ELOQUENT FURY - ALICIA BANKS

RADICAL COLUMNS FOR REVOLUTIONARY INTELLECTUALS

  • HONORING TERRI L. JEWELL - MY ETERNAL SISTAH

     

    1998

     

     

    I just read an excellent book entitled “What The Blues Is All About: Black Women Overcoming Stress & Depression” by Angela Mitchell and Kennise  Herring. It is a detailed analysis of the mental and emotional tolls taken by racism and sexism. This book explains how we can all triumph over our trials.

    This book was flawless, until I read my friend Terri Jewell’s name included in a brief list of renowned suicides. Reading this wounded me and increased my own stress and depression. I will never believe that Terri committed suicide.

    Terri is a poet, an author, a legendary researcher, and an eternal kindred lesbian warrior spirit. Her work has appeared in over 300 magazines, journals, and anthologies. She won numerous literary awards.

    Terri was a dear friend. She gave me the honor of penning a blurb on the cover of her first major book,  “The Black Woman’s Gumbo Ya-Ya: Quotations  By Black Women”. She also published a superior book of passionate poetry entitled “The Succulent Heretic”. Terri was a gifted inspiration to me and everyone else who was blessed to meet her or experience her work.

    I knew Terri. We shared our hopes, dreams, heartaches, and fears. Terri was suicidal. She was an incest survivor. She fought constantly to heal her emotional scars. She had finally begun to conquer them.

    Terri was thrilled about a new lover. She was also elated about having just sealed a three book deal with a major publisher. Terri had more to be happy about than ever before.

    Terri loved to write outdoors. One of her favorite spaces was a Michigan state park. On, November 30, 1995, Terri’s corpse was found frozen in the snow in that park. She had been dead at least 48 hours from a gunshot wound to the head...

    For years, Terri had received death threats from the Klu Klux Klan. She had joined the KKK by mail as a teenager. She bravely spied on them as a veteran member of Klanwatch. These threats had intensified and increased just before her death.

    Such threats were one of the many bonds I shared with Terri. I still receive regular death threats from the KKK. I am hated for my rebel radio work in Dixie, my afrocentric columns (especially those exposing the framing of Wayne Williams for serial murders by Klansmen), and for my homosexuality. Thus far, I have been protected by legions of African angels. If ever I perish, I hope my death will not be written off as a suicide. I hope authors will not slander my memory as they continue to slander Terri’s.

    Michigan is renowned for its racism and KKK factions. Its police force is typically racist and corrupt. Many police officers moonlight as Klansmen. This fuels the questions that continue to haunt Terri’s death: Why were the initial reports constantly being changed? Why were her hands never dusted for gunpowder? Where is the gun? Who is it registered to? Why were the gun and her car never 
    dusted for fingerprints? What are the encrypted messages left on Terri’s computer at her state job, which no one can decipher? Why was there no suicide note? How many suicides shoot themselves behind the left ear?...

    Terri would never have killed herself at such a joyful time in her life. Her literary vanity would never have passed on such a unique opportunity to pen one final masterpiece. She had overcome suicidal urges during so many bleaker times. The diva within her would have exited with far more drama.

    Terri was unusually open about her trials and traumas. I KNOW that Terri would have said goodbye to me and others whom she loved. Even if after her death...Terri and I were spiritually connected. I am certain that Terri was murdered. I will always stress over all of the unanswered questions. Most of all, I will be forever haunted by the vivid nightmare I had just hours before the early morning, long distance phone call that alerted me of her death:

     

    Terri and I were walking in the snow in a state park. All around us were bloody, dead frozen rabbits. We were upset and perplexed. We were frightened and curious. I awoke as we talked about trailing the corpses to find the morbid  hunters...  


    To my eternal sistah Terri Jewell: I miss you so...I will love you always.

     

    May your 

    weary soul be blessed with eternal peace. I know

     you are in a superior place; where  there are no haunts and no hunters...

     

     

     

  • HONESTY & HONORS

    2006

    I am an out lesbian because my mother taught me that anything I was ashamed of was wrong. She taught me not to lie or live lies. I am proud to be everything that I am. That includes being a lesbian.

    I came out to my two younger brothers at age 16. I came out to the rest of my family and the world at age 21. I am now 43. And, my mom is still my best friend.

    I am not a tangerine. You cannot accept me in sections. You have to deal with my whole being. I have to do the same for all of you.

    Brave gay teens are coming out much earlier than I did. I admire them immensely. They are my s/heroes. They will be stronger and better persons than I am. They will enjoy superior intimate relationships too.

    I never got to practice loving romantically until I was 22 . Before then, I was too busy hiding behind men I did not love, and books that made me forget that painful charade. My penance for my cowardice and cruelty to those men in my past is that I am still struggling daily to make love work with a woman I truly adore…

    Parents: Please love your gay children unconditionally. They truly need your love. They really need to learn how to find love. A person who has never been loved can never truly love another person.

    I have been receiving a lot of inquiries lately about my credentials. I am honored and amused by them. A typical email reads as follows:

    “Hi, 

    My child just told me that they are gay.
    I am trying to learn more about gays and my child referred me to your website.
    There are many lunatics online.
    Who are you?
    Really?...”
     

    I typically respond by replying:

    “Hi, 

    Thank you for loving your child.
    I am not a lunatic.
    I am a radical.
    I am an educator of adults and children.
    I am a lesbian, a columnist, a radio producer and host, a musicologist, a biblical scholar, etc…”
     

    Then, I direct them to my profile herein. Next, I attach the following list of awards and honors. Finally, as Forrest Gump stated so succinctly, “That’s all I have to say about that.” 

    I share this information with you now not to decrease welcome emails from admirable and loving parents. I do so simply to explain who I really am. Also, I share it to explain how EXTREMELY busy I really am…

    Nahmean?

    RSVP.

    Peace,
    Alicia Banks


    ambwww@yahoo.com
     

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    ALICIA BANKS - AWARDS & HONORS:

    Who’s Who of American Women   2008-2011

    Who’s Who in America   2008-2014

    Who’s Who in American Education   2007-2008

    Who’s Who in the World   2007 & 2014

    Who's Who Among America’s Teachers   2005-2006

    Who's Who Among African-Americans   2001

    University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign (UIUC) Trailblazer Award   1996

    Outstanding Young Woman of America   1986

    Who's Who Among Students in American Universities & Colleges   1984

    UIUC Dean's List   1984

    UIUC Senior 100 Honorary   1984

    UIUC Black Alumni Association Earl Dickerson Achievement Award   1983

    UIUC Black Alumni Association Potential Leadership Award   1982

    UIUC 5.0 GPA Award   1982

    [Numerous Additional Academic & Occupational Awards]

     

    ME AT 6

    ME AT 16

     

    ALICIA 2003

    ME AT 39

     

     

    ALICIA 2004

    ME AT 41

     

    ME AT 45

     

    Black, Gifted and Gay

     

  • DR. CORNEL WEST IS MY HERO - HIS LOVE FOR OBAMA IS NOT BLIND!

     

    I deeply respect and revere my intellectual and spiritual brother, Dr. Cornel West. He is a scholar and a sage. He is a real Christian who always bravely calls out hypochristian peers that disgrace his religion as they hate and harass homosexuals.

    Dr. West is a warrior for social justice and the humanity of poor people. He was a conscious rebel at Harvard before his dignified escape to the racially superior academic bastion of Princeton. He is a uniquely regal King. I could endlessly praise this outstanding afrocentric icon…

    Dr. West has always been a healing inspiration to me. He is an incessant role model in academia. He is an angelic “Balm in Gilead ” when I am tortured by gaybashers in media. Yet, Dr. West is most admirable when he is courageously crucifying the demonic hoax that is President Obama/GWB 2.0!

    This evil world is tolerable only because heroes like Dr. Cornel West hold up half of my sky. The New World Order is in progress. Our gloomy sky will become heavier each day.

    Recently, West eloquently eviscerated Obama at KPFK:

     

    “…I was ready because I draw a radical distinction between the symbolic and the substantial. As a critical supporter of Barack Obama, engaged in over 50 events for him from Iowa to Ohio , I knew that at a symbolic level something could happen that was unprecedented. And it did happen. At that symbolic level, I can understand the tears, I can understand the jubilation, I can understand the euphoria. But I always knew there was a sense in which he, now heading the American empire, was tied to the shadow government, tied to CIA, FBI, tied to the establishment waiting to embrace him. It was clear when he chose his economic team, when he chose his foreign policy team, he was choosing, of course, the recycled neo-liberals and recycled neo-Clintonites that substantially you're going to end up with these technocratic policies that consider poor people and working people as afterthoughts. Beginning with bankers, beginning with elites.

    Symbolically, black man breaks through makes you want to break dance. So, yes, we have to be able to relate to both of these...because the hopes that were generated and the call for change, and then we end up with this recycled neo-liberalism. There's no fundamental change at all.

    That's very real, but I think we do have to understand we had to bring the age of Reagan to a close. We had to bring the era of conservatism to a close. And then you try to unleash new possibilities. Of course, the question now is, how do we keep our fellow citizens awakened so it goes beyond the campaign for a candidate and really begin engaging in grassroots organizing and mobilizing.

    That's where the analogy breaks down. Barack Obama leans toward Wall Street, mesmerized by the elites, wants to be embraced by the establishment, wants to preserve his legacy as a president, more in the language of the neo-liberal and neo-conservative columnists than in the hearts and minds of everyday people…

    I think even my dear brother Michael Moore tends to put too much confidence in Barack Obama. In his film you get the sense that here comes Barack Obama speaking the language of deep democracy. No, no, no, he's been a liberal all his life. He uses that language to mobilize, but in the end he's going to capitulate and defer to the neo-liberal establishment, which is what he has done so far. Now granted, there's still some possibilities there, even when you talk about just extending unemployment benefits. This is nothing revolutionary at all, but it does alleviate some of the suffering. But if we don't get some restructuring going on, if we don't get some Marshall Plan activity of massive investments in infrastructure here, in this country....You've got four billion dollars every month in Afghanistan . You can come up with that all the time.

    But [Larry Summers] has a braininess that lacks wisdom and vision. He has a smartness that lacks a sensitivity to the poor and the marginal. You and I encountered a lot of that kind of braininess and smartness at Harvard. I don't find that attractive or appealing at all. I think that it's empty in a certain sense. I was surprised that Barack Obama could be seduced by that kind of braininess and smartness that leads to policies that don't put jobs and homes at the center, but as an afterthought…

    It's a reflection of just how broken the system is. You've got a majority of fellow citizens who want truly universal health care, and he can't even view public option as indispensable and untouchable. What's going on? Pharmaceutical companies, powerful, $300 million spent for lobbyists. That's a broken system.

    It means we're locked in an iron cage of a neo-liberal or neo-conservative mediocrity, which means the needs of the people will never be fundamentally met if they're poor and working class. That either leads toward a thickening of the cynicism or it leads toward new expressions of social chaos…”

     

    Read more of this superb interview by Terrence McNally  here:

     

    http://www.alternet.org/rights/144569/always_controversial_cornel_west_disses_obama%2C_survives_cancer_and_almost_spent_his_life_in_prison?page=entire

     

     

    Brother West: Living and Loving Out Loud, A MemoirThe Cornel West Reader


     Obamanomics: How Barack Obama Is Bankrupting You and Enriching His Wall Street Friends, Corporate Lobbyists, and Union BossesBought and Paid For: The Unholy Alliance Between Barack Obama and Wall StreetDeconstructing Obama: The Life, Loves, and Letters of America's First Postmodern PresidentThe Obama Syndrome: Surrender at Home, War AbroadBlack Enough/White Enough: The Obama Dilemma (English and English Edition)

  • "THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SARA BAARTMAN" - ON SAARTJIE: HOW ARE WE KEPT BY OUR "BROTHERS"?

    1999

     

    Viewing music videos is supposed to be a recreational act. It is rarely that for me. I love music. So, I do watch them. But, I watch them with my third eye. And, I rarely like what I see.

    What I hate most is the rabid, repulsive, physical exploitation of the black female anatomy. When gay photographer Robert Maplethorpe exploited the black male anatomy in renowned still photos, protests abounded globally. But, when the subjects of such exploitation are black females, and they are lewdly animated and gyrating on film, I hear only silences. Silence is consent.

    I rarely see any faces. These faces are cropped off by the cameras that exclusively prefer shots of buttocks and breasts. These video dancers are scantily clad in tight clothing. They are almost always bouncing and writhing. Increasingly, the song lyrics focus on these bouncing buttocks also: “BACK DAT THANG UP...BOUNCE DAT THANG...BRENDA’S GOT A BIG OL BUTT...MS. FAT BOOTY...”

    Lyrically, this is intended as flattery. Yet, it feels like syncopated rape. It is supposed to be sexy. It is lewd. It is offered as fun. It evokes sadness. It is voluntary casting. It is visual slavery.

    Maybe it is all my own fault. Perhaps this sadness is a peril of my own perception. I am 36. Maybe I am too old to understand. I am a womanist. Maybe I am too jaded to be juvenile. Actually, I think my real problem is that the vision in my third eye is too flawless. It is connected to a muscle in my brain where memory is stored. 

    It is the memory of a sister named Saartjie/"Sara Baartman".  She is a sister who never voluntarily put her buttocks on display. She was a captive star of elder audiences. She is known as “The Hottentot Venus”. Her white male captors charged admission to racist voyeurs who wanted to gawk at African female buttocks and breasts.

    Saartjie was a native of the Khoi San tribe of South Africa. In 1810, she was a 20 year old slave in Cape Town. A friend of her master took her to London and exhibited her as a freak across Britain. She was usually locked inside of a cage and treated like a dancing bear. 

    In 1814, she was taken to France to be used as a guinea pig for racist scientific research. In 1815, she died from these abuses. Her corpse was dissected so that her sexual organs and brains could be placed in jars for display in the Musée de L’homme in Paris, France. These morbid remains were on display until 1985. Legal battles over the repatriation of her remains are ongoing....

    Turn off these lewd music videos for a spell and check out a great new documentary. See a film called “The Life & Times of Sara Baartman”. It is expertly directed by Zola Maseko. 

    It is hauntingly narrated by a sister who vocally channels Saartjie’s pain and humiliation. Many superior scholars are interviewed who expertly relate the historical and ongoing racism and sexism that made the abuses of Saartjie possible. Clay molds from her skeletal remains recreate the physique that cursed her to a life of torturous display.

    Like the film Sankofa, this documentary is much more than a film. Viewing it is a spiritual experience. It features camera shots of the waters that Saartjie sailed to her demise. Watching them flow is akin to sailing along beside her, to her doom. It also features many editorial cartoons which ruthlessly degraded Saartjie and her plight. They remind me of today’s political cartoons, penned by neocons that similarly make jokes about the misery of the masses.

    So when I see these lewd music videos, I see new captors who look like “brothers”. Admission is no longer purchased via tickets. Cable bills suffice now. I see droves of Saartjies who look like video “dancers”...And, I see that we are still on display. And like Saartjie, my soul is still crying... 

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    2006


    SAARTJIE'S BELATED HOMECOMING - SHE RETURNS TO SOUTH AFRICA!!!


    In a classic and haunting tune entitled "We All...Everyone of Us", Sweet Honey in the Rock sing: "We all, every one of us, have to come home again..."  I am elated to announce that, FINALLY, our eternal sister Saartjie is going home to South Africa! I pray that our sister's soul may now finally rest in peace. Her long and legendary journey has been filled with uniquely brutal sexist savagery and racist inhumanity. Her saga epitomizes eternal injustices and indignities:

    Saartjie was a native of the Khoi San tribe of South Africa. In 1810, she was a 20 year old slave in Cape Town. She was taken to London and exhibited as a freak across Britain. She was usually locked inside of a cage and treated like a dancing bear. In 1814, she was taken to France to be used as a guinea pig for racist scientific research. In 1815, she died from these abuses. Her corpse was dissected so that her sexual organs and brains could be placed in jars for display in the Musée de L'homme in Paris, France. These morbid remains were on display until 1985.

    Saartjie was known as “The Hottentot Venus”. Her white male captors charged admission to racist voyeurs who wanted to gawk at African female genitalia, buttocks and breasts. It is ironic that many women who are displayed so today are not captives, but eager volunteers. Saartjie's cage has been replaced by droves of cages disguised as porno films, magazines, and music videos. Saartjie's captors have been replaced by video/film directors, magazine editors, strip club owners, toxic diets/drugs, and plastic surgeons. Like Saartjie, women are still perpetually on display. And, we still perish trying to please the gawkers who judge us, mercilessly and endlessly.

    For more information on Saartjie, see a great documentary film called “The Life & Times of Sara Baartman”. It is expertly directed by Zola Maseko. It is hauntingly narrated by a sister who vocally channels Saartjie’s pain and humiliation. Many superior scholars are interviewed who expertly relate the historical and ongoing racism and sexism that made the abuses of Saartjie possible. Clay molds from her skeletal remains recreate the physique that cursed her to a life of torturous display.

    Viewing this documentary is a spiritual experience. It features camera shots of the waters that Saartjie sailed to her demise. Watching them flow is akin to sailing along beside her, to her doom. It also features many editorial cartoons which ruthlessly degrade Saartjie and her plight. They remind me of today’s political cartoons, penned by neocons that similarly make jokes about the misery of the masses.

    Legal battles over the repatriation of Saartjie's remains have spanned decades. They may continue through June 2002. There are many callous and racist fools, devoid of souls, who are more concerned with the legal precedents concerning the property rights of museums than with African humans' rights to the stolen remains of their kin. Their offensive "legal" and political antics may continue to delay Saartjie's homecoming.

    It has taken 200 years for racist French curators to do right. Until 1976, anyone could enter the Musée de L'homme in Paris, France and view Saartjie's brains, breasts, buttocks, and vagina floating in jars. Now, only her skeleton remains. Her flesh has mysteriously disappeared from storage. Certainly, the same ilk of racist freaks, who once displayed Saartjie publicly, may now exploit her stolen flesh privately.  Fortunately and defiantly, Saartjie's spirit soared far beyond her flesh long ago. The return of her bones will give the Khoisan all they need to give Saartjie a proper burial and to celebrate her homecoming.

    There will be no more laughing at Saartjie's tragic torture. We now laugh with Saartjie at her belated victory. There will be no more tears of pain shed over her posthumous exile. We now cry tears of joy as we rejoice over the serenity that this closure will bring to her haunted spirit and restless soul. We have prayed her to rest.

    Kudos to the mighty Khoisan people who fought tirelessly for their sister. Kudos also to a gifted sister poet named Diane Ferrus whose passionate 1998 poem, in tribute to Saartjie, moved politicos to sincere action. Never underestimate the power of a woman with a pen. Never underestimate the will of any people with a mission. Never underestimate the haunting screams of a sister across oceans of time...


    Dear Sister: Welcome Home Saartjie. We, who have shared some of your pain, embrace your eternal spirit with all of our love. Rest in peace, in African soil...With joy, love, respect, and reverence...Always...


    { UPDATE: "To the beat of marimbas and the melody of gospel songs, the skeleton and bottled organs of Saartjie Baartman were returned in a white wooden box draped in an African cloth. On Thursday, May 2, 2002, Baartman's remains will be flown back to South Africa almost 200 years after she was taken in 1810... Baartman's remains will be stored in a military hangar before a funeral in August or September..." }

     

    {UPDATE: On Friday, August 9, 2002, Saartjie's remains were buried in a remote valley in the eastern cape of South Africa, where she was born over 200 years ago. She was finally given a proper Khoisan funeral in a formal ceremony hosted by President Thabo Mbeki... }

     

     

    A CLAY REPLICA OF SAARTJIE

  • REMEMBER SHERRICE IVERSON - DAVID CASH IS A BOLD BRAZEN BABY KILLER!!!

    1997

     

    No one who is honest can deny that U. S. criminal law is racist. It is penned by racist legislators. It is enforced by racist police. And, it is executed by racist jurists.

    This racism is made evident often. Even as the elitist and eurocentric ghosts of the exceptional O. J. Simpson trial continue to haunt us all, racism within the U. S. justice system continues to torture Blacks daily. The case of  murder victim Sherrice Iverson is a perfect illustration of the legal worthlessness of Black life.

    Sherrice was slain by a rabid dog named Jeremy Strohmeyer. All dogs run in packs. One dog was the attacker. One dog was his accomplice. One dog has been sentenced to life in prison. The other dog is a carefree student at the University of California at Berkeley. This luckier dog is named David Cash, Jr.

    Jeremy is a 19 year old, rich, white pedophile who stalked, raped and murdered Sherrice  in a  restroom stall, at the Primm Valley Hotel Casino, in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 25, 1997. His pal David witnessed the entire ordeal nearly up to the point of penetration and strangulation. David claims he left the stall before the actual rape and murder began. Yet, David remained silent, even after Jeremyphoned him to savor the details of the crime.

    Had these two dogs been Black, they would both be in prison. But Black life is cheap in Amerikkka and its courts. Rarely does any dog pay the price he earns as predator, when his prey is Black and female.

    FBI agents have recovered hundreds of deleted images of child pornography, Internet chat room conversations, and e-mail messages from the hard drive of Jeremy’s computer. DNA evidence which he left on a cigarette butt, near Sherrice’s corpse, and a videotape from casino security were used to convict him. His computer chat indicated that he was obsessed with sexual fantasies involving 5 and 6 year olds. On October 14, if fairly punished, he will receive three life sentences without the possibility of parole.

    It is not unusual that David turned a blind eye to a criminal act. We live in a world full of violent criminals, pitiful victims, and apathetic voyeurs. What is rare is how this brazen coward David is rewarded with impunity for his pact with his psycho pedophile pal. What is most rare is the freedom that his white skin affords him, in  a world where millions of innocent Africans rot in prisons, for far less involvement in far lesser crimes!!!

    It is very refreshing to see a rainbow of protesters actively seeking to prosecute David. But, it is equally depressing to know that few, if any, of them wield any real power to change the racist legal practices that freed him. David is not the first rabid dog to assist in the slaughter of a Black baby and go free. And, he will not be the last to do so.

    David has now wisely chosen to attend one of the whitest universities in America. Secure within the apartheid of Proposition 209 in Californian academia, he dares to brag about his bloody role in Sherrice’s slaughter. He recently told the L. A. Times: “...I didn't want to be the person who took away Jeremy’s last days of freedom...The notoriety has helped me get more dates...I’m not going to lose sleep over somebody else's problems.”

    If only he were as bold a defender of Sherrice as he is of himself and his evil pal, she would be alive today. He might have used his arrogant, racist mouth to call casino security for help. But, perhaps, two rich, white, sexually frustrated animals simply can never relate to the value of one poor, young,  Black, female life.

    Only Sherrice’s vagina had any value to Jeremy. It gave him brief pleasure before he choked her to death. Only her corpse has any value to David. Its cold existence fuels publicity which heats up his own sex life.

    We can not immediately transform a legal system that is racist at its core. But we can torture one racist conspirator. We can make one vicious bastard’s campus life a living hell. We can haunt David with the ghost of Sherrice. We can make him endure MISERY similar to that which awaits his less fortunate pal behind bars. WE SHOULD ALL BE COMPELLED TO DO SO!!!.

    We will always remember our raped and slain baby sister Sherrice Iverson. We will remember the negligence of her inept father, who gambled when he should have guarded. We will remember the pain and loss that her mother will suffer eternally. We will remember Sherrice’s innocent friendliness, which demonic Jeremy twisted into macabre foreplay. Our mourning and reverence will extend far beyond the seven short years she spent in this racist sexist hell, which we actually dare refer to as “civilization”.

     

     

  • PUBLIC EXECUTIONS BY POLICE - REMEMBER TYISHA MILLER AND COUNTLESS OTHER CORPSES...

    1995

     

    (This column is dedicated to all of my friends who think it is so funny that I get nervous whenever a police car is near. They know I have never smoked anything and never abused any drugs. They know that I never let anyone that I do not know ride in my car, I rarely drink, and I never drink and drive. ...What I know is that my being a model citizen will never insure me from becoming a black corpse…)

     

     

    I am disgusted by the droves of people killing other people everywhere, everyday. I can accept that everyday people are murderers. But, I will never accept that officers of the law are being allowed to act as state sanctioned murderers.

     

    Increasingly, officers of the law are lawless. Though they claim to be hired to protect and serve, they are clearly being paid to torture and slay. Far too many police officers are fascist gangsters. They are bluer and bigger than The Crips. Far too many police officers are public executioners with attitudes. Unlike gang bangers who lurk under the cover of night to commit drive-bys, killer cops flaunt the luxury of daylight drive-bys before audiences.

    Countless innocent, law abiding citizens have been gunned down by police officers. Most of these corpses are black and poor. None of them have been avenged.

    When everyday murderers are prosecuted, they are usually imprisoned for life. When murderers who happen to be cops are exposed, they are rarely ever prosecuted. In fact, they are usually rewarded with paid vacations, strategically granted during bogus investigations.

    Nationwide, the evidence of this evil is documented daily. The latest corpse to win a national audience is that of a 19 year old sister named Tyisha Miller. Recently, in Riverside, California, while reclined in a locked, parked car, killer cops ambushed Miller. They shot her 27 times. Four bullets burst her skull, one shattered her chest, and the others sprayed her entire corpse. Are you wondering what great crime she committed to warrant such an execution? This is it: She had a flat tire and awaited road service from police while Black!!!

    The executioners are lying as you read this. They have changed their original lies many times. There has been no valid explanation for this senseless murder. There has been no revenge by street soldiers with rebel missions. Who will avenge the spirits of the countless Tyisha Millers of America? Who will kill these killers in uniforms? Who will protect the prey from the predators?

    From the legendary COINTELPRO slaughters of Black Panthers to the frequently fatal beatings of black motorists, killer cops are rabidly engaged in a one-sided war against African-Americans. In a superior book titled Two Nations: Black & White, Separate, Hostile, & Unequal, author Andrew Hacker examines just how “Officer Friendly” (in white areas) morphs into Captain Deadly (in black areas):

    “Black Americans have a three times greater chance than whites of dying from a policeman’s bullet...By no means is every black person slain by the police a criminal...Quite enough incidents have made the news to suggest that blacks are more likely than whites to be killed in error. Indeed, in many cases no weapon was found on the subject’s body...Most Blacks can recite a litany of names to be memorialized as victims of official white force. Here are just a few from the New York City area: Arthur Miller, Marian Johnson, Elizabeth Mangum, Peter Funches, Jay Parker, Michael Stewart, Eleanor Bumpurs, Nicholas Bartlett, Yvonne Smallwood, Stephen Kelly, Kevin Thorpe, Phillip Parnell. White New Yorkers would be hard pressed to cite even a single police victim of their own race...And, even if the police do not draw their guns, most Black Americans can recall encounters where they were treated with discourtesy, hostility, or worse...At issue is a proclivity of police personnel to judge individuals first by their color...” 

    Everyday murders are committed successfully. No one is ever caught or seen. Everyday I pray that millions of Black murderers will learn to kill their real enemies as quickly and quietly as they do their spouses, lovers, neighbors, associates, gays, and kin. The day that prayer is answered is the very same day that the Revolution will be reality.

    Until that day, I await the payment of karmic debts which killer cops continue to rapidly incur, for the slaughters of persons like Tyisha Miller. It is a debt they MUST pay to the universe. It is one they WILL pay across oceans of time...

     

    Tyisha Miller: Rest in peace my sista…We are still being slain. We will remember you eternally…

     

     

    “Poem about Police Violence”

    by June Jordan

     

    Tell me something 
    what you think would happen if 
    everytime they kill a black boy 
    then we kill a cop 
    everytime they kill a black man 
    then we kill a cop

     

    you think the accident rate would lower subsequently? 
    sometimes the feeling like amaze me baby 
    comes back to my mouth and I am quiet 
    like Olympian pools from the running 
    mountainous snows under the sun

     

    sometimes thinking about the 12th House of the Cosmos 
    or the way your ear ensnares the tip 
    of my tongue or signs that I have never seen 
    like DANGER WOMEN WORKING

     

    I lose consciousness of ugly bestial rapid 
    and repetitive affront as when they tell me 
    18 cops in order to subdue one man 
    18 strangled him to death in the ensuing scuffle 
    (don't you idolize the diction of the powerful: subdue 
    and scuffle my oh my) and that the murder 
    that the killing of Arthur Miller on a Brooklyn 
    street was just a "justifiable accident" again 
    (Again)

     

    People been having accidents all over the globe 
    so long like that I reckon that the only 
    suitable insurance is a gun 
    I'm saying war is not to understand or rerun 
    war is to be fought and won

     

    sometimes the feeling like amaze me baby 
    blots it out/the bestial but 
    not too often tell me something 
    what you think would happen if 
    everytime they kill a black boy 
    then we kill a cop 
    everytime they kill a black man 
    then we kill a cop

     

    you think the accident rate would lower subsequently

     

     

     

     

      Huey Newton
    The Riot Within: My Journey from Rebellion to RedemptionThe Assassination of Fred Hampton: How the FBI and the Chicago Police Murdered a Black PantherRace and Justice: Rodney King and O. J. Simpson in a House Divided

  • THIS IS NOT IT! - MOURNING MICHAEL JACKSON...

    I love to hear intimate stories about the beautiful black boy Michael Jackson whom I adore. His mom Katherine speaks fondly about how Michael never moved or crawled like his siblings. His moves were more graceful and gliding from birth. I never crawled either. I scooted with my legs extended in front of me until I walked…I believe that all homosexual children learn at very early ages to move differently in the world. We are born dancing to the beat of different drummers. We learn to survive by embracing our special rhythms…

    Exactly six months before Michael Jackson’s tragic death, stellar journalist Ian Halperin predicted that Michael was approximately six months away from a drug overdose. Hauntingly, that prediction came fatally true. Those few fans that are honest admit that Michael was a drug addict for over a decade.

    It is starkly and visibly clear that Michael became insanely white supremacist. From his bleached skin, to his surgically mutilated caricature of a typical European face, to the complete erasure of his originally beautiful African nose, to the eugenics of the three custom made Caucasian children he purchased like purebred pets, Michael grotesquely and perpetually reinvented his entire being.

    As detailed in Randy Taraborrelli’s superb 1991 biography, "Michael Jackson: The Magic and the Madness", there is much evidence that suggests Michael was born a beautiful and gifted homosexual boy. Cursed by birth into a family of macho whores, his homosexuality was forbidden and doomed into the dementia we came to witness. Poet Sapphire penned a powerful poem that suggested the same sexual tragedy in her classic 1999 book of prose entitled "Black Wings & Blind Angels: Poems".

    Had Michael’s sane homosexual spirit not been tortured to death by the typically homohating Jehovah Witness religion or tormented by his groupie loving heterosexual whore father and brothers, perhaps he could have grown to be a happy and mature homosexual man. But, like so many deeply closeted gay priests driven to pedophilia by the insanity of forced celibacy and psychoses of religious self-hatred, Michael went visibly insane before he died.

    Now, the clairvoyant Halperin has penned a book that chronicles the closeted homosexual life that Michael lived: "Unmasked: The Final Years of Michael Jackson". The very same fans that brazenly ignore Michael’s dated list of legal woes from a harem of boy accusers, his endless and monstrous facial surgeries, and his exclusively white purchased children, will also dismiss this expertly researched book.

    Unlike lies, denial is eternal. But, no lies can live forever; not even lies lived by timeless and uniquely gifted superstars like Michael Jackson….

    Read this revealing and brave book today. And, please pray that Michael’s tortured black gay soul has finally found some eternal peace.

     

     

    **********************************************************************************

     

    The truth is its own defense. I have read/heard so many lies about the adult Michael Jackson that they are starting to repulse me as much as his gruesomely mutilated white face did…

    Finally I have read a column about Michael that is even more brutally honest than my own.

    For those seeking only sane and sober accounts of the psychotic adult Michael, it does not get any better than this! Enjoy:

    THE TRAGEDY OF MICHEAL JACKSON
    http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124762029798042603.html

    WOW!! Kudos to author Bill Wyman: Thank you for not revising Michael’s adult history and fabricating his afrocentrism and innocence as so many of his fans are doing incessantly and shamelessly!!!

      

    LYING LEECHES LINGER

     

     

    Life is not fair. Not even for beloved and irreplaceable superstars like Michael Jackson. Michael died broke. Yet, those who bilked him are still being paid for bogus interviews.

    Michael was a pathological liar. Michael isolated himself behind a posse of coddlers and enablers who were paid well to lie about him even more than he lied about himself. After weeks of Jermaine Jackson incessantly denying that Michael was a drug addict, we now know that the Jackson family worked hard to secure an intervention and save Michael from his extensive drug addictions long ago…

    Larry King interviewed one of Michael’s most intimate leeches on CNN. He is dermatologist Dr. Arnold Klein. “Arnie” Klein is Debbie Rowe’s former boss. He is Michael’s most recent chief plastic surgeon. And, Arnie looks a lot like the two eldest children Michael purchased.

    In case you missed this very strange public relations charade, here is a recap of some of the incredible claims Arnie made during this surreal interview:

    Arnie is not actually a plastic surgeon. He just played one on Michael’s face and nose.

    Arnie donated sperm to a random sperm bank once, which may have miraculously ended up in the DNA of Michael’s two eldest children.

    Debbie Rowe had a real sexual marriage with Michael.

    Arnie and Debbie actually care about the children whom they may have coincidentally created together. It is their mutually genuine parental love, rather than the millions they have been paid, that motivates them to be twisted key players in this strange biological saga.

    Michael had vitiligo. Arnie treated that vitiligo by helping him become the evenly whitest person in the world. Michael miraculously had no brown freckles or blotches like every other person on earth with vitiligo.

    Michael was a drug addict, but he did not die or lose his hair due to his diverse drug addictions.

    Michael had lupus and that may have killed him. Michael’s extreme drug addictions did not kill him.

    Michael wore masks only as fashion statements, never to hide his perpetual cosmetic surgeries.

    Michael’s children only wore masks as matching fashion statements, never to hide their white race.

    Michael loved being a black person. Yet, he just wanted white skin and white children and white facial features…

     

    *************************************************************************************

    ILLOGIC AND ILLUSION

    MICHAEL JACKSON IS FREE


    [This column is dedicated to Janet Jackson...I adore her and I always will. That adoration has kept me silent about her brother Michael...until now. Disgust is stronger than adoration. Silence will never protect us...]


    I view destiny as reality. I have lived a wonderful professional life. I have chosen varied and exciting academic and occupational experiences. I believe that I was destined to choose only three professions. I feel I was born to be a writer, a radio star, and a legendary defense attorney. I am truly blessed to have achieved two out of three of my destined professional goals. I will never accomplish the third. I will never become an attorney.

    In 1976, as a 12 year old University High School student at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign (UIUC), I was obsessed with becoming a great lawyer. Fortunately, I was able to passionately engage in mock legal trials. I was revered as a superior defense attorney. The unique exposure I gained as an apprentice to several actual lawyers gave me an exceptionally keen sense of exactly what the criminal justice system was really like. To date, Al Pacino is one of my favorite movie stars for his superb role in "And Justice For All", one of the best depictions of the ugly realities of criminal law ever filmed.

    By 1984, as a 20 year old graduating UIUC senior with a major in Speech Communications/Pre-Law, I was sufficiently and indelibly jaded by my awareness of precisely how racist, elitist, sexist, hopelessly corrupt, and perpetually unjust Amerikkka's "justice" system was. In 2005, that system continues to become viler daily...

    In 1984, I chose to skip law school, and I have never looked back with regret. I decided to use my debate skills to become a legendary and cerebral radio talk show host. Each day, national legal headlines remind me that I truly made the right decision. I am deeply grateful for that reminder always.

    Most people are poor and assigned public defenders in Amerikkkan courts. Dream Teams are mere dreams for most black defendants. Black citizens are publicly beaten and executed by police daily. For people who are not iconic celebrities, racism and elitism nullify justice. Justice often becomes a curse of "just us”.

    Yet, the trials of Michael Jackson, Robert Blake, and O. J. Simpson prove that "justice" is indeed for sale. Many insane verdicts in countless other trials prove that average Americans are becoming more ignorant. Many dubious incidents that grossly suggest celebrity criminality never even make it to trial; like those of Jon and Patsy Ramsey, William Shatner, Robert Wagner etc.... Prosecutors and police investigators are increasingly incompetent. And, jurors are increasingly moronic.

    What pains me most is that Michael is the only man in America who is more eurocentric than O. J. Simpson. Michael has proven that he is a pathological liar as he continues to lie about his blatant cosmetic surgeries, two sham marriages to Caucasian females, fabricated police brutality during his pre-trial arrest, sympathy evoking antics during the trial, the glaring bleaching of his skin, and the visibly Nordic genes of his children. Michael's own genes can never be bleached. But, the whitening of his reputation has clearly begun.

    As a 41 year old eternal fan of the young Michael, I will always adore the memory of that beautiful, gifted, ebony skinned, African-American boy that he once was. I will always love his wonderful music and dancing. Likewise, I will always loathe the gruesome, phony, devious, ghastly, ghoulish, twisted, anemic, Caucasian pedophile that he has surgically and chemically chosen to become. Those white supremacists who initially claim that they cannot understand my repulsion and resentment need only envision Elvis Presley choosing to physically morph into Naomi Campbell. Then, they tend to feel my pain.

    For the record, I believe that Michael's expensive attorneys won this case legally and fairly. That is far more than I can say for O.J.’s nightmarishly amoral "Dream Team”. You get what you pay for, especially in courts of law. Irrespective of Michael's most recent legal victory, research proves that he has paid millions to several parents who have pimped several boys to him. Many books and legal documents prove that Michael has indeed molested many other boys irrespective of this most recent public accuser, whose attorneys miserably failed to prove his case in court.

    Research also proved that Mike Tyson was a rapist. But, no one believed this until Tyson bit Evander Holyfield's ear before the eyes of billions in global prime time. Only after the public glimpse of the worst within Tyson did some question what else he may have done in the wee hours of the morning, with a naive groupie, behind closed doors.

    Michael won this case because his attorneys expertly exposed nearly all of the curiously selected "defense" witnesses as liars. Yet, Michael has proven that he is a pathological liar himself. He has publicly lied about so very much that all who have functional eyes and brains can see. He continues to lie about many things. What else will Michael continue to do and lie about?...

    I pity the molested boys who watch Michael walk free as his mindless fans cheer him on. In addition to the immense amounts of cash and lavish gifts that they enjoy with their families, I pray that they someday find priceless inner peace.

    I pray for Michael too. I pray that the little boy I once adored finds sanity in his adult desires and wisdom in his sexual behavior. I pray that each criminal parent of each child, who was or will be pimped to Michael, will be eternally prosecuted by karma.

    I mourn for my fellow Black Americans. We are still collectively paying for the wrath that the O.J. backlash wreaked via racism at the polls. How long and in what brutal fashion will we suffer the racist rage evoked by Michael's verdict? How cruelly ironic that two of the whitest black men on the planet can darken the lives of millions of poor black people!!!

    Lastly, I pray that Americans will wake up! I pray that they will someday rally to support deserving political prisoners and protest real issues as passionately and loyally as they support eurocentric black celebrities who pimp black fans for incomes and embrace us exclusively when they are on the way to jail.

    I hope that someday Americans will become collectively literate and intelligent and seek truths as diligently as they learn to moonwalk. Now, I await yet another tragic and painful courtroom freedom march. R. Kelly' s legal victories loom next...

    For more on the documentation of Michael's crimes, read:

    Be Careful Who You Love: Inside the Michael Jackson Case by Diane Dimond

    Michael Jackson Unauthorized by Christopher Anderson

    La Toya: Growing Up in the Jackson Family by La Toya Jackson

    The Myth, The Magic, & The Madness by Randy Taraborrelli

    Trapped: Michael Jackson and the Crossover Dream by Dave Marsh

    and many more...

    You may also peruse actual retroactive legal documents regarding Michael's cases online at:
    thesmokinggun.com

     

    *****************************************************************************

     

    KUDOS TO THE JACKSON FAMILY!!!

     

    Nothing should ever censor entire truths. Not even the dual deaths of both iconic Michael Jacksons, black or white. Michael’s eternal legacy will forever be marred and tainted by his adult madness.

    The Jackson Family shared a beautiful eulogy for Michael with the world today. I thank them for their inclusion of many images of that beautiful black boy Michael Joseph Jackson that I will always adore. They blackened the memory of the ghastly whitened adult Michael with a soulful sendoff. They kept Michael’s final show classy and spiritual. Their beautiful tribute made it so very clear that the Jacksons never left Michael as Michael clearly left them, his blackness, and his sanity.

    The Jackson family gave that white man back his lost black soul before a rainbow of global people as they all said goodbye. Though I said my goodbyes to the gifted black boy long ago, I truly enjoyed the ceremony for that twisted and strange white male who slew him. Michael Jackson will always be the greatest singer and dancer the world will ever know. Today, those who loved him serenely sang him back to his African ancestors. We will all miss Michael and his uniquely magnificent and awesomely original gifts always…

    My eternal memories of this magnificent memorial include:

    The sexy silky soul singer Usher showing his sensitive side before the beautiful black Michael’s visage… Only real men cry in public…

    The gorgeous and glowing Jennifer Hudson shaming that shrew Simon Cowell once again…

    The heartbreak of Michael’s adopted daughter’s grief so painfully expressed…

    The eternally beautiful and eloquent Smokey Robinson…

    Diana Ross’ and Quincy Jones’ passionate distances from this event…

    Marlon, always my favorite adult member of the Jackson 5, so honest, handsome, hurt, and beautifully black even in grief…

    How beautiful all of the Jackson brothers looked with their brotherly gloves and tangible love on display…

    The smooth and cool John Maher reminding us that his guitarist skills are as excellent as his vocal ones…

    The ageless Lionel Richie singing one of my favorite gospel tunes for the divine black prince that the young Michael will eternally be in my heart and soul...

    The magnificent beauty of Janet Jackson even in grief…

    The soulful and spiritual sista Mariah Carey and Trey Larenz crooning classically as always…

    The very cool and admirably honest Brooke Shields finally admitting that she and Michael were never lovers but child star soulmates…

    The deafening silence of Joe and Katherine, who created Michael and gave him to all of us…

    The significant absences of Michael’s fellow junkies Elizabeth Taylor and Tatum O’Neal…

    The human pit bull Chris Brown being tactfully kept off stage as all convicted felons belonged…

    The proper absence of the amoral and legendary gold digger Debbie Rowe...

    Morons on TV denying Michael’s flagrant alcoholism and drug addictions, as if they were not the primary reasons Michael died…

    Rabid fools on TV actually saying that, simply because Michael’s purchased mystery children were cute and well behaved, they will certainly be sane and happy…

    My long and endless wait for holy gaybashers to spew the same hatred about Michael’s purchased children that they vomited about Wanda Sykes’ and wife Alex’s biological black twins!…

    How relieved I will be when the supremely annoying and rude Firpo Carr disappears from TV…

    Jermaine’s distracting horrid hair and repulsive revisionist denials outshining his sincere grief and sacred musical tribute:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tTzeohx95U

    The admirable and suspect silences of Emmanuel Lewis , Corey Haim, and Macaulay Culkin…

    The cowardly and hypocritical presence of Corey Feldman dressed as the twisted white man he once publicly accused…

    ETC…

     

     

    Goodbye Michael: I know you are finally a beautiful black angel once again. Thank you for your eternal black magic and timeless music. May you finally rest in afrocentric peace…Love Always, AB

     

     

     

    Mazel/Sunshine / Retna Ltd.  Pop Stars 70/80's

    Young Michael Jackson

     

    Michael Jackson

     

    Michael Jackson: The Man behind the MaskUnmasked: The Final Years of Michael JacksonBe Careful Who You Love: Inside the Michael Jackson CaseOn Michael JacksonJackson Family Values: Memories of MadnessMichael Jackson Was My Lover: The Secret Diary of Jordie ChandlerStarting OverMichael Jackson: The Magic, The Madness, The Whole Story, 1958-2009

    Michael Jackson Unauthorized: Michael Jackson UnauthorizedLa Toya: Growing Up in the Jackson FamilyLaToya Jackson: The Shocking and Controversial Expose of Life in the Jackson Family

     

  • O. J. = OBSOLETE JESTER

     

     

     

    2008

     

    O. J.’S LESSON = KARMA IS REAL!!!

     

    O. J. Simpson and his original team of amoral criminal attorneys redecorated his entire home as if they were decorating a stage for a Broadway play. In fact, they did that so expertly that, when the jury from his double murder trial took a tour of his home, they felt they were parading through the intimate castle of a pristine, afrocentric, family oriented, brotherman akin to Malcolm X.

     

    O. J. won that trial.

     

    Later, after the loss of the subsequent civil trial, O. J. and his posse of flunkies and fans decided to try a very similar scheme. Rather than pay Ron Goldman’s family with the sale of O.K’s actual possessions, they swiftly and chaotically replaced O. J.’s real property with discount replicas and cheap fabrications of genuine collectibles, as they strategically stashed the authentic items in their own various homes and storage lockers.

     

    O. J. won that ruthless ruse.

     

    Now, after more than decade of outrageous antics and brazen gloating, O. J.‘s legendary luck has finally run out. The same shady drones who helped him rob the Goldmans, began to rob O. J. of the very same stolen items.

    Thus is the beautiful and universal law of karma. What we reap, we sow. What one does to abuse others will always be done to them, by others who will abuse them even worse.

     

    O. J. robbed the Goldmans of nearly 33 million dollars. Now, O. J. might be robbed of 33 years of his freedom…

     

    O. J.’s karmic tab to date:

     

    GETTING AWAY WITH DOUBLE MURDER = MILLIONS TO ATTORNEYS

     

    ILLEGALLY STASHING STOLEN PROPERTY = MILLIONS STOLEN FROM THE GOLDMANS

     

    WILDING OUT IN VEGAS TO RECLAIM THAT STOLEN PROPERTY = 33 YEARS IN JAIL

     

    KARMA = PRICELESS!

     

    O. J. conveniently failed to mention any details about his stolen property during his recent pathetic beg for mercy. Read all about those omitted details in: “How I Helped O. J. Get Away With Murder: The Shocking Inside Story of Violence, Loyalty, Regret, and Remorse” by Mike Gilbert.

     

    Congrats to the Goldman family! Justice delayed is still justice…

     

     


     

     

    CONSCIENCE AND CONFIRMATION:

    ON "HOW I HELPED O. J. SIMPSON GET AWAY WITH MURDER"

     

    I am admittedly obsessed with the fact that O. J. Simpson got away with double murder. So, of course, I could not wait to read "How I Helped O. J. Get Away With Murder: The Shocking Inside Story of Violence, Loyalty, Regret, and Remorse" by Mike Gilbert. I refused to purchase this confession of amorality and avarice. So, I patiently waited for an advance reserved copy from my local library. It was well worth the wait.

     

    This book is admirably brave and brutally honest. It illustrates the perils of hero worship and hedonism, guilt and gullibility, passion and pain, remorse and redemption, blood ties, and bloody hands. It is the most intimate and introspective of all of the books penned to date about these legendary and lucrative murders.

     

    Gilbert takes us deep inside the living rooms and lounges of O. J.'s codependent and worshipful inner circle. We see the remorseless monster behind the mask that is O. J. the celebrity. It is filled with pitiful passions and pathologies.

     

    This book does not seek absolution. It reads as a cathartic and superior accounting of collective sins. It details shameless masquerades of innocence and injury. At best, it is a sincere, though belated, discovery of morality and remorse. At worst, it self-righteously condemns countless other fans and friends of O.J., who are still blinded by denial and devoid of similarly belated consciences. Gilbert has proven that he is not as amoral as he is imperfect.

     

    This book is a page turner. It succinctly recaps the best evidence against O. J. It reads like a diary of a fallen hero. It brings us into the center of O. J.'s private hell, beneath the gloss of his public bliss.

     

    This book is a perfect summer read. It is steamy with the gossip it confirms. Here are a few excerpts from "How I Helped O. J. Get Away With Murder: The Shocking Inside Story of Violence, Loyalty, Regret, and Remorse":

     

    "...we put our hands up to either side of the glass. I looked down at his hands, where I saw a big swollen gash on the middle finger of his left hand. It was macabre.

     

    Marcus [Allen] clearly believed that O. J. was guilty. He told me once, "Mike O.J. couldn't look me in the eye"

     

    [O.J. said,] "Check Taurus. Does it say: Hey, I'm dead?" I could not believe he had said that. Nicole was a Taurus...That's not what you'd expect to hear from a man talking about the love of his life. But the true love of O. J.'s life was O. J. 

     

    It turns out that O. J. was on Prozac. It is called a disassociative state. It is the state that people enter right before a gruesome eruption of violence. 

     

     ...we knew that the blood could easily have saturated three surfaces of the sock when O. J. took it off, or if he had stepped on it after he had taken it off. 

     

    [Mark Fuhrman] is a good cop Mike", O. J. said. "This is a damn good cop. And he is a good witness." 

     

    There had been a few times when we were traveling together when O. J. forgot his arthritis medicine and his hands, especially his knuckles, would get huge from swelling. 

     

    When it came time for the jury to walk through Rockingham, the place had already been refurbished as if by magic elves, to influence the jury. It was like changing the set of a play. 

     

    [After the civil trial] the game plan was to move as much as we could, hide as much as we could, and replace that which could be replaced. 

     

    It took me years to realize that [O. J.] has no empathy for any other human being. 

     

    O.J.'s] girlfriend, Christie Prody - a young woman with insatiable appetites for drugs, sex, threesomes, and trouble - was always in the middle of the various schemes. Christie was and is [O. J's] partner in debauchery. Since the night of the murders, O. J.'s current girlfriend Christie Prody has dialed 911 on at least two occasions, and even his and Nicole's daughter Sydney has dialed 911 because of him. 

     

    ...my belief is that if it weren't for Marcus Allen's relationship with Nicole, June 12 would have come and gone like any other summer night in Brentwood, and that Nicole and Ron would still be alive." 

     


     

    1998

     

    ON THE EVIDENCE AGAINST O. J. SIMPSON:

    WHY I BELIEVE HE IS A MURDERER

     

    I have never been a fan of O.J. Simpson. After the murders of Nicole Brown and

    Ron Goldman, I hate O. J. even more than I did before. I truly believe that he is a

    murderer. I have penned many columns stating so. 

     

    Since this ugly bloody saga began, I have received an endless and amusing stream

    of hate mail. This mail has been sent by blind and rabid football fans; misogynist fools who think that husbands have the right to slay wives who dare to act like those husbands do; dreamers who think that O.J. is suddenly a “brother man” because he bought a rich white man’s justice in court; and assorted other idiots. These loyal O. J. fans do not care that O. J. could not care less about them or me.

     

    Despite the various controversial topics which I regularly address in these columns, many one-dimensional morons can read nothing except what I have penned about O. J. So...this column is dedicated to all who love O.J. unconditionally.

     

    Even though he does not deserve that love. Even though(unlike Mumia Abu Jamal, who has been exiled to Pennsylvania’s death row, because he gave his life to Blacks as a journalist devoted to exposing racist police brutality) O.J. has never done one damned thing for the Blacks who worship him. And, he never will. O.J. barely eventook time to say “Thank you” before he ran back to any stray whites who would tolerate his evil presence without his former gloss.   

     

    I dare to love everyone conditionally, even rich handsome psycho celebrities. I dare to blaspheme a grid iron God by admitting that he is a eurocentric, lying, delusional, whoring, woman beating, double murderer. Unlike those who are less daring and less literate, I have actually studied the mountains of evidence against O. J. It is solid evidence,  which the grossly and legendarily inept  prosecutors failed to present to the criminal trial jurors.

     

    It is the same evidence which was presented by superior litigators in the civil trial. Had the criminal trial been conducted as expertly as the civil trial, O.J. would be on death row; where, unlike political prisoner Mumia Abu Jamal, O.J. actually belongs.

     

    O.J. has never acted like an innocent man. He has never grieved, or thanked a hero named Ron Goldman for attempting to save Nicole’s life, or searched for the real killers. In fact, he sounds guiltier daily. In a recent  televised interview at MSNBC, Simpson recently agreed with a reporter who stated that a man who murdered his wife, and left her corpse to be discovered by her sleeping children, was unfit to raise those children. O. J. stated: 

     

    “I would have to agree with them on that...To me to commit murder is an unfit thing to do. There are circumstances...where relatively good people have done it and it unfortunately punctuated their entire life.

    I do recognize that a situation like that can happen...Whatever they decide about me when they are adults, they will have a solid base to work from...I don’t try to preach to them about what happened that night at all. I’ll let them make their own decisions.”

     

    By his own admission, O.J. is an unfit father. However, as the custody battle wages on, it may be the only time I extend him any empathy. Only because I do think it is possible to be a toxic spouse and a good parent, simultaneously. I think it is possible to passionately hate the parent of your children, but passionately love those same children. As these children have white blood, I am certain that O. J. does adore them. As he has damaged them by murdering their mother, perhaps he can somehow repair them, by atoning to them as a superior parent in the future.

     

    The following quotes are taken from several excellent books about the murders. They reveal O. J.’s evil and guilt. I hope that everyone will read each of these works in their entirety. I am certain that I have never received any hate mail from anyone who has actually studied these sloppy murder cases...

     

    "Triumph of Justice-The Final Judgment On The Simpson Saga"

    by Daniel Petrocelli:

     

    "We had the Bruno Magli shoes with the identical sole. Simpson’s white Ford Bronco, parked outside his house, contained not only Simpson’s blood but Ron’s and Nicole’s and a shoe impression, consistent with the Bruno Magli, stained the carpet on the driver’s side. A trail of Simpson’s blood was dropped up his driveway, into his house, and up to his bedroom. Planting of that blood was out of the question, because just like the blood at the murder scene, it was found long before police investigators had taken any blood from Simpson’s arm. Simpson had cuts all over his hands the day after the murders but had no explanation for how he got them.

     

    Simpson had a key to the murder scene and, therefore, access to the murder site.

     

    Simpson cut himself while killing his ex-wife and Ron Goldman. When he realized he had to come back from Chicago with an explanation for the gashes on his fingers, he looked around, saw the drinking glass in the hotel bathroom and broke it. He squeezed a little blood on a hand towel, and left it on the counter to be seen.

    He left shards of the glass on the counter and in the sink. He staged all of this, to camouflage his guilt.

    Simpson supposedly broke the glass while he was on the phone, but that was proving difficult to do. There was no phone in the bathroom. The phone was bedside. Berns found a blood spot in the center of the [hotel] bedding...

    Supposedly, Simpson cut himself while sweeping the broken glass into the sink. Backhanded. Simpson is right handed, but the scar is on the knuckle of his left hand.

     ..Simpson had ordered his calls held and that he not be disturbed when he arrived [at his hotel in Chicago]. Two laundry bags, which had just been placed in the room, were missing. On the way out, Simpson had made a scene, banging on the front desk demanding a Band-Aid. This was uncustomarily loud and angry behavior for Simpson who was known for never losing his cool in public. He was clearly trying to make people notice his cut; the one he’d just gotten from a glass that broke.

     

    In his deposition, Simpson said he had changed clothes in his hotel and put on the black pants and white shirt...However, both Raymond Kilduff...and Mark Partridge, the passenger who sat next to him on the flight to Los Angeles, had testified...that they saw him wearing a blue jean outfit...

     

    Partridge said...Simpson told him Nicole and a man had been killed and that they had been found in the garden ...Simpson had not been told all this information as of the time he was revealing it...There was no way Simpson could have had this information except from firsthand knowledge.

     

    Beverly De Teresa was the first-class flight attendant on Simpson’s red-eye flight from Los Angeles to Chicago the night of the murders...She remembered Simpson going in and out of the lavatory about 10 times, once every 15 minutes...she never heard the toilet flush...My interpretation is that Simpson’s finger was bleeding and he was continually cleaning the cut with water...Simpson may have been drying his finger on the inside of his blue jeans pocket or stuffing bits of paper in his pockets, which would account for the change of clothes... 

     

    ...on June 12....as of around 7:00PM on the night of the murders, Simpson had no fingernail marks on his left hand....On June 13...there were gouges visible...

     

    Simpson was able to hide some of the cuts...between his fingers, which he never showed to anybody....He keeps his fingers together and he hid the one inside the fourth finger...These are fingernail gouges...The last person to put his fingers there was either Ron or Nicole, as they struggled, as they were dying.

     

    What we do know is the garment bag went to Kardashian’s house, where Simpson stayed for most of the week leading up to his arrest. It remained there for months before finally being brought to the courthouse-empty.

     

    One image seared into my mind was of Kardashian’s face when the criminal verdictwas read. At the moment of decision...Simpson wore an awkwardly pained smile...But Kardashian wore his feelings on his face...His was a look of pure unadulterated astonishment.

     

    There is no good reason why a man whose ex-wife has just been murdered, who hasn’t yet seen his grieving children, is going to drive to Los Angeles International Airport to get his golf clubs...Simpson was tracking his golf bag, he wanted to get it before the police got it. O. J. isn’t a man who runs out to the airport to pick up his bags, he has them delivered...There was something about the golf bag on which Simpson was fixated, and it wasn’t the golf clubs.

     

    After Simpson left, someone else was in that house...That someone might have been Arnelle, and if it wasn’t Arnelle, she may know who it was. Why otherwise wouldshe have created the fiction about her journey to the front door?...The police found a load of wet laundry in Simpson’s washing machine, apparently including some of Arnelle’s underwear...Simpson didn’t do the laundry that night or any night. So who did this load of laundry? Why was it still in the machine?...It’s not impossible to surmise that, in the dark, they might have missed the few small blood drops that were still there when the police entered early in the morning, or dropped something, like socks on a carpet.

     

    Bodziak was able to blow up the photo and actually see the Silga sole treads, the same pattern as the bloody footprints leading down the foot path, away from Nicole’s and Ron’s bodies. The photograph also clearly showed that Simpson was pigeon-toed, the bloody footprints were pigeon-toed as well.

     

    The crime scene was swimming in blood. How did Fuhrman know whose blood itwas?...What if Simpson had an airtight alibi? Fuhrman was sleeping when the copscaught the call. 

     

    The blood found at the Bundy scene was either the victims’ or O. J. Simpson’s. No one else’s blood was there...We showed that all the crime scene blood samples had been collected before Simpson returned from Chicago.

     

    Simpson had an extra-wide palm but not long fingers. It was easy for a person with such a hand to make a glove look like it didn’t fit...Simpson denied Nicole had bought the gloves for him, even though we had her sales receipt.

     

    Dr. Spitz spoke readily “I think the slashing of the throat was the terminal event. I think the entire scenario from the first wound to the last, was last than 15 seconds.”

     

    ...the type of shoe worn by the killer...there were only 299 pairs of these shoes, size 12, sold in the United States.

     

    Between 9:35 PM and 10:55 PM on Sunday June 12, there is not a single living human being who can identify that they saw or spoke to [Simpson]...

     

    Allan Park had established conclusively that the Bronco was not at Rockingham at 10:03 PM. Therefore, if Simpson was in the Bronco, he was not at home....If he wasnot at home at 10:03 PM, he was committing the murders...The physical evidence put him at the scene and he had no other explanation for his whereabouts...If Simpson called Paula from the Bronco, Simpson killed Nicole and Ron.

     

    Petee established that the drive time between Nicole’s condo and Simpson’s estate was anywhere from 4 minutes 3 seconds to 5 minutes 35 seconds. There wassufficient time to commit the murders at 10:40PM, hastily leave the scene, drive toRockingham, and bump into Kato’s wall at 10:50,10:51...

     

    Juditha Brown told of her conversation with Simpson on May 19, 1994, Nicole’s birthday. “He said, ‘She may not love me anymore.’ And I said, ‘Well then go on with your life.’ And he said, ‘I tell you, the first time when she left me, I take the blame; it was my fault. But the second time, it’s gonna hurt.”..Judy recalled her final moments at her daughter’s coffin. Simpson said, “Couldyou move? Could you move? I have to be alone.” And I heard him say “I’m so sorry Nic. I’m so sorry....”

     

    Outrage: The Five Reasons Why O. J. Simpson Got Away With Murder

    By Vincent Bugliosi:

     

    "The killer’s bloody shoe print had already faded out by the time he reached the alleyway at Bundy.

     

    ..when a person is stabbed in the front of his or her body, the blood of the victim is only likely to get on the assailant if the assailant is in front of the victim...and thereis no clothing covering the body in the vicinity of the wound...The killer was behindNicole when he slashed her throat...under no circumstances would the killer be likely to “get blood on his back, which is where he is going to be in contact with the seat of the Bronco.”

     

    Within minutes of these murders, there is blood all over O. J.’s car, house and estate. And, he says he has absolutely no idea how he got cut.

     

    Andrea Mozzola also conducted a....test on a long thick wire ....at the Simpson estate...where the bloody glove was found. It too came up positive for blood....Henry Lee saw a red stain on the air conditioner...the stain produced a positive for blood....Fung: “We didn’t even bother to check the leaves”. 

     

    Contamination could only decrease, not increase, the likelihood of a DNA match.

     

    The vicious knife thrusts were born out of angry and wild passion, not just an intent to get a job done for some third party.

     

    Jim Brown, remarked on television, that everyone knew Simpson had a cocaine problem.

     

    The language of the “suicide note” reeks with guilt.

     

    Simpson also supposedly told his mother, “It was all her fault Ma...”

     

    The receipts for the disguise materials are dated May 27, 1994...just over two weeks prior to the murders...Simpson himself, in his autobiography,  “O. J. The Education Of A Rich Rookie”, said about his celebrity, “I loved it when people recognized me on the street.”

     

    ...Simpson had been black in color only...with all Simpson’s wealth and connections, he had never helped the black community, even when requested to do so...One should note that the very thick lower lip of Simpson’s early years no longerexists...O.J. would need a road map to get to the hood..  

     

    Even if the police were to frame a black man, Simpson would have been one of thelast black men on earth they would have framed. 

     

    ...Simpson had seven cuts, scrapes and bruises on his left hand. 

     

    ...while Simpson was shadow boxing on the tape, he twice made unscripted remarks which many feel implied he beat his wife... "You just gotta get your space...if you are working out with the wife...if you know what I mean. You could always blame it on working out."

     

    The prosecution of O. J. Simpson was the most incompetent criminal prosecution I have ever seen...The reality is that the two prosecutors could hardly have been any worse...It was only the greater incompetence of the prosecution that saved Cochran, Shapiro, Bailey, and Scheck, et. al, from defeat.

     

    So the only case we know of for sure in which Mark Fuhrman engaged in serious police misconduct reached the desk of  [Johnnie Cochran, Assistant District Attorney, 1978]...and [Johnnie] passed.

     

    The experts have weighed with their views on the injurious impact upon blacks of the Simpson verdict...So Johnnie Cochran, instead of being viewed as a hero, should be judged by them for what he did-cynically and blatantly use and exploit them to their very serious detriment..."

     

    "Post Mortem: The O. J. Simpson Case"

    edited by Jeffrey Abramson -“Obsessed With O. J.” by Michael Eric Dyson:

     

    "O. J. apparently belongs to that fraternity of black men who “have-to-have-a-white-woman-at-all-costs.” There’s a difference, after all, between preference and obsession.

     

    Most black men charged with a capitol crime have little money to seek responsible representation. Most do not count the police as their friends, lackeys even. Nor do they have the use of fame as a powerful deterrent to their conviction.

     

    For many black men and women, the problem of domestic violence in the Simpson case was subordinated to race...the denial was achieved by insisting that Nicole was “trash”, that she was sexually loose, that she was a party girl who played O. J. for material gain...It still does not justify O. J.’s brutal beating of Nicole. Nor should it have cost her her life. After all, O. J. was extraordinarily promiscuous, a man of enormous appetites for varied substances, and beneath the public sheen of class, a brazen bully of women. O. J. and Nicole equally embodied the ugly lives of pretty people.

     

    Plus, sisters, when O. J. walked, he didn’t come for you. Does he, or any black man who doesn’t display the utmost respect and admiration for black women, really merit such profound loyalty?

     

    Why is it that some black people spend so much energy denying the impact of race on their lives, only to embrace it when their backs are against the wall? Clarence Thomas employed this ruse...The same may be said about O. J. He always aspired to get beyond race, to be neither white nor black, to be human...There is no such thing as being black and not already being a human being. The two are not diametrically opposed.

     

    The irony is that Nicole Brown Simpson benefited from the public face of O. J.’s acceptable aggression-a luxurious lifestyle as the wife of a sports star-but its private expression may have killed her.

     

    In this case...race ruled, gender disappeared, and justice was exiled to the Island of Ambiguity.

     

    Domestic violence against women is a concealed epidemic in black communities. Itneeds to be exposed.

     

    Only when we begin to see how race, gender, domestic violence and money are intimately bound will light begin to appear at the end of out collective tunnel."

     

    "I’m Not Dancing Anymore: O. J. Simpson’s Niece Breaks the Silence"

    by Terri Baker: 

     

    "Uncle O. J. had bought Grandma a house when he started making money, but otherwise we were pretty much on our own financially.

     

    Somehow Uncle O. J. set up a deal to put Grandma in one of his commercials...What did Uncle O. J. need with the extra money?...I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t just let Grandma keep the whole fee...

     

    At Christmas time, the family would get Honey Baked hams...

     

    Like Uncle O. J., Marcus Allen definitely preferred white women... I always suspected Marcus wanted everything Uncle O. J. had-including Nicole...We all knew Marcus had an affair with Nicole...

     

    I kept looking at Uncle O. J. and thinking "Why isn’t he overcome with grief?"...I wondered why he was talking about himself, instead of talking about what might have happened, who might have killed Nicole.

     

    Why wasn’t Uncle O. J. offering to help with airfare?...The family couldn’t begin to afford a hotel...Uncle O. J.’s large bedroom and bath were kept locked at all times. Only Paula Barbieri was ever allowed to sleep in there...My VW was too small to fit everyone in...Uncle O.J’s Bentley was sitting gathering dust in the garage...

     

    Uncle O. J. did not attend [Johnnie Cochran’s homecoming party for him].

     

    I knew perfectly well that Uncle O. J. was still a powerful man [despite his

    arthritis]. 

     

    Ron Shipp looked at Uncle O. J. and said “This is sad...” As Ron left the stand and walked by Uncle O. J., he looked right at him and mouthed ‘Tell the truth man...Tell the truth.”

     

    Uncle O. J. had cuts on his left hand the next day...How to explain away all the blood evidence? 

     

    How many things can you write off to a conspiracy? This would have to be a reallyelaborate plot.

     

    I thought back to the day when dad and I had gone by the murder scene...We had seen blood on the back gate that day...

     

    The DNA was crucial...the DNA did not lie...We were all in denial. Even if they did carry around a vial of Uncle O. J.’s blood, how would they have planted Ron’s? They didn’t carry his around...

     

    On this day, the autopsy photos were going to be shown...At one point, Uncle O.J. leaned over to Bob Kardashian and asked him to lean forward and block the TVcamera from zooming in on his face...

     

    If I had a latex glove on and tried to put another glove on top of that, it probably wouldn’t fit either...This was the glove that had grabbed Nicole’s hair, that she had bled on. Some of her hair was still embedded in it. This was the glove the murderer had worn...Why wasn’t anyone wondering about Uncle O. J.’s demeanor? Putting the gloves on didn’t seem to bother him...For him, there was no apparent emotion attached to doing it... 

     

    I asked Uncle O. J. about the fibers later. He didn’t have an answer.

     

    I had heard that Johnnie had arranged for two out-of-town lawyers to cross examineUncle O. J. in jail...It had been a disaster.

     

    It was like Elvis at Graceland...Uncle O. J. sending his assistants out to the gate forthe pick of the litter among the coeds gathered there...

     

    All through the trial, we had discussed gathering together to go on vacation tocelebrate as a family. But, it never happened. Instead, Uncle O. J. chartered a plane so he could fly his buddies to Florida for a round of golf.

     

    I have a lot of gay friends and was old enough to recognize my grandfather’s lifestyle...I never got to talk to him about it, to tell him I loved him whatever...it remains one of my biggest regrets. 

     

    Bob Kardashian...had recently expressed public doubts about Uncle O. J.’s innocence.

     

    Kato also said that on the day of the murders, Uncle O.J. was angry at Nicole, and that he said she was playing “hardball” with him...Kato also testified that Uncle O. J. owned a dark sweat suit...

     

    Uncle O. J.’s testimony had so many holes in it...He was so used to people accepting whatever he said that he’d lost touch with how incredible this sounded.

     

    A. C. testified that there was violence in [O. J. and Nicole’s] relationship....I remembered A. C.’s grief when Nicole died..."

     

     

    "American Tragedy: The Uncensored Story of the Simpson Defense"

    by Lawrence Schiller:

     

    "O. J. Simpson had no romantic life on the night Nicole was murdered. Simpson’s phone bill showed that he’d called former Raider cheerleader Gretchen Stockdale that same afternoon: “Uh, hey, Gretchen, sweetheart, it’s Orenthal James, who is finally at a place in his life where he is like totally, totally, unattached with everybody...”

     

    [RE: O. J.’s failed polygraph test] Minus 22 means Simpson failed virtually all of the questions about the murders."

      

    "Nicole Brown Simpson: The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted"

    by Faye D. Resnick with Mike Walker 

     

    "O. J.: “Faye, if she’s going to leave me, tell me now...I can’t take it...I won’t come back and have the bomb dropped on me...It’ll make me crazy...If she’s really serious about this and I find out she’s with any other man before August, I’ll kill her. I mean it. I’ll kill that bitch.”

     

    Nicole: “I thought O.J. would change when I became pregnant with Justin, but he didn’t. He continued his affair with Tawny Kitaen and he would come home and beat me if I confronted him about it...O. J. started beating me, kicking me, punching me. He hit me so hard once I thought I was going blind. He picked me up, took me to a closet, threw me inside, and locked the door...For hours, O. J. would watch TV then come back, open the door, hit me some more, then lock me up again...

     

    O. J. has done a lot for my family. They love him. I’m not saying they don’t love me...They just love him more....So that’s my choice Faye. I think he’ll kill me if I stay with him, so if he’s going to kill me because I’m leaving, I might as well face it now...

     

    O. J. takes off for New York in August. He’s usually there four or five months...so he wants me to stay away from men until he goes to New York. Then he’ll start screwing everything in sight.”

     

    O.J.: “I want Nicole to be in as much pain as possible, Without me, she’s nothing. Let her live in reality a while so she’ll appreciate how good she had it with me.”

     

    Nicole: “ O. J., that IRS letter  you sent me proved, like nothing else could, that you have no interest in your children...*uck off!. Get away from us! Get out of my life! You’re not welcome in the family anymore....I never ever want to see you again...Get the *uck away from me. And don’t ever call me again. You are one sick individual.” 

     

    Nicole told me O. J. exploded. He turned on her like  a man possessed. He threatened her saying “If you’re ever with Marcus again, I’ll...I don’t know what I’ll do, but it will be real bad. I won’t be able to control myself.”

     

    In the dimness of the church, O. J. was wearing dark glasses. He proceeded past Nicole’s casket as if her were sleepwalking. He appeared to be heavily drugged...the press later revealed that he was under sedation....Faye: “O. J., whathappened?”...O.J.: “Girl...you, out of all of them, knew that I loved her too much.”

     

    ...the adoration of “50 million women” wasn’t enough. He had that weak spot forthe one woman who dared to walk out on him-and was about to do it again...

     

    O. J.’s tempers were truly terrifying. Nicole said he was doing a lot of cocaine. He was certainly drinking heavily.

     

    Just because this was O. J. Simpson, he was going to get away with being drunk and threatening...the policeman was oblivious to that contorted mask of fury.

     

    That’s how O. J. got away with what the world now knows as continual savage abuse. Nicole rarely talked about it.

     

    Nicole hated the Hollywood scene. It fed

    O. J.’s secret and egocentric view that she was inadequate, and it gave him a made to order excuse to womanize.

     

    ...which relates to O. J.’s hatred of Nicole getting fat during pregnancy...she’d had six abortions because she didn’t want another child with O. J...a testimony to her devotion and her fear of him.

     

    It had been one of those evenings when O. J. hid in the bushes and spied on her. He’d been doing that almost from the first day of their separation...O. J. watched through the living room window as Nicole performed oral sex on Keith...

     

    What people forget is that O. J. had been charged with battery...So from 1989-1992, Nicole sometimes had the power...That’s probably why Nicole was able to stop him from doing violence to Keith.

     

    Now I was nervous, O. J. was actually stalking Nicole...Nicole: “Damn Faye, the keys are gone. And the remote’s gone. O. J.’s got them!”

     

    Here’s the truth about O. J. and his children: Once Nicole left he rarely saw them. The kids also served as O. J.’s made to order tool for manipulation.

     

    Nicole told me Sydney had a sleepwalking problem. Nicole believed it was because Sydney’s bedroom was right next to her parents and she heard the beatings...Little Justin was too young to know what was going on, but it’s sad to think that here’s a little boy whose daddy was a sports superstar, and yet...O. J. rarely played catch or Frisbee or wrestled in the grass or on the floor with his own son.

     

    Marcus and A. C. were O. J.’s only black friends. If you looked at most of O. J.’s pals, they were older, affluent, white Jewish men.

     

    O. J. seemed to hate being black...and avoided any real connection with the black community...Before they met, O. J. had made it a point to be seen with as many beautiful women as possible, and it was generally understood that only whites need apply. His flirtations and affairs while he was married to Nicole, as well as during their separation, invariably were with women who...definitely were a lighter shadeof pale....Nicole was in O. J.’s words “angel white”.

     

    But it was unacceptable to O. J. for anybody to even look at Nic. Although she was his ex-wife, he still treated her like his possession. Nobody touched Nicole. Nicole moved to Bundy to be near her friends and the children’s school, not O. J.

     

    O. J. was genuinely astounded at being questioned. As his rage mounted, he would turn the blame around and condemn Nicole for getting him angry, totally bypassing the issue of how he had wronged her.

     

    Nicole enjoyed, actually needed, sex...It was also Nic’s way to escape from pain. Men were her drug of choice..."

     

     

     

    "I Want To Tell You" by O. J. Simpson 

     

    "I was shocked when Nicole asked for a separation...

     

    I was so close to Judy that I talked to her more than  Nicole did...I thought about writing to Judy but I can’t.

     

    Nicole loved my father...In many ways Nicole’s relationship with my dad was probably better than my relationship with my dad.

     

    I don’t play O. J. when I’m on TV. I’m always me.

     

    If I didn’t have some money, I would have no chance at all.

     

    Spousal abuse will be an issue at my trial and, therefore, I can’t discuss it in thesepages.

     

    Despite some mixed blood here and there, as a kid I looked upon myself as just being black...When I was young I remember looking at all these great black women and seeing that they were with white guys. Diana Ross, Pearl Bailey, Lena Horne, and Leslie Uggams all seemed to be with white guys.

     

    We never talked about our kids being interracial...Sydney was so unusual looking...beautiful bronze skin with blond hair...I would say to Sydney” You’re the best of Mommy and Daddy.”

     

     

    "Murder in Brentwood" by Mark Fuhrman   

     

    "[The prosecution] knew they had more than enough evidence to convict, and thus became self-righteous and picky about what they presented 

     

    The blood evidence in this case is total and absolute incrimination of O. J. Simpson. Not one particle of blood points to anyone other than Simpson and the two victims. ..The one place where Simpson’s blood is absent of either victims is on the driver’s door interior surface and on the instrument panel-he had to turn on the headlights...his left hand is bleeding. 

     

    Considering the position of Nicole’s body, slumped on the steps...when Goldman would have first approached her, Nicole’s hair would have come in direct contact with his body. But Ron’s hair would not come in contact with hers...The dress fibers and the 25 hairs from Nicole show me that Ron had contact with Nicole physically, no matter how slight, before Simpson engaged him in a battle for his life.

     

    Brad: “Where your wife was killed, there was a blood trail...and that blood trail led here.”...At this point, Simpson stopped asking questions. he broke into a sweat andbegan hyperventilating. he just kept muttering “Oh man, oh man, oh man...”

     

    The physical evidence on those gloves connects them irrefutably as the right and left hand of the murderer...Simpson’s own doctor testified that the defendant had seven abrasions and three cuts on his left hand. A left handed glove was found at the Bundy scene...Simpson’s right hand did not have any cuts or abrasions. A right handed glove was found at Rockingham.

     

    While Park was trying to ring him, Simpson was at the murder scene.

     

    Simpson was emphatic that he didn’t want Kato to call the police or Westec.

     

    ...the “suicide note” was written on June 15th, not the 17th, when he took off with Al Cowlings. before he was even charged, O. J. Simpson knew he was going to jail.

     

    Simpson has a narcissistic, possessive, jealous personality. He was obsessed with Nicole. That obsession resulted in beatings, stalking, spying, harassment, and ultimately murder. These are documented facts...

     

    Ron: “I have been seeing a 35 year old woman who has two kids. She has a white Ferrari. She’s really nice...[The sex] is great!”...There was one person who would be outraged at the fact that Nicole had chosen a mere waiter to replace him in bed, and that was O. J. Simpson.

     

    Nicole came home with two small children. She put the ice cream down on the stair railing to pick up one of the kids, and she never returned to pick it up."

     

     

     

    "Kato Kaelin: The Whole Truth: The Real Story of O.J., Nicole

    & Kato: From The Actual Tapes" by Marc Eliot:

     

    "O. J. told me that he didn’t love Paula and had no intention of ever marrying her...

     

    O. J. told Kato on several occasions that he wasn’t into black women.

     

    Nicole had failed to save a seat for O. J...He was not included and it upset him... He had also complained to Kato about what Nicole had worn to the recital...

     

    I never saw O. J. go in the house and kept wondering to myself why he didn’t...The entire night, I kept having the feeling that something was not right.

     

    On at least a half-dozen occasions, off tape, Kato told me he believed O. J. had killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman and probably had help doing it. Further, he expressed fear of a freed O. J. revenging his testimonial betrayal at the hands of Brian Kato Kaelin...

     

    O. J.’s mother...repeatedly had to go to the bathroom and vomit.

     

    There is a secret entrance to exit O. J.’s house that, to this day, very few people even know exists.

     

    Robert Shapiro thought O. J. was guilty.

     

    One horrible day, O. J.’s daughter accidentally drowned...[Nicole said] O. J. made love to her that same night.

     

    Nicole to Kato: “O. J. told me he videotaped me making love in my bedroom with someone one time...I’m sure O. J. is going to kill me one day...You don’t know him Kato...O. J. Simpson can get away with murder...”

     

    One time O. J. had picked up a woman, snuck her into the Rockingham estate, brought her into one of the guest houses, and made love to her. Nicole caught him in the act, and his reaction was, hey, no big deal.

     

    Nicole was noticeably absent from Marcus Allen’s wedding ceremony and reception.

     

    Sydney developed a habit of sleepwalking. Often, she would get up early in the evening, looking completely asleep, go to the refrigerator, reach for some ice cream, put it down on the table, and go back to bed."

     

     

    "The Run of His Life: The People v. O. J. Simpson" by Jeffrey Tobin:

     

    "In the entry in her diary for June 3, Nicole quoted the exact words of O. J.’s threats: “...You’re gonna pay for this bitch...You’re going to jail you fuc*ing *unt ..You’ve got it coming...They’ll get you for tax evasion bitch.. I will see to it. You’re notgoing to have a dime left bitch...”

     

    June 7, Nicole also telephoned the Sojourn Shelter for battered women in Santa Monica to report she was being stalked by O. J. 

     

    O. J. didn’t marry Nicole until she was pregnant with Sydney in 1985. Simpson philandered compulsively, both before and after he met Nicole in 1977...Nicole had already moved into the Rockingham house when the divorce from Marguerite became final two years later...

     

    Simpson portrays himself as an unjustly accused murderer, but his letter does not even request the police to locate the “real” killer of his ex-wife and her friend.

     

    ...after receiving the initial notification call from Phillips, Simpson made 48 calls from his cellular phone, between 6:41 AM and 11:25 AM. No fewer than 18 went to his personal attorney Skip Taft.

     

    Among his findings:

    -Hair in the blue knit cap found near Goldman’s feet matched Simpson’s hair..

    -Hair found on Ron Goldman’s shirt matched Simpson’s hair

    -Blue-Black cotton fibers were found on the Rockingham glove, the socks in Simpson’s bedroom, and Goldman’s shirt

     

    Heidstra said that he was walking in an alleyway paralleled to Bundy at about 10:40 PM on June 12, 1994. At that time, he said he heard a commotion in the area of Nicole’s condominium...Two voices, one clear, saying “Hey, Hey, Hey!” and the  other indistinct. He heard the very angry screaming of an older man who sounded black.

     

    O. J.: “It’s just so ironic that my wife’s biggest fear in life is frogs, and I’ve ended up starring in a TV series called The Frogman....”

     

     

    "Evidence Dismissed -The Inside Story of the Police Investigation of O. J.

    Simpson" by Detectives Tom Lange and Phillip Vannatter:

     

    "This is a rage killing.

     

    Nicole is wearing no shoes. However, the bottoms of her feet are clean. From this, Lange deduces that she had been struck down before the probable fight between the killer and the unidentified male, and died where she fell, never stepping into anyone’s blood, not even her own.

     

    ..a head hair consistent with Simpson’s hair was found on Goldman’s shirt.

     

    Before killing Goldman, the killer tortured him with his knife...

     

    ...Goldman, attempting to ward off his assailant, might have kicked into the killers knife at least twice, which could account for the slices in his boots.

     

    Both victims had been hit in the back of the head...The blood found on the bottom of Goldman’s boot was a mixture of blood from both victims, indicating that it was castoff blood from the same knife....

     

    Lange sees a small light bulb, which is loose and rolling around under the area where the passenger seat has been...Simpson might have reached for the bulb under the passenger seat after the killings, rubbing his bloody clothes up against the seat and the console.

     

    Heidstra also saw a car that resembled a white Bronco, speeding away from the crime scene...

     

    Jill Shively observed Simpson lean out of the open driver’s door window and yell at the driver of the Nissan...Simpson drove northbound on Bundy at a high rate of speed...She specifically remembers that this all occurred just before 11:00 PM

     

    All of the evidence found in Simpson and Cowling’s possession after the Bronco chase included Simpson’s passport, disguise, gun and money.

     

    Simpson had purchased a German made “stiletto” folding knife, 15 inches long when fully extended, with a 6 inch blade...He bought the knife on May 3...Simpson asked a clerk to have the knife sharpened.

     

    Simpson had said that he had last driven the Bronco “in the morning, in the afternoon”.

     

    Simpson would state that he wasn’t aware that Barbieri had left a message earlier that morning, ending their relationship.

     

    Simpson begins to give varying versions about how he cut the middle finger of his left hand.

     

    A blow-up photograph of Simpson with his daughter taken at the recital shows that he was not wearing “tennis shoes”.

     

    Simpson to Lange: “Hey, you’ve been a good guy to me...I’m the only one who deserves...”

     

    The officers on the scene let O. J. run off into the night...Ron Shipp implored Nicole to leave O. J.’s precious “image” intact....the only conspiracy: the one to help O. J. Simpson escape prosecution for beating his wife in 1989.

     

    Nearly 20 years earlier...the screaming woman was Marguerite Simpson, who refused to press charges...At that time a batterer could not be arrested unless the victim filed a formal complaint..."

     

     

     

    "O. J.: The Last Word" by Gerry Spence

     

    "Shapiro: “O. J. is a pain in the ass...Needs coddling all the time...I wouldn’t want a white man on my jury. At least not one with a small penis...”

     

    O. J. wanted me...Shapiro and the others prevailed upon Simpson to put aside his infatuation with Spence, and Cochran was hired officially on Monday, July 18. 

     

    Johnnie Cochran did not win this case. It was lost by the prosecution.

     

    Ron Goldman had been seen driving around in Nicole’s white Ferrari. Ron had told friends that he had been seeing a 35 year old woman who had two kids.

     

    Jennifer Peace, a porn star who had dated A. C. Cowlings claimed that Cowlings had wept on one of their dates, saying that Nicole didn’t deserve what she got... and that just two nights before the murders, Simpson had been stalking Ron Goldman.

     

    Kelly believes that on that Sunday night, the murder weapon and the murderer’s bloody clothes were simply dropped in the neighbor’s garbage can, where Simpson had previously deposited the “jewelry box “ early on Jan 1, 1989. 

     

    Had Simpson reverted to the role of Bullfrog?...Did it get confused in the dark, endless corridors of his mind?...In the mind of a man who had lost his hook to reality, who was swinging loosely, back and forth, on the thin rope of madness, one scene was easily transferable to the other...He had done it all before...

     

    Orenthal James Simpson is a murderer." 

     

     

    "The Other Woman: My Years with O. J. Simpson-A Story of Love, Trust, and Betrayal" by Paula Barbieri:

     

    “He killed them didn’t he!!” I burst out to Tom. Now my conflict was an open wound.

     

    Then [O. J.] asked me a question, “What happened to the messages I left you last night?”. “I erased them” I said. “Good”, he said, “I don’t need them to start picking on that too...”

     

    Had I done something to set off this terrible chain of events?

     

    O.J.’s rage had scared me once or twice...I’d seen him go berserk in a hotel room...

     

    I picked up the Bronco’s cell phone and started to dial a car service. O. J. grabbed the phone and knocked it out of my hand, hurting me.

     

    When the letter talked about Nicole, it really hurt me to hear the obvious- that O. J. still loved her, and that he’d hoped they’d have a future.

     

    It was as if, O. J. said, he’d kept trying to buy his wife’s love and approval. Not just with gifts and vacations, but by supporting her entire family. He’d bought and bought until their romance had turned into a transaction. Until their marriage was a commodity. An empty shell.

     

    Watching “My Fair Lady” with O. J. was a multimedia experience. He knew most of the dialogue by heart, and all of the songs, and he sang along with each one of them.

     

    What was my first impression? With his big head and long fingers and skinny body, O. J. Simpson reminded me of ET, the extraterrestrial. I’m not saying he 

    wasn ’t handsome; he would have been one of the more attractive aliens on a Star Wars set....But mostly, I felt sorry for him. Beneath O. J.’s bravado, I sensed a person in pain...As far as I was concerned, O. J. Simpson was just a lonely friend of Marcus

    Allen..."

     

     

    "Raging Heart: The Intimate Story of O. J. and Nicole Brown Simpson" by Sheila Weller:

     

    "Marcus was a younger better O. J....Could there be a more pointed insult?

     

    Sports superstar’s life is arranged so that what can plainly be seen in others as sickness and cruelty is in him excused as the idiosyncrasy of a hero with vast appetites.

     

    About 5 weeks before she was murdered, Nicole left a list of O. J.'s abuses of her in the Bundy Drive condo...Four weeks before she was murdered, she made out her

    will. 

     

    O. J. : “I’m not done with Nicole...I am going to get her, but good.”

     

    There was about Nicole now a finally grounded sense of freedom and understanding that O. J. would never change...O. J., who tried to let go of her and had once succeeded...at which time she came back to him.

     

    O.J. “I am a pathetic person...I’ve had enough...I’ve lived my life...”

     

    Nicole often wore dark glasses inside the house during the day. And jogged in them very early in the morning.

     

    Nicole: “O. J. broke my ribs...I wish I could just walk away. But...O. J. is crazy...he would kill me...””

     

    Whenever O. J. was around the Deep Canyon house, he and Marguerite were either separated or having a fight...She was so unhappy...She was known to wear sunglasses all the time, inside as well as outside the house...on at least two occasions, she called the police...

     

    Nicole fell in love with Marcus...You do not leave a man like O. J. twice- it’s too humiliating for him...

     

    All of a sudden the passenger door shot open and Simpson pushed Nicole out of the

    car...

     

    A.C. to O.J:” You sick mother*ucker...” 

    O. J. to police: “The police have been out here 8 times before...and you’re gonna arrest me for this!?...Why do you want to make a big deal out of it?”

     

    Eunice told Johnnie that when O. J. was a child she couldn’t do anything when he went into a rage.

     

    On June 12, a young golfer noticed that Simpson was having “extreme mood swings”

     

    O. J. had threatened to report Nicole to the IRS...The disgust it produced in her released her from his grip.

     

    There is a distinct favoritism shown toward Jason...After his second divorce, Nicole claimed that O. J. evinced the same sort of favoritism toward his second youngest son Justin...

     

    Nicole had six abortions..She had at least two of them before Sydney’s birth...

     

    O. J. was cavalier about his behavior. Sometimes he had the girls he slept with over to play tennis. Or, he invited them to the birthday parties Nicole gave him...

     

    O. J. would call Nicole 10, 15, 20 times a night.

     

    In both of O. J. Simpson’s divorces...he asked for and got the house, despite the fact that in both cases his young children would have to be uprooted...

     

    Marguerite would contend for years that her grief over Aaren’s drowning led O.J. to conceal assets and take advantage of her in the settlement.

     

    Nicole always kidded O. J. about his thinking he was white.

     

    Jimmy Lee Simpson left Eunice for a man. He lived in the community as a homosexual...O. J. was teased relentlessly about his father’s sexuality.

     

    O.J. in his autobiography: “The ghetto makes you want to hide your real identity from cops, teachers, and even yourself. It forces you to build up false images...”

     

     

     

    "Out of Bounds (1989)" by Jim Brown:  

     

    "I basically like O.J. Simpson. I do like Marcus Allen. And, I like Michael Jackson and Lionel Ritchie.  If they don't care about black folks, that's one thing.  If they do, then their contribution is lacking...I'm not saying that to try and hurt people. I'm saying it to try and help. Because, if we don't help our own, who will? Until black folks take a stand, how can we expect white people to?

     

    ...O.J. cannot tell the truth to America. In order to stay popular, make the money, he can't say his black brothers are getting mistreated. That's why, among hardcore blacks, the Juice gets tremendous respect as an athlete, and very little as a man.

     

    That's why I never call O.J. if there’s a black event that might be controversial, or I need guys to come down to South Central L.A...

     

    Here's the thing: white America will never accept the Juice, wholesome image or not, as fully as it will a white guy.

     

    However phony the guy, O.J. the runner was the genuine item...

     

    A black man who messes with white women...still takes a gamble in this country. O. J. Simpson did it.

     

    He left his first wife, Marguerite, who is black, later married the lady he's with now [Nicole Brown], who is white.

     

    As image-oriented as the Juice is, that surprised me.

     

    Guys like...the Juice...have all been perceived as Goody-Goody, but the image is simply a guy who isn't straight.

     

    I don't know one cat who is straight, and I know a lot of guys. Behind closed doors, everyone is human."

     

     

     

    FOR MORE INFORMATION ON DROVES OF EVIDENCE AGAINST O. J. SIMPSON, READ:

     

    "RACE AND JUSTICE: RODNEY KING & O. J. SIMPSON IN A HOUSE DIVIDED" 

    by Jewelle Taylor Gibb"s

     

     

    FOR CLASSIC INTELLECTUAL REFLECTIONS ON AMERIKKKAN RACISM AND SEXISM EXPOSED BY THE O. J. TRIAL, READ:

     

    "BIRTH OF A NATION'HOOD: GAZE, SCRIPT, AND SPECTACLE IN THE O.J. SIMPSON" CASE 

     

    Edited by Toni Morrison

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    DNP Random Things PicsIf I Did It: Confessions of the KillerBirth of a Nation'hood: Gaze, Script, and Spectacle in the O. J. Simpson CaseHow I Helped O.J. Get Away With Murder: The Shocking Inside Story of Violence, Loyalty, Regret, and RemorseRAGING HEARTNicole Brown Simpson: The Private Diary of a Life InterruptedShattered: In the Eye of the StormOutrage: The Five Reasons Why O. J. Simpson Got Away with MurderI'm Not Dancing Anymoreoj prison simpsonNationalEnquirer.com

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    PS:

    O. J. + BATH SALTS = CHRIS BROWN

    WHAT A GD SHAME!!!

    Latest stint: Simpson clearly gained weight between his last trial (left) and had another mugshot taken today as his appeal begins and he is noticeably more grey (right)

  • VEGAN RESOLUTIONS 2010

     

    I am 47 years old. Other than my genetic diabetes, I am in perfect health and look much younger. My only vice is my constant struggle to resist being a carnivore. As a Leo/lioness born into a family of superb professional chefs, fine dining is a passion. My wife is a gourmet chef and a southern queen who makes my daily culinary struggles even more daunting. My favorite classic movie line is from a beautiful erotic film entitled "Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love":

    "There are only three pleasures in life: Eating meat. Touching meat. And, putting meat into meat..."

    Persistence pays. I longed to grow soft natural locks decades before I shaved my head bald in 1996. Now, I am locked for life. Likewise, I have admired vegans for decades. I have been a haunted carnivore since I was 13. Someday, I will finally become a complete vegan. It is a truly a challenging task…

    I have struggled sporadically to become rigidly vegetarian. I am an insulin dependent. My physical and dietary disciplines are truly matters of life and death. At 47, I am tangibly and increasingly aware of my own mortality. As I age, the desire to become vegan is becoming more overwhelming, but no less difficult to achieve.

    Like most lionesses, my lair is my castle. I am a recluse who enjoys my own company and that of very few intimates in my own space. Cooking at home is a constant pleasure. I am excited about mastering raw recipes and other new vegan culinary delights.

    I love fine food. Even as a great cook, I feel worthless in a kitchen compared to my stellar gourmet goddess wife. Like her, I was born into a family of gifted southern chefs from whom I have taken copious notes for years. I am the eldest of three siblings and the only female. My two brothers are both superior professional chefs who cook for lucrative livings.

    Food is a genetic passion of my life. For decades, that passion has included meat. However, the endlessly toxic world we live in is ruled by ruthless corporations who poison us for profits. Our world is harder and tougher than any culinary disaster we might ever imagine. Nothing we consume is more poisonous than meat. Each day, no matter how delectable meats may taste, it becomes harder for me to ingest such poison.

    The links below may help you as they help me. They keep me conscious of the toxic ingredients and poisonous production of meats. Like my locks, my strict veganism will also become a reality…finally. It is a struggle in progress, and a victory in motion.

     Best Wishes & Healthy Happiness!

     

    Confessions of an East Coast Raw Vegan (Black and White Edition)By Any Greens Necessary: A Revolutionary Guide for Black Women Who Want to Eat Great, Get Healthy, Lose Weight, and Look Phat

    Sistah Vegan: Food, Identity, Health, and Society: Black Female Vegans SpeakHow To Eat To Live, Book 2How to Eat to Live, Book 1Eating Well for Optimum Health: The Essential Guide to Bringing Health and Pleasure Back to Eating

    Dick Gregory's Natural Diet for Folks Who Eat: Cookin' With Mother NatureHealthy Aging: A Lifelong Guide to Your Well-BeingHeal Thyself: For Health and LongevityJourney To HealthJourney To Health 2

     

  • "PRECIOUS" - A COLORIST CLASSIC

    2009

    Rarely is a film even close in quality to an excellent book it depicts. “PRECIOUS” is a rare exception to that artistic rule. The film is as intensely painful as Sapphire’s classic novel “PUSH”. It is equally raw as it exposes toxic parenting and incest. It is equally graphic as it reveals the suicide of self-hatred and the pathology of ignorance and cyclical physical and sexual traumas. It is equally triumphant as it exhibits the invincible power of self-esteem and self-love.

    I was impressed with how tastefully the incestuous sex scenes were shot. The film expertly engaged viewers’ carnal imaginations rather than bombard our senses with explicitly pornographic imagery. The tragedies within this film were interspersed with healing humor and defiant hope that eased the emotional wounds we shared with the heinously abused Precious.

    The eurocentrism in the film was excruciatingly authentic. So many blacks who are traumatized by black people in horrid black neighborhoods grow up to associate everything that is good exclusively with white people and eurocentric cultures. From Precious’ romantic obsession with a white male teacher to her envisioning herself as a thin blonde girl in the mirror, it is clear that Precious has come to typically hate blackness in general.

    White supremacy is most intense when it is desperately embraced as a tool of emotional salvation. Ironically, the very same white supremacy that soothes Precious sabotages this film. This excellent film is marred by the glaring flaw of rabid colorism.

    Virtually all of the most abusive and monstrous characters in this film are dark skinned. All of the most angelic and educated characters are light skinned. That is inexcusable and will do nothing to save the black souls of all of the real life ebony skinned self-loathing clones of Precious who will view this otherwise superbly realistic film.

    It is uniquely revolutionary to see positive homosexuals in any black film. So, why could at least one of the lesbian lovers not be a dark skinned beauty with lovely nappy locks? Why could the kind male nurse not be dark skinned and the cruel, incestuous, and rapist father light skinned?

    The most appalling incident of colorism was in the unrealistically yellow skin tones of both babies born to two persons as dark skinned as Precious and her pedophile rapist father. Clearly, the love of these two yellow skinned children was the saving grace of Precious’ cursed life.  Would the medicinal light of their dual love in her entirely bleak life have been negated by their dark skin?

    Today, toxic young parents have become a genocidal norm in black America. That is why this film is so very important. It nobly tackles necessary issues of illiteracy, incest, and self-love in expert fashions. These increasingly common social ills are festering wounds in America. All wounds heal best in open air. Sadly, the festering wounds of rabid colorism seemed to be enforced as starkly as they were examined. This was a grave flaw that could have easily been rectified.

    The final credits of the film dedicate it to precious girls everywhere. Many dark skinned precious girls do battle with white supremacy and colorism in all arenas incessantly. I love this film. But, I would have loved it even more if it had featured just one positive person with skin that was not yellow. This superior film would have been absolutely flawless if I had seen just one person on screen that was positive and dark skinned like me.

     

     

    2009

     

    SAPPHIRE’S NOVEL “PUSH” BECOMES THE SCREEN GEM “PRECIOUS”


    I am a realist. That is why I am a loyal fan of Lee Daniels and all of his stellar work. I admire him as a beautiful and out gay man. I revere him as a gifted director of edgy raw dramas. His films are always passionately real, deeply cerebral, and hauntingly complex. Most films seek to escape reality. Lee’s brave films hypnotically wallow in reality. That is why I adore all of his films.


    I am also a true fan of Sapphire. She is a renowned author and poet who is equally brave and gifted. Her raw and rebel work includes a classic and prophetic poem about Michael Jackson and the fatality of homophobia and white supremacy, featured in her classic 1999 book of prose entitled "Black Wings & Blind Angels: Poems". Had Michael’s sane homosexual spirit not been tortured to death by the typically homohating Jehovah Witness religion or tormented by his groupie loving heterosexual whore father and brothers, perhaps he could have grown to be a happy and mature homosexual man. But, like so many deeply closeted gay priests driven to pedophilia by the insanity of forced celibacy and psychoses of religious self-hatred, Michael went visibly insane before he died.

     

    As a fellow lesbian, I idolize Sapphire’s rebel courage and candor. Sapphire’s uncensored truths combined with Lee Daniels unmatched vision can only fashion creative perfection. I expect only sheer excellence from these two superior artists. A superb cast and monied producers like Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey only enhance a project destined to be great. Both Perry and Winfrey have bravely revealed their own experiences as sexually abused children.

     

    Toxic parenting is the greatest gaping wound in America! Wounds heal best in open air. Sapphire’s legendary novel “Push” simultaneously exposes toxic parenting, extreme sexual child abuse, and colorism. Daniels’ film is certain to expertly illuminate these festering wounds. Hopefully, they will also spark belated and healing discussions.