Someone asked me recently why I removed my personal photographs off of MySpace and I explained to them, before the summer of 2007 I began petitioning for the LGBT community to help protect them from violent crime by petitioning for a civil rights amendment. In doing so I shared my own personal experience dealing with discrimination and racism. As a child of a bi-racial family, I was literally driven into a KKK rally in the south on accident by my babysitter-she got lost driving me home. She told me to quickly to get on the floor board and hide, then she covered me with a beach towel. I remember peaking through an opening in the towel and I could see that we were surrounded by a mob of men in white robes and hoods, chanting racial slurs. When we finally found our way back to the highway, she let me get back into the seat and like any kid, I wanted to know why I had to hide. In the nicest possible way, my babysitter explained to me that because my skin was golden brown due to the warm summer sun and time spent playing on the beach, those men in their 'Casper' outfits did not like me or anyone with color in their skin. However, at the time I did not know the KKK was a racist movement created by the Freemasons. Which even today boast over 60 million members worldwide. As I grew older and looked back on the experience with new lenses of understanding, the truth became quite clear...
Around the same time the petition began circulating, I uploaded a series of photos of my mother and I, my baby sister, friends etc. Less than seven days later my baby sister was in a very serious accident, in which her car flipped three times-forward. Not sideways. The police wondered how such a feat was even possible. That same night about 4 am in the morning I recieved the following message on my voice mail, " Your Next. " Two weeks after my sisters accident, my mother was going to a dinner party and was getting out of her car. As she stepped onto the street curb, a car slammed directly into the drivers side door of her vehicle going about 60mph, turned and kept going until it ended up two blocks down in a gas station parking lot- empty. My mothers brand new car was completely totaled. The next day I received another creepy message from the same person, " Some are lucky, some are not." I had no pictures of my family posted anywhere, other than MySpace, so I removed them just to be on the safe side. Especially now that I write articles for Broowaha, a community newspaper dealing with everything from martial law, to Bush's- Directive 51 legislation, Racism in the Goverment, etc....
Me personally, I am not afraid of death because I died at the age of fifteen and lived to talk about it. However, I love my family and am concerned for their safety and well being. Love is powerful, far more powerful than even death. This I know for sure. Just as I know my allies are more powerful than my enemies.
