PureAmplifier43

I was around 6, maybe, when my mother left Fresno CA for Chico CA. She had taken us to homeless shelter in Seattle WA, but had a change of heart when she realized she needed to make a living. We stayed at the homeless shelter there when I was 6 -ish as long as she could tolerate the lack of privacy…which was all but 3 days total before she left Washington for California. The police department had held a press conference several days and they finally settle on a name for the Black Panther party…Cop-Killer. The reports of deaths of members of the AAPRBPP started coming in. My mother was an affiliate and she feared for her life. It was described as a civil duty to shot on sight any Black Panther. My mother hear about a dark skinned sister who left Oakland for Chico CA city hall and plead for mercy. She was made to distribute narcotics and is the grandmother of Jaleesa my daughter…may they both rest in peace. So, my mother catches up with her when I was 6…we drove. My mother was brought to tears when the police gave her several drugs. I asked why…they told me people that are home getting drunk aren’t going to prevent them from making it home to their family at the end of the day…and they wanted to see fewer pediatrician across the board.
So I’m there… and I was made a special forces green beret after the euthanasia took place…that we all witnessed.
The scene is Campbell Commons Apartments…I would run from where you saw Jaleesa there everyday during those summer months…west Sacramento and Columbus to Flume. There was a church there and I was less likely to get lynched on sacred ground. That didn’t stop the, from making me lay down on he curb so they could take turns jumping up and down on my neck before I got the opportunity to dual in the Campbell Commons parking lot directly across the street from the church …I would come to kill all the top martial artist of earth in that parking lot. Rule was I had to allow them to land the first 2 blows…and then I could defend my self and then I could offensive. This was everyday. So, a girl…about 16 comes and sits next to me while I sat on church grounds and I started fingering her on the curb. The pastor comes out of the office and that was basically how it started. The pastor asked me my philosophy on religion because they knew nothing about black people…so I told him some shit and he created the Mormon faith based upon the yarn I spun intentionally.
The lynch mob did form. But they explained to me after I lied and said we weren’t fingering on the curb…they took turns one by one asking us as they lead her off. I declare it was holy ground. They explained to me that the constitution of the United States was actually a document worded for the land mass of Northern California where the bulk of the fighting took place dating back to the 1500s. The community in 1770s sent a pigeon wire to the government asking them to help financing the removal of the corpses. The government sent a document that states “we can’t send cash…but, we can provide you with he social status of grave tenders and make the land mass where the corpses final resting place was were hey fell sacred ground that can only be occupied by clergy men and women of the cloth. People were coming out to California to live on these properties…in the constitution. People were selling deeds to the property of the constitution and people were beginning to forget. So, they took me with them to run the people off the land that they had been con’d to purchase. But, it was such as steady con that they were working in the mortgage industry that eventually people came to inhabit and form communities and society in “no mans land”. Decades after they took me back to the church and made me sit on the curb and put aaaaaall the property deeds we had collected in my name and in my hands. They were certificates. And, the US chose to honor them and they are in my name. 85% of my fortune.