I've heard this story in a number of ways, in bits and pieces over the years. For some time I thought these events occured in Texas but I think "down south" is probably Bloomington but I cant be sure, except that would explain partially how everyone treats me and completely what I am doing here.
Gramps was a police man for a while. One day he gets dispatched to deal with an irate man with a history of "mental"ness and is warned he might have a knife. As he was warned the man emerged from his apartment and waving a large knife approaches gramps who shoots him dead.
Later in the cource of events, and especially after talking to the man's family who did not react to the situation consistant with the way you would expect a psychotic man's family to act he learned who he had shot. He was a serious young man who had worked very hard to go to university and do the right thing in his life despite all the odds. He had been calling the police to report harrassment and home invasions and the police had been disregarding his calls. He had tried working with everyone he should have contacted, but sometimes he got understantably upset when he was denied information about who to contact to deal with this effectively so that he could continue to study and he had been labled a mental case by the dispatcer.
Gramps went back and listened to the tape of the call or read the transcript and realized that no one who heard that call who was honest and rational themselves would have put out the dispatch call that went out. Though the man was upset about finding a knife in his apartment that was not his, he made himself very clear and was completely rational.
The family put enough pressure on the police department that gramps was brought up on charges of excessive force. All the police were supportive of him until it became clear they didnt think it was criminal to kill a nigger under any circumstances. He briefly tried to turn attention to the police dispatcher, a white woman, but no one would persue it. So he plead no contest.
The judge scolded him for having no regard for what it means to be an officer of the law because he hadnt plead innocent. He also said something specifically about the division or distinction between the police man and the criminal which was a line that any real police man would never contemplate crossing no matter what he had done or had to do. He sentenced him to as much time in jail as he could and may have added contempt of court charges for Gramps' answer to what it really means to be an officer of Justice.
In prison, word had already gotten if of his character. He learned al islam, but they told him its ok to talk to us but if you pray in here the guards will kill you.
There is a verse in the quran telling people it is ok to pray in groups while at war, while another group stands guard over the vulnerable of the ummah. We are infact so busy with this that at times we stand guard for generations our children not even learning to pray at all, and we are told we arent muslims by people who kiss the butts of their camels every time the camel stops cause they cling to their tails so hard, but hey, alteast they pray, never mind selling orphans into sex slavery.
So while I was being sold into slavery in the US and in KSA, Gramps was in prison. We both returned to Indianapolis at approximately the same time. At that point he was told that I was Becky's natural child and that my age was apropriate for him not to have known about me. Regardless of what he may have found out later, his attempts to report it were not successful.
The other man in my life shot down the Belgian drone flying without authorization over american territory. The reason secret service didnt know he had a gun was because he was using a realistic dildo for a silencer and it appeared to them when they saw him that a drunken redneck was playing with his giant inbred pecker while pissing of a 6 pack of beer.
The drone was being employed by two men who shared a common connection with me, that is they were both raising a daughter of mine. One being a high ranking goverenment official, the other being a highranking military figure, who when finding out about the government man's situation offered assistance on the condition of sharing in the spoils of war, meaning he may really have half a claim on the girl he is raising. We had a strange conversation at the time where he informed me I was born in France and he would be damned if someone like me would presume upon France's system. I think hes like 9 of my students.
