The Truth
Call me stupid, but it just accrued to me today, March 15, 2002, after having gone through 8 months of legal formality and having some bigot in a black robe declare that my son is not my son, and making it illegal for me to see or communicate with him, that I have not yet had a chance to tell what really happened at Country Club Day Care Center.
You might say that publishing this here, at this time before going to trial for the criminal charges is not wise. If there were a chance in hell of a nigger in Florida getting a fair trial, you’d be right. However, these bigots want so badly to lock me up, I would be a fool to think that I am not going to jail and/or be killed. Therefore, publishing this here, and now, is probably the only chance that I will ever have to tell what really happened at Country Club Day Care Center.
Stephin could have told them, but they did not want to hear the truth. A Department of Children and Families child thief, Rae Weir, and a white policeman took a 4 ½ year old nigger boy into a closed room and forced him to say that his father yells, and the two of them used this to justify taking the boy’s father away from him, but they would not ask him what happened at Country Club Day Care Center where he is suppose to have been abused by his father. But, they used this incident as the basics for all of their other actions leading to the banning of the boy’s father from his life. So, here it is; the truth! In the words of Paddy G, deal with it.
On my way to work, I stopped by Country Club Day Care Center to put Stephin’s medicine into his eyes. As I went through the gate, Stephin’s class was coming out of the building. He saw me and ran to me saying Daddy, Daddy. We hugged and then I started to put the medicine into his eyes when I noticed that his lip was busted. I asked him what happened and he told me that a big kid pushed him down. When I asked him what did the teachers do, he said they put the kid in time out.
I had been trying to get Fannie to take Stephin out of this school for at least the past 2 weeks. I think he was in the school for 3 weeks. The Friday before the incident, Stephin told us that the “big kids” made him eat leaves and an old bandage with blood on it. Upon hearing this, I told Fannie that even if she had to take time off from work, she was not to take Stephin back to Country Club Day Care Center, the ghetto school as I called it.
Over the weekend, Fannie supposedly had some kid of emergency or something, so that when Monday came, I did not push the school issue. I assumed she would regroup Monday, do whatever needed to be done administratively, and have Stephin moved by Tuesday or Wednesday.
Stephin’s busted lip was too much to ignore. I felt that this, on top of the incident of the previous week, made it blatantly clear that Stephin was being abused in Country Club Day Care Center. I felt that as his father, my obligation was to get him out of that abusive environment; that it would have been gross negligence on my part to leave him there. So, I decided to take him out, to bring him to Fannie and insist that she remove him from Country Club Day Care Center. I told Stephin that we were leaving that ghetto school and to come with me, but as we turned to leave, his “teacher” called to me that I would have to sign him out first. I said ok, gave her my driver’s licenses and the 3 of us walked to the office.
In the office, there was a man setting at one desk and a lady at the other. The “teacher” gave my driver’s license to the lady behind the desk and showed me the sign-out form on the corner of the desk. As I was signing him out, Stephin asked, “Daddy, are we not coming back to this ghet… (Ghetto) school?” I told him that we would talk about it later. The lady behind the desk then said, “You can’t take him.” I said ok, and reached for my driver’s license. She hesitated to give it to me. I looked at her and said in a stern voice, “Give me my license.” She slowly reached it to me, and as she did, she grabbed Stephin’s arm from across the desk and said, “You can’t take him.” I grabbed Stephin’s arm from her and we walked out of the door. I think the “teacher” felt and hurt herself as we went out of the door.
As Stephin and I were walking to the car somebody grabbed us, him more then me. This woman (I think it was the “teacher”) had a death grip around Stephin’s wrist. He was trying to pull away, but she would not let him go. When she finally did let Stephin go, I told him to “go get in the car.” I think he ran to the gate, I saw him open it and go through it. The next time I looked up he was in the car and some woman was going toward his door. As I made my way to the car, she reached in and grabbed Stephin.
I was still being held by somebody, maybe 2 people, I really don’t know how many, because I did not care who or how many. I only wanted to get to my car with my son and leave. I think the lady clinging to me finally let go and I made my way to the car and tried to get the other woman to let go of Stephin, and to block her from taking him out of the car. When I got to the car, I felt a group of people near. I figured that I would not make it to the other side of the car, so I climbed in through Stephin’s window. They immediately pulled me back out by the legs.
So, the one guy, I think he was the owner, the same man who was setting at the desk in the office, held my foot, and as he did, there seemed to be a group of people around us. I was holding onto the door so as not to fall flat on my face as he pulled my foot. Then this other man went around to the driver’s side of the car and reached for Stephin, but Stephin moved to the door and I put an arm around him. The man then reached into the car and tried to pull the hood release. I told him to get out of my car. He continued in his efforts so I told him if he did not get out of may car that I would “fuck” him up. He cursed me and challenged me to a fight.
Given the nature of my position at the time (hanging from the door of the car), the fact that he was bigger and much stronger, and the fact that I had just had an operation on my hart, fighting anybody was out of the question.
None-the-less, I talked as if I was ready to get in the ring with this guy. He then went back to the other side of the car and started the hood release thing, again. I put my hand on the door of the glove box and again told him that if he got into my car that I would “fuck” him up. During all of this the man holding my foot twisted it and pulled my leg to the side. When I told him to stop he did. Then this 3rd man went into my front pocket. I turned around to see what was going on, told him to get out of my pocket, and drew back to punch him, but seeing that he was a little guy and young, and not wanting to take this to the next level, I decided not to hit him. So I told him to get his hand out of my pocket and to not go into my pocket. While this was happening the 2nd man on the other side of the car got in and took Stephin.
I then, explained to the group that it was OK and that their actions were not necessary. I told them to let me go and I would just leave. They did, and I did.