Leiden, Netherlands, until Jan. 8, 2012, TechNewsDaily reported.
More research must be done before this bullet-proof "super skin" can actually be possible to engineer into humans.
Source: Amanda Chan
“It grew on me like a drug habit, except it was not me who was taking the drugs.”
At an early age, Graham Young had been fascinated with chemistry, particularly types of poison and their effects on people. His other great interest was idolizing murderers such as Dr. Hawley Crippen, William Palmer, Adolf Hitler and others. Young started experimenting with poisons when he was 14. He usually lied about his age, and explained that a given poison was for a school experiment so he could buy the chemicals he needed.
His family and friends were his victims. His father, upon becoming ill, originally thought he just had a virus of some sort. Then the apparent illness struck his wife and daughter. All suffered from continuous vomiting, diarrhea and stomach pains. In 1962, the mother of Young’s stepmother died from poisoning.
At 14, Young already had the expertise of a postgraduate chemistry student, all self-learned through library books. He sometimes became a victim of his own poisoning when he forgot on which foods he had placed his toxic chemicals.
Young was caught when his teacher inspected his desk one evening after school, suspicious about the odd experiments Young was suggesting to the class. The teacher found poisons, essays about famous prisoners, and sketches of dying men. These revelations led him to call the police.
Young was sent to a maximum security hospital, but this did not stop him from poisoning hospital staff and fellow inmates (one of whom died). His knowledge was so broad that he could extract cyanide from laurel bush leaves. Young was released when he was 23 and went to live with his sister. His poisoning spree continued—his victims most often were coworkers. Young was sent back to prison and eventually died there.
"SPYCRAFT-ESPIONAGE?" (BIZARRE, UNSOLVED & STRANGE)
*We apologize for the caps.
ON A LATE WINTER EVENING IN MARCH OF 1992, MILITARY POLICEMAN CHAD LANGFORD (ABOVE) RADIOED THE SECURITY CENTER L IN ALABAMA THAT HE WAS STOPPING TO ASSIST A STRANDED MOTORIST. SECONDS LATER, THE RADIO WENT DEAD.
AN MP DISPATCHED TO INVESTIGATE FOUND LANGFORDS PATROL CAR, ITS HAZARD
LIGHTS FLASHING AND ITS ENGINE RUNNING, ON A REMOTE GRAVEL ROAD
OUTLINED IN PALE MOONLIGHT. NEXT TO THE CAR, THE MP SAID LATER, HE SAW
" A LOT OF BLOOD."
ON THE ROAD BENEATH THE CAR'S OPEN FRONT DOOR LAY SPEC. 4 CHAD
LANGFORD, DYING IN THE DARK OF A GUN SHOT TO HIS RIGHT TEMPLE.
LANGFORD'S BLOOD-STAINED MP CAP WAS STUFFED IN HIS MOUTH. HIS
HANDCUFFS DANGLED FROM HIS LEFT WRIST. THE LANYARD CORD FROM HIS
HOLSTER WAS WRAPPED AROUND HIS ANKLES, AND HIS CAR RADIO CABLE WAS
KNOTTED AROUND HIS NECK. ---AND LANGFORD'S .45-CALIBER SERVICE PISTOL,
WHICH HAD BEEN FIRED TWICE, LAY UNDER HIS LEFT SHOULDER.TWO DAYS
LATER-DESPITE THE BIZARRE DEATH SCENE AND BEFORE THE COMPLETION OF LAB
TESTS-A MILITARY PATHOLOGIST ISSUED A RULING: ---TWENTY YEAR OLD CHAD
LANGFORD HAD COMMITTED SUICIDE.
IN TINY ELK CREEK, CALIF., LANGFORD'S FATHER WAS STUNNED BY THE NEWS.
JUST 10 DAYS EARLIER, JIM LANGFORD SAID, CHAD HAD TOLD HIM HIS LIFE
HAD BEEN THREATENED WHILE HE WAS ON AN UNDERCOVER DRUG INVESTIGATION.
MONTHS LATER, LANGFORD'S GRIEF AND SHOCK TURNED TO OUTRAGE. AN ARMY
REPORT SAID CHAD STAGED HIS OWN DEATH TO MAKE IT APPEAR THAT HE HAD
BUT THE REPORT ALSO SAID SOMETHING ELSE: THE ARMY COULD NOT DETERMINE
WHETHER CHAD'S FINGERPRINTS WERE ON THE GUN, OR WHETHER HE HAD FIRED A
GUN AT ALL. AND UNIDENTIFIED FINGERPRINTS WERE FOUND ON HIS RADIO, MP
ARMBAND AND HANDCUFFS.
"I THINK THEY GOT THIS BOY WRAPPED UP IN A DRUG INVESTIGATION THAT GOT
HIM KILLED, AND NOW THEY DON'T WANT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR IT,"
LANGFORD SAID LAST MONTH, "I THINK THEY'RE COVERING UP SOMETHING BIG
IN THE HOURS BEFORE HE DIED, CHAD LANGFORD SEEMED A MAN ROUTINELY
GOING ABOUT HIS 'DUTIES' AND JOB.
TWO WOMEN TOLD INVESTIGATORS THAT LANGFORD CALLED THEM DURING THE LATE
AFTERNOON AND EARLY EVENING OF MARCH 12, 1992, AND CHATTED AMIABLY.
ONE WOMAN SAID SHE SPOKE WITH LANGFORD JUST BEFORE 8 P.M.--- OR
MINUTES BEFORE THE TIME INVESTIGATORS SAID LANGFORD SHOT HIMSELF.
THE WOMAN SAID "SHE DID NOT DETECT FEAR IN SPC LANGFORD'S VOICE AND
THAT HE SEEMED TO BE TALKING NORMALLY," SAID A REPORT BY THE ARMY'S
ACCORDING TO THE REPORT, THE WOMAN SAID SHE AND LANGFORD ARRANGED TO
MEET AT 1 P.M., WHEN HIS SHIFT WAS TO END.
ANOTHER WOMAN, A COLLEGE STUDENT, TOLD INVESTIGATORS THAT LANGFORD HAD
CALLED THAT AFTERNOON AND ASKED HER TO DROP BY THE MP STATION TO VISIT
HIM THAT NIGHT. SHE SAID SHE CALLED LANGFORD LATER AND SAID SHE
WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO SO.
AN MP WHO RODE ON PATROL WITH LANGFORD UNTIL 6 P.M. THAT DAY TOLD
INVESTIGATORS THAT LANGFORD "SEEMED TO BE IN A GOOD MOOD AND EVEN
SEEMED TO JOKE AROUND."
ANOTHER SOLDIER TOLD INVESTIGATORS LANGFORD CALLED HIM AN HOUR BEFORE
HE DIED TO CHAT BRIEFLY AND ASK HOW HE WAS DOING.
EVEN SO, THE CID CONCLUDED THAT LANGFORD HAD STAGED HIS DEATH. IT
BASED THAT CONCLUSION IN PART ON A POST-MORTEM EVALUATION OF
LANGFORD'S MENTAL HEALTH BY AN ARMY PSYCHOLOGIST WHO INTERVIEWED HIS
FRIENDS, CO-WORKERS, AND FAMILY MEMBERS.
THE PSYCHOLOGIST SPECULATED THAT LANGFORD KILLED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF
GIRL FRIEND PROBLEMS AND "EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY." A CID REPORT QUOTED
A FELLOW SOLDIER AS SAYING THAT DAYS BEFORE HIS DEATH, LANGFORD HAD
LAUGHED AND TOLD HIM:"I AM GOING TO DIE."
THE PSYCHOLOGIST CONCLUDED: "IT SEEMS THAT SPC LANGFORD WAS DETERMINED
TO KILL HIMSELF IN A FASHION THAT WOULD SUGGEST HE HAD BEEN MURDERED
IN THE LINE OF DUTY."
AN INQUIRER REVIEW OF THE CID REPORT INVESTIGATIVE FILES FOUND
EVIDENCE THAT RAISED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE SUICIDE RULING:
* RESIDUE TESTS OF LANGFORD'S HANDS WERE INCONCLUSIVE AS TO WHETHER HE
HAD FIRED A GUN.
* NO BLOOD OR BRAIN TISSUE WAS FOUND ON THE PISTOL --- EVEN THOUGH
SUICIDE EXPERTS SAY SUCH "BLOWBACK" IS NORMALLY FOUND ON GUNS USED BY
PEOPLE WHO SHOOT THEMSELVES IN THE HEAD.
* WHILE INVESTIGATORS DETERMINED THAT THE SHELL CASINGS FOUND NEAR
LANGFORD'S BODY WERE FIRED FROM THE PISTOL, THEY DID NOT TRY TO
DETERMINE WHETHER THAT GUN FIRED THE BULLET THAT KILLED HIM.
* THE PISTOL WAS FOUND BENEATH THE LEFT SHOULDER OF LANGFORD, WHO WAS
A RIGHT HANDED SHOOTER.
* THE CIVILIAN DEATH CERTIFICATE, INSTEAD OF LISTING LANGFORD'S DEATH
AS A SUICIDE, PUT IT IN THE CATEGORY OF "UNDETERMINED CAUSE."
IN ADDITION, BUTTONS TORN FROM LANGFORD'S SHIRT WERE FOUND ON THE
FRONT SEAT OF HIS PATROL CAR. THE CID REPORT SPECULATED THAT THEY WERE
RIPPED OFF BY EMERGENCY PERSONNEL. WITNESSES TOLD CID THAT LANGFORD
WAS TREATED ON THE ROAD, NOT INSIDE THE CAR.
LANGFORD'S RADIO, ARMBAND AND MP BADGE WERE FOUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE
ROAD A SHORT DISTANCE FROM HIS BODY. THE CID REPORT SPECULATED THAT
LANGFORD PUT THEM THERE AND THEN DROVE TO THE DEATH SCENE , WHERE HE
SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIS CAR AND SHOT HIMSELF. IT NOTED THAT THE ARMBAND
HAD BEEN CAREFULLY UNPINNED , RATHER THAN RIPPED , FROM LANGFORD'S
AS FOR THE TWO BULLETS FIRED FROM THE GUN, THE REPORT SPECULATED THAT
LANGFORD FIRED THE FIRST SHOT TO MAKE IT APPEAR THAT SOMEONE HAD FIRED
AT HIM AND MISSED.
KEEFE, THE FORMER CID INVESTIGATOR WHO REVIEWED THE REPORT FOR THE
INQUIRER, SAID THE EVIDENCE DOES NOT SUPPORT A SUICIDE RULING.
" IT SMELLS BAD, " KEEFE SAID OF THE REPORT.
KEEFE, A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR IN NEW YORK, SAID THE REPORT INDICATED
THAT INVESTIGATORS QUICKLY ASSUMED THAT LANGFORD HAD KILLED HIMSELF,
THEN SOUGHT EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT THAT THEORY.
"IT APPEARS THAT THE CAUSE OF DEATH AND THE MANNER OF DEATH WERE A
FOREGONE CONCLUSION," KEEFE SAID, "THIS IS HIGHLY IRREGULAR."
THE CID REPORT GIVES LITTLE INDICATION THAT INVESTIGATORS ATTEMPTED TO
IDENTIFY OR PURSUE A SUSPECT, ALTHOUGH GATES AT REDSTONE ARSENAL WERE
ORDERED CLOSED JUST AFTER THE SHOOTING.
AN MP SENT TO LOOK FOR LANGFORD TOLD THE CID THAT JUST AFTER THE
SHOOTING, HE HAD STOPPED A CIVILIAN IN A WHITE CAR LEAVING THE AREA
WHERE LANGFORD WAS FOUND, BUT THE MP SAID HE LET THE MAN GO WITHOUT
GETTING HIS NAME OR LICENSE NUMBER.
LAB TESTS LATER CONCLUDED THAT WHITE PAINT FLECKS FOUND ON LANGFORD'S
PISTOL DID NOT MATCH THE WHITE PAINT FROM HIS CHEVROLET LUMINA PATROL
ANOTHER MP TOLD INVESTIGATORS HE HAD STOPPED A SOLDIER IN A CAR
LEAVING THE SAME AREA SHORTLY AFTER THE SHOOTING. HE SAID HE LET HIM
GO AFTER THE SOLDIER SAID HE WAS OUT TO "COOL OFF" AFTER A FIGHT WITH
THE MP SAID HE TOOK THE SOLDIER'S ID CARD AND LEFT IT AT A BASE MP
STATION. BUT THE SOLDIER WAS ALLOWED TO RETRIEVE THE ID CARD THE NEXT
DAY WITHOUT ANYONE MAKING A RECORD OF HIS NAME, ACCORDING TO THE CID
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE ARE IN LAW ENFORCEMENT," JIM LANGFORD
LANGFORD SAID HIS SON HAD TOLD HIM "I'M A DEAD MAN" IF THE PEOPLE HE
WAS INVESTIGATING DURING AN UNDERCOVER DRUG ASSIGNMENT FOUND OUT WHO
A GIRLFRIEND OF LANGFORD'S TOLD THE CID THAT HE HAD SHOWN HER A
THREATENING NOTE THAT HAD "SOME KIND OF GANG-RELATED SYMBOLS ON IT."
THE CID REPORT SAID NO SUCH NOTES WERE FOUND IN LANGFORD'S BARRACKS
THE REPORT ALSO SAID INVESTIGATORS CHECKED WITH MILITARY AND CIVILIAN
POLICE AND FOUND NO RECORD THAT LANGFORD WAS INVOLVED IN UNDERCOVER
THE REPORT DID QUOTE THREE FELLOW SOLDIERS AS SAYING LANGFORD HAD
TRIED AND FAILED TO ENLIST THEM IN A SCHEME TO ROB A PX PAYROLL
ESCORT. THE SOLDIERS SAID THE PLAN, WHICH THEY SAID THEY TOLD LANGFORD
WAS "A STUPID IDEA," NEVER GOT PAST THE TALKING STAGE.
THEY SAID LANGFORD PROPOSED HAVING ONE OF THEM SHOOT HIM WHILE HE WAS
WEARING A BULLET PROOF VEST--TO MAKE IT APPEAR THAT HE HAD PUT UP
UNSATISFIED WITH THE CID INVESTIGATION , JIM LANGFORD SAID , HE WENT
TO ALABAMA IN NOVEMBER 1992 AND POSTED A $25,000 REWARD FOR
INFORMATION LEADING TO A MURDER CONVICTION.
HE SAID A HUNTSVILLE ALABAMA MAN TOLD HIM THAT A LOCAL DRUG DEALER HAD
PAID TO HAVE A MILITARY MAN KILLED.
WHEN HE PASSED ON THE MAN'S CLAIM TO THE CID, LANGFORD SAID, THE
AGENCY REOPENED THE CASE. BUT IN MAY, HE SAID, THE CID TOLD HIM THE
NEW PROBE HAD COME TO THE SAME CONCLUSION: SUICIDE.
MILLER, THE CID SPOKESMAN, SAID THE AGENCY COULD NOT DISCUSS SPECIFIC
CASES. HE SAID ALL CID DEATH INVESTIGATIONS ARE THOROUGH AND
PROFESSIONAL, AND UNDERGO RIGOROUS REVIEW WITHIN THE ARMY.
LANGFORD SAID HE WILL CONTINUE TO PRESS FOR ANSWERS, BUT HOLDS OUT
"I'D HAVE BETTER LUCK BEATING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL," HE SAID.
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Justin Burgwinkel (above) disappeared under VERY strange circumstances. NEVER to be heard from or seen again. Leaving only a movie reference as a clue. Justin reference the movie "White Sands," in which a small southwestern town sheriff finds a body in the desert with a suitcase and $500,000. He impersonates the man and stumbles into an FBI investigation
Apparently Justin had been acting strange, leaving at a moments notice, skipping out on important dates, only to rush off with a brief case.
After he disappeared his parents flew to from MA to CA where his car was found at an out of the way motel near the ocean. Locked in his trunk was his brief case. Only containing his wallet, which contained his credit cards, license, military ID, and his dog tags.
He had previously told his girlfriend that if she ever found his dog tags lying around, that meant he was dead.
Some said he had caught the interest of some high-ups at the Presidio, some said he was hiding guns while on maneuvers with the army. Some said Justin was an excellent soldier in the field and was recruited into the CIA or some other covert part of the government. Some said he had joined the Foreign Legion. All the leads were dead ends.
According to the Conspiracy Zone: In 1996, a man named Phil Schneider (above) was the lead geologist in charge of diagnosing the types of explosives needed to build the massive underground base and secret sophisticated tunnel system under the Denver airport. He had the highest security clearance of any person in the world and helped build many secret underground bases all over the world including Dulce base in New Mexico. Phil Schneider was a man who knew too much. It is our belief that he did not commit suicide as reported but was murdered by the power elite.
Phil Schneider, lost his life due to what appeared to be an execution in January 1996. He was found dead in his apartment with piano wire still wrapped around his neck. Phil Schneider was an ex-government engineer who was involved in building underground bases.
In May 1995, Phil Schneider did a lecture on what he had discovered. Seven months later he was dead.
Phil Schneider was quoted as saying: "I am the only one left that knows the detailed files of the entire operation. Sixty-six secret service agents, FBI, Black Berets and the like. The Black Budget is a secretive budget that garners 25% of the gross national product of the United States. The Black Budget currently consumes $1.25 trillion per year. At least this amount is used in black programs, like those concerned with deep underground military bases. Presently, there are 129 deep underground military bases in the United States. There are at least three distinct classifications of police that guard our most well-kept secrets. Number one, the Military Joint Tactical Force (MJTF), sometimes called the Delta Force or Black Berets, is a multi-national tactical force primarily used to guard the various stealth aircraft worldwide."
Allegedly, The Dulce Underground Base has studied mind control implants, Bio-Psi Units, ELF devices capable of mood, sleep and heartbeat control.
The Conspiracy Zone alleges: DARPA is using these technologies to manipulate people. They establish 'The Projects', set priorities, coordinate efforts and guide the many participants in these undertakings. Related projects are studied at Sandia Base by "The Jason Group" (of 55 scientists). They have secretly harnessed the dark side of technology and hidden the beneficial technology from the public.
Photo Courtesy: Conspiracy Cards
"THE UNEXPLAINED" (BABIES BORN ON THE SAME DAY TO THE SAME MOTHER, BUT THEY'RE NOT TWINS!)
'I Got Pregnant While I Was Pregnant!' (Only 11 recorded cases in world history!)
A U.S. mother (Julia Grovenburg) gave birth to two babies within seconds of each other but they weren't twins or an in-vitro double up.
Normally, after Julia conceived her first baby, the womb should have sloughed off any embryo she conceived afterward. But somehow, her body side-stepped Mother Nature.
The miraculous double pregnancy, technically termed "superfetation," has only been recorded 11 times in medical history.
Even during the ultrasound, the technician couldn't believe what she was seeing, one 11-week-old baby and one 8 1/2 week-old baby.
Physicians convinced Julia that it would be safer to undergo a Caesarean section to deliver the babies as preemies on the same day.
As the weaker of the two preemies, the boy, Hudson, was removed first. Seconds later, the girl, Jillian, was born.
Today, Hudson and Jillian are happy and healthy babies who will turn 2 together on December 2.
But, don't call them twins!
The doctors told the couple to raise them as siblings of different ages.
Brad Pitt and his Plan B banner are tackling the subject of slavery with an adaptation of "Twelve Years a Slave," an autobiography written in 1853 by Solomon Northup, a free black man who became enslaved.
Chiwetel Ejiofor (1st photo), the British actor who has appeared in movies such as "Salt," and "Inside Man," is attached to the part of Northup.
Two men, calling themselves Merrill Brown and Abram Hamilton wanted to hire Solomon Northup to play his fiddle in a circus in Washington, D.C. The traveling circus would pay him the rate one dollar per day and three dollars per musical performance, a good wage at the time. They convinced him to travel with them to Washington D.C., where they claimed the circus was. Solomon believed the trip would be short and did not notify his wife. He made a stop in New York City where he obtained his Free Papers, which were needed to prove his status as a free man; this was always a concern, but more so when he traveled to Washington DC, as it had slavery and some of the nation's larger slave markets.
He arrived in Washington the evening of Monday April 5, 1841, the day before President Harrison's funeral in Washington DC. They stayed at Gadsby's Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue, and Solomon was drugged several days later. He was in and out of consciousness for days, but when he regained consciousness, he realized he had been kidnapped. Solomon had been robbed, his free papers taken, and he was chained up and locked in the basement of the Yellow House, which was one of several sites where African Americans were sold on the National Mall in DC. Another was Robey’s Tavern; these slave markets were located between the Department of Education and the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, within view of the Capitol, according to researcher Jesse Holland, and Solomon's own account.
Solomon was severely beaten and threatened with death until he was forced to stop saying he was a free man or that he was not in the power of James H. Burch. Burch wrongfully claimed that Solomon was a runaway slave from Georgia, and sold him as such. Solomon was forced to go along with this, and unable to stop the sale; he was shipped to New Orleans on board a ship, where he and many others caught small pox. After his recovery, he was sold to William Ford.
He later belonged to two other slave owners, Tibeats and Edwin Epps. He suffered severely, being forced to eat the meager slave diet, live on the dirt floor of a slave cabin, endure numerous beatings, being attacked with an axe, chased by blood-hounds, constant whippings and unimaginable emotional pain from being in such a terrible state.
Solomon's narrative Twelve Years a Slave is full of details and other information, including the exact dates, places and events that he witnessed; there was no ambiguity. The location he gives of the Yellow House, which was in view of the Capitol, helped researchers to locate and pursue the neglected history of slavery in DC.
While Solomon was on board the ship on his way to New Orleans, he persuaded an English sailor, John Manning, to send a letter to his family, informing them of his illegal kidnapping and enslavement. His wife received the letter and went to a local lawyer, Henry B. Northup, who was a member of the family that had once owned Solomon's father.
New York had already passed a law on May 14, 1840 requiring the state to recover any blacks kidnapped and sent into slavery. The lawyer was aware of this law, but was unable to act, as he did not know exactly where Solomon was located, only that he had been sold to New Orleans.
It was not until a traveling Canadian carpenter named Samuel Bass, whom Solomon befriended secretly, wrote to his family twelve years later and provided additional details of his location that they were able come to his rescue. Mr. Bass did this at great risk to himself, as he very likely he would have been killed if the secret had become known before the intervention of the New York governor in cooperation with the senator and local authorities of Louisiana. On January 4, 1853, Solomon was freed.
The date, location and circumstances of Solomon Northup's death remain unknown.
1. Is it true? In 1980, John Hinckley Sr. was a Texas oilman who records show, strove mightily to get fellow Texas oilman George H.W. Bush the Republican nomination for president.
The Bushes and the Hinckleys were frequent dinner companions. An almost bewildered John Chancellor on NBC Nightly News reported "the bizarre coincidence" that Vice President Bush's son, Neil, and Scott Hinckley had dinner plans for March 31, 1981 -- now cancelled, of course.
[But even Chancellor failed to mention the close friendship between the the assassin's father and Vice President Bush--let alone the rest of the corporate media.]
2. Is it true? That the body parts of a few hundred-dead adults and children (at Jonestown) were sold on the black market?
According to Wendy Griffith at CBN News, "Wholesalers, like the Anatomic Gift Foundation, headquartered in Laurel, Maryland, place workers or technicians inside abortion clinics to 'harvest' fetal tissue and organs for researchers such as universities and pharmaceutical companies. The wholesalers or middleman pays the abortion clinic for access to the aborted babies. They call it a 'site fee.' The researcher then pays the wholesaler for the parts, and since it's illegal to sell baby parts, they call it a 'fee for services,' technically skirting the law."
A sampling of an actual catalog that reveals advertised prices for various body parts, not excluding whole cadavers. Is this the same catalog that appears on the underground black market site aka the "Illicit eBay?"
Livers (8 weeks), 30% discount if significantly fragmented (meaning severely mutilated during the abortion procedure): $150
Spleens (8 weeks): $75
Pancreas (8 weeks): $100
Kidney (8 weeks): $125
Skin (12 weeks): $100
Lungs and heart block: $150
Intact cadaver (8 weeks): $400
Spinal cord: $325
"SECRECY" (COVERT LAB)
In 1974, the New York Blood Center established Vilab II, a little-publicized chimp research lab in Robertsville, Liberia, West Africa. It contained captive chimps, all of which were purposely infected with hepatitis.
In 1978, Vilab began to release some chimps (with hepatitis) back into the wild and onto several islands.
The Blood Center announced the closure of the lab in 2006 and the end to chimp research.
Was this a trial run? Could this same method be used to infect chimps with HIV and release them back into society
Little Known History:
In July 1945, three young Marines went missing in Okinawa. The Marine Corps listed the three, all 19 years old and black, as possible deserters. More than 50 years later, their bodies were found in a riverside cave. Locals revealed that the Marines had been beaten to death by villagers for allegedly raping and brutalizing women in the village of Katsuyama. Their bodies were hidden until 1998, when police acting on a tip from an Okinawan man with a “guilty conscience” found the remains.
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A startling report from those who do, don't, will, won't
FOR the past four years, 34-year-old Dene Brown has knowingly shared her man with another woman. Gayle Scott, also 34, spent eight years in a relationship with a man whom she, too, knowingly shared. Similarly, Marcia Hinton, 33, shared her lover for close to a year before the relationship ended.
Single, young and attractive, Dene, Gayle and Marcia are a modern portrait of a social reality many may find startling: In the 1990s, at one time or another, many women will find themselves sharing the men in their lives.
"It's as common as the cold," asserts Audrey Chapman, a family therapist at Howard University and author of the controversial book, Man Sharing: Dilemma or Choice. "But, as one man told me, it's like masturbation. Everyone's doing it but nobody's going to admit it."
Verifying the number of Black women who man-share either knowingly or unknowingly is virtually impossible since, as Chapman points out, it's such a touchy, close-to-the-bone issue. "I wrote the book thinking if I came out with a well researched statement acknowledging its widespread existence, women could then start to deal with it," she says. "Instead, what I got was a lot of anger and rage for airing our dirty laundry.'"
Experts believe man-sharing--the practice and the concept--generates such intense reaction among women because it causes more emotional anguish than any other single issue. "Most Black women desperately want a committed, exclusive relationship, but for a number of reasons--the Black male shortage is a big one--huge numbers of them find themselves facing an agonizing choice: being alone or sharing their man," says Marlene Menifee, a certified Black psychoanalyst in New York City who specializes in counseling individuals dissatisfied with their personal lives and relationships.
Gayle Scott, a 34-year-old sales representative in Los Angeles whose story is typical of several women interviewed, twice faced that precise dilemma. The first time she was forced to confront it, Scott knew going into the relationship that there was another woman. "When we met, he told me he was seeing someone," she recalls, "and to be truthful, I was hoping from the beginning he would leave her for me. I stayed in the relationship because I thought I could make that happen. Like a lot of women, I thought I was being such a strong, understanding, model Black woman, how could he not leave her for me?"
Holding on to that hope, for eight years Scott knowingly shared her man until one day the unthinkable happened. She discovered not only was her boyfriend seeing the woman he'd initially told her about, but there was also a third woman in his life. "That really hurt," she says, "but in retrospect, it was the best thing that could have happened to me because it woke me up. I used to pray and say, `Lord, when am I going to get enough?' The day his father accidentally called me by this other woman's name I knew that day had finally come."
Scott's second experience with man-sharing was also typical of numerous women interviewed. This time her boyfriend did not tell her about his other woman until well into the relationship, a practice experts say is exceedingly common. "Many times men just aren't truthful unless and until the woman confronts them directly," says New York psychotherapist Menifee. "The problem arises when the woman is afraid to confront him because she doesn't want to know the truth and/or she's scared of losing him and ending up alone. You'd be surprised how many women ignore all the signs that they're sharing so they don't have to deal with it."
Ignoring the signs (see sidebar), says Menifee and Man Sharing author Chapman, enables women to avoid or postpone a decision they're simply not ready to make: whether to stay and share or leave. The second time she was confronted with the situation, Gayle chose to leave. "When I confronted him, his answer was "I love you both and I don't want to give up either of you,'" she recalls. "Having been through the experience, I felt there's just too much pain and disappointment in man-sharing and when you look at it what do you gain? You wake up one day and you're 40 and you're someone's mistress or a freak. Well, mistresses are lonely and freaks get AIDS. I tried it my way, now I'm going to do it God's way."
Marcia Hinton, a 33-year-old actress in Philadelphia, agrees. Like Scott, Hinton spent eight months in a relationship in which she knowingly shared her man before deciding the emotional cost was too high. "He gave me the classic line--he couldn't leave her right then because she'd been there for him when he needed her, but if I'd just bear with him he would let her down easy. I believed him and was willing to give him that chance until one day I met her by chance on the street and she made it clear she knew all about me. That struck me as strange and when I confronted him about it he told me, and I quote, `I'm not hiding from anybody.'"
Since that experience, Hinton, like Scott, says she will never knowingly share a man again. "Casual dating is one thing, but now I won't allow myself to care that much about a man I know is seeing other women, and believe me, there are more Black men than not who fit that description. I call them farmers. They want to spread it around and encourage everything to grow," she says laughing.
Janis Hazel, 28, a legislative aide for a Democratic congressman, says she has met more than her fair share of the men Hinton describes. Recently, she was involved in a relationship she believed had a future since the man had gone so far as to bring up the subject of marriage. "We had been seeing each other steadily when one day he called and left a message on my answering machine [saying] that he had moved in with a woman," recalls Janis. "That was shocking enough, but here's the trip: He fully expected us to keep seeing each other as if nothing had changed. He just couldn't understand it when I told him I just don't need that type of confusion in my life. He is living with her, but to this day, he's still calling me."
Though experts say they are in the minority, there are women who have no problem sharing their man. Dene Brown, for example, a 34-year-old account executive in Santa Clara, Calif., has been dating a married man for the past four years and says bluntly, "For me, it's not a dilemma--it's a choice. It's something I am choosing to do at this time and it works for me at this time in my life."
Brown stresses, however, that one of the primary reasons man-sharing works for her is because "my feelings come first. I understand the limitations of this relationship and that means I'm not putting my life on hold waiting for him. I'm looking to meet a single, eligible man and he understands that." But until she does meet "Mr. Right," Brown, like many women who knowingly man-share, says her current relationship helps ease the loneliness. "He's a fantastic lovemaker, doesn't place any demands on me and treats me very well," she explains of her decision.
What determines if a woman like Brown can handle the emotional turbulence of sharing a man, or if, like Scott and Hinton, the idea of man-sharing is no longer palatable? According to experts, each woman must thoughtfully analyze her own needs and desires to determine the level of commitment she requires for her emotional well-being before she can reach an honest answer to that question.
"Each woman needs to decide whether or not she can handle a shared relationship," says Chapman. "Too many women pretend that they can share in order to have a relationship and then end up overwrought with anxiety. Having a man certainly isn't worth all of that, even though I readily admit that having a man who genuinely cares for you is worth a great deal. What having a man is worth is something each woman must learn for herself."
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