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Title: The edge of the Orient
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Russell, Robert Howard
Subjects: Middle East -- Description and travel
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A photo to leave in my school records - age seven
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The school would have been better to file this colour shot in their records of me at the age of seven. The headmistress might then have realised I was still in the infants and too young to be given the cane by her.

Rather than a photograph of me looking happy and showing my teeth in a smile at that school.

She managed to get rid of me at the age of seven by arranging I was sent off to a boarding school that took naughty boys.

Boarding school part 2
With Christmas being close all it seemed were looking forward to adding a few more things to their own collections. I was told that parents are allowed to send us certain toys and things, but the school also provides a few Christmas presents to each off us, the better behaved you are the chances of getting to choose early from the selection. We all get fair shares though.

A bell was rung, this it seemed was the first bell for tea, it gave us all a chance to tidy away anything we had out and to visit the bogs before sitting down, the next bell would mean that we were meant to be lining up by the dining room, be late for that and you might find you have to sit next to the adults or the older boys. Our lower and middle group were soon in an orderly queue, it was explained that for tea it was often bread and jam, cake, and something to drink. Most days we get a hot tea; it might be sausages or something of that nature, two days a week the cook has an afternoon off so we get cold teas. As you go in, take a plate and two slices of bread and one slice of cake, later on if you want more bread you hold your hand up and one of the older boys on tea duty will hand you an extra slice, most of the time two slices is all you need. We get a supper before bed so there is no need to eat a large amount unless you are starving. I followed the others into the dining room, the slices of bread already had margarine or butter on them, unlike my mother''s thin slices these were very large, if my mother had been cutting the bread it would have been quite easy to get two or three of her slices from just one of the slices the school provided. A single slice of cake was now placed on top of the bread as we filed through, to drink there was either tea or orange squash, I was more than happy to find squash, tea was never something I really liked.
There were no set places to sit down at; we simply took the next available space at the tables. As we grouped together in the queue it meant that friends could normally sit together for most meals.
We sat down and remained silent for a short while until everyone had their food. Grace was now said by an elderly man, this was my first view of the headmaster. When the grace was finished we were allowed to start, talking was allowed providing it did not get too loud. When I had first arrived there had been some fear of my new surroundings, but really it was just like ordinary school.
The others soon explained how the daily life went on. Around seven we would be woken up to go for our showers, the upper form start at six thirty and the middle form at six forty-five, so normally they are finished by the time we get to the showers. Once we have dressed and made our beds and checked the room is tidy its breakfast, that is at seven thirty for everyone. At eight breakfast things are tidied away and its chores for three quarters of an hour. Us lower group have the nice chores, cleaning the bogs, showers, baths and filling the laundry tubs. We normally do the chores in groups of four or six; you do a month at each chore, so as not to make it too boring. The middle form normally to the sweeping and polishing, the upper boys do the washing up and the boiler room.
The work is not that hard, school starts at nine, we have a short assembly and any announcements are made, lessons normally start at nine thirty so on most days we have a little free time once assembly was finished. I was now told it was important you visited the lavatory before the lessons started, unlike ordinary school, the staff here do not like you leaving the form room once the lesson has started, they think you might be up to mischief or run away.

Life here I was now told was not all bad, we were given rewards for either good work or good behaviour, this was a small bar of chocolate at the end of Friday afternoon to the best work of the week in lessons, or from Matron on a Sunday morning to the best three in the school over chores that had been done during the week. The chores were not really difficult just a little cleaning, there are members of staff that do most of it, we are set chores just for something to do. On a Saturday we all get a small bag of sweets.
When you finished your tea you waited until everyone at your table had finished then you were allowed to leave, dirty things were placed in neat piles. Some of the older boys would do the final clear up. Our lower form did not have any homework unless it was set as a punishment, so we were free to go and watch the television until the middle and upper form came in and took the best seats over, they would also choose which channel to watch. If there were found to be any arguments then the set would be switched off for the rest of the evening. If you were not watching television there was the choice of either staying in the activity room or outside, it is not much fun in the winter as there is little to do, but when the summer comes there plenty of fun.
I was taken back to matron to see about my the rest of my clothes, I was now introduced to the other matron, it appeared that all my clothes had been dealt with, my only task would be to keep them in good order. With us now free I was taken to the small hall where the television was. A range of chairs were grouped so that the first twenty or so had a good view of the set which was put up on quite a high cupboard to give those seated in the rear rows some chance of seeing a picture.
Television was something I had not seen for over a year, the last opportunity had been at the first school I had been at, then my age meant that only for a short while after the news had finished was I allowed to watch. Our bedtimes here depended on which form we were in. Our group would be turned out at seven thirty, on Fridays and Saturdays it was eight, it did not matter if the programme had not finished those were the times we left, the middle form was half an hour after us and the upper form half an hour later. If we were dirty it was a bath, otherwise it was a good wash and into bed. When we were in bed we were allowed to talk until the lights were turned out, it was then to be silence, we could get away with whispering but if caught talking it was normally a whack with the nearest plimsoll.

Slowly the older boys came in, it seemed it was best to give up our seats and slowly move further back; eventually matron came in to call us for bed. I was asked by her if I was settling in; I appeared cheerful enough to be allowed to go off with the others. None of our form thought they were dirty enough to need a bath, when the games lesson had finished it appeared they had been directed to the showers. Martin and I simply grouped ourselves with the others when matron came to see if there were any candidates for the bath.
Supper came when we had all finished our wash and had put our pyjamas on, all of us were identical in our blue and white matching sets, our dressing gowns varied in colour, but for the most they were fairly thick in type. I found that the collar part itched my neck where the pyjamas ended.
Soon we were in the dining room; supper was the one meal you did not sit down for, as the tables were laid out for breakfast and the floor clean, making it untidy was not allowed. The small area where we were confined would soon be made tidy by the upper form when they had finished. Supper it seemed varied as to what the cook felt could be used up. Often it was toast and jam, but we might get beans or something like that if one of the large cans needed to be finished up. In a way having supper first meant that if there was something left over we would get it. If we took too long over supper, then the time we would get called for bed would be brought forward in the future.

Teeth done and the lavatory visited we headed for our dormitory. We soon were in bed, I was asked by the boy next to me if I was going to find it odd having to sleep with other boys, I mentioned that I had already been at a school where I had shared a room with another boy. Matron paid a final visit to see that we were settled and the lights were turned off. If any other adult had to come in it would be the master on duty tonight, there were often odd visits during the night just to see we were not up to any mischief, in the normal way the lights will be left off, he will have a torch, so don''t be afraid if it gets pointed in your direction, it will be just to check that there is someone in the bed.
If you are up to mischief, you will be made to stand in the corridor until it is felt you will be quiet for the rest of the night. If you get a whack you will be taken into their room, that way your crying will not wake up any others. If there are no others around, starting to cry just before you get hit might get you off the punishment.
Today had been such a change, I was not really afraid of this school, but I soon put my head under the covers, although I was not crying out loud, I was a little unhappy that I had been sent here for not doing anything really wrong.
The start of the new full day came suddenly, I was used to waking up to almost silence, if the weather was windy there might be the sound from the trees, but other than that nothing really to hear. A few of the others were awake; chattering was slowly starting from various parts of the room. It might be still dark outside, I had no idea what the time really was. Thick curtains stopped most signs of daylight from coming through.
The boy in the next bed said that we could pair up for all chores as it was easier. Alan it seemed had just turned eight, birthdays here are nothing special, the school give you a small present and your parents can send small items to you.
There was a loud bang of a door opening; I was told that this was Matrons way of waking those who might be asleep; it saved her from going from bed to bed. There was a friendly greeting to all of us to get ourselves up and ready, if there was encouragement it was that anyone not out of bed in the next ten seconds would be tipped out.
All of us were soon out, at this point we were allowed to open our curtains, a dull day it appeared was waiting for us, but as the sun was not fully up it might be better later.
I followed what most of the others were doing. The blanket and top sheet was pulled back, slightly rolled so that the bed had a chance to air while we went for our showers. I watched as Alan pulled his top sheet and blanket completely off and placed them on the side chair, another boy opposite us was doing the same. There was a bit of a joke from him that if you don't soak the top sheet it does not have to be changed. The others did not seem to take any notice of what they were up to. Alan gathered up the lower sheet and a small piece of blanket that had been underneath his lower sheet from the bed, and with the others and myself left the dormitory; we took our towels, our dressing gowns were taken with us but not worn, I was told that after our shower when we have dried ourselves, if you then put your dressing gown on it will keep you warm.
We all went into the shower room, Alan deposited his sheet and pyjamas in an open wicker basket in the corner which already had a few sheets inside, he told me that we would take it to the laundry room later. Until this moment I had only had a quick look inside the shower room. Soon we had put our dressing gowns on a long bench and taken off our pyjamas.
One of the boys told me that matron would be along in a moment to turn the water on, we have to stay in the shower area until she decides we have had long enough, she threatens to just turn the cold water on its own, but has never done that yet.
I followed the others into a small walled area, those from the other lower dorm were already there. It was not too cramped, if the was any shoving it was more in fun than anger. Originally the showers area looked to have been designed for a few to take individual showers, but the shower heads were now directed into the centre of our group.

This had been my first opportunity to be with a group of boys of my own age where no adult supervision seemed to be around, suddenly one of the boys started to pee, unlike the ordinary boy''s school lavatory where there might be a game to see who could get highest up the wall, in this shower area the aim was more to see who he could hit. All of us including myself now joined in. this it seemed was a regular morning event. Matron knows what we are up to but does not say anything, she hopes we get tired of silly things and just aim at the floor. We are allowed to do this as it saves her having to supervise us visiting the main bogs first thing in the morning, if we are all in the shower room she does not have to look for stragglers. If you do need to go and sit on the lav first thing you will probably still be in time for your shower.
Suddenly the water came on; a cheer went up from the others. Warm rather than hot, we soon were fully soaked, a single bar of soap was passed around our group, there was not really the aim of using it to keep clean more the fun of who could squeeze it into the air for the next person to catch. The water eventually was turned off, matron controlled the water from outside the shower room, it appeared that we had to shout to tell her it was off.
Drying ourselves off seemed to be done in record time, if there were any parts not fully dried putting on our dressing gown without any pyjamas solved that. Alan said he would show me where the linen cupboard was, while the others headed back to the dormitory I followed Alan down a side corridor. A large cupboard contained various sheets and blankets, if we were cold at night it was all right to take an extra blanket the following day.
I was warned that when you were in the middle or upper dorms if you wet the bed matron would give you a light hit with the slipper or cane when you got up, the older boys had told him that in never really hurt, but it was not someting he was looking forward to when he moved up next year. For some of the others in this dorm, they wet their beds when they hear matron wake the older ones up, it's the sound of the hits and not wanting to go for a pee whilst the older boys are about. The other time is if you go to the single night lav next to the upper form, if they are there smoking, just return to your bed, they would torture you just for fun.
Breakfast started as soon as our first chores of tidying our dorm had been completed. As we lined up in the queue for breakfast the rules were explained. There was a bowl of porridge for each of us, there was the choice of brown sugar, golden syrup or black treacle to add, if you finished the porridge you were allowed a bowl of corn flakes and either hot or cold milk, but only if the porridge was finished. Unlike other meals where it might be possible to get a item you did not like much taken off your plate by a friend, there was no luck with porridge, if you do like it however you can have an extra large bowl and go without the corn flakes. To add to my porridge I chose brown sugar, but as there would be other days ahead there was a choice to be had. Warm milk on corn flakes was something I did not fancy, even drinking warm milk seemed to sickly for me.
Breakfast finally over we set about the morning chores before school started. Alan selected me for his group, I would spend the rest of the month on laundry chores then we would swap over to bogs. If you were on laundry duty is was slightly different to any other chore, we did part now and part during morning break, it was not unfair as we spent the same time in total as the others.
Our group formed, most went off to the laundry room, Alan explained that it took only a couple of us to collect the sheets, if the others go off to run the cold water into the tubs we get the first part finished early. Once back at the shower room we gathered up the sheets and pyjama trousers from the basket. If the basket was ever full it was necessary to take the basket down to the laundry room, at other times the sheet that was the driest was selected and everything bundled into it. If the driest sheet was used, if you had to put the bundle down whist it was carried you did not pick up any dirt from the floor and matron would not do her nut. Soon the bundle had reached the laundry room, pyjamas went into one tub and the sheets plunged into two other tubs of cold water, once submerged that was the chore finished for the moment.
At our morning break we had to return, let this first water out, fill the tub again and let it run away, then put all the damp sheets into the big copper where one of the staff would fill it with hot water. That was the chore finished. Sunday is the worst day everyone has a new lower sheet on that day, most of the two lower forms wet the bed on a Saturday night as they know the sheets will be changed without been embarrassed in any way over the matter, the older boys will spend Saturday night lavatory as they have spent any pocket money on cigarettes that afternoon, not a place to visit if you want a happy life. If the top sheets are in clean condition in the winter months they get used as lower sheets during the second week, in the summer both sheets get changed on a Sunday. It takes two separate goes to do the sheets.
Freedom without others before school started was ideal for visiting the library, any new comics would have been put out unless they had just been received personally by anyone, the school purchased some of the more educational or story type comics for us, but as these were the more expensive types they were always welcome.

Lessons at the school seemed odd, with so few of us in the form room, the teacher could either spend time watching what you were up to or get through the lesson without really checking on what work you had completed.
For most of our lessons we would have one teacher, he came to the school only on days that we had lessons, unlike the other two teachers and the headmaster he did not live in the building. I was told that the main advantage to this was that he did not normally know if you had been in any trouble. Often if punishments had been set for you to complete and our teacher gave you an additional punishment you needed only to do one.
It appeared out teacher could on occasions appear stricter than the others; this was simply due to him favouring to give us a whack with the plimsoll than having to see that we completed extra work that was set.
Over the next few days I found lessons rather boring but easy enough to do. I resisted the temptation to cause a nuisance at this early stage, as it was rarely that a morning or afternoon was completed without someone getting hit with either the plimsoll or the cane, it was easy to see that these punishments were not done with any real force, once his back was turned it was often the grin on the face on the one who had received the punishment, showed that it had not really hurt.
The actual time that we spent in the form room was less than the other schools I had attended. If time was allowed for the morning and afternoon breaks plus the lunch period. There were the two afternoons that were devoted to sport and the single afternoon when we were taken outside on what appeared to be a nature ramble, although we were really allowed to run about and have fun. The actual amount of written work that we did in our work books was quite limited, which I found was ideal.
The Sunday before Christmas we were taken into the main town to attend a carol service. For those that wanted to go there would also be an opportunity to visit church for a further service. It appeared only a few names went on the list for that event, even with the promise of a little extra treat for all that were well behaved. Having been give our Saturday sweets, this offer of an extra treat was not really enough of a reward to sit through another church service.

Saturday afternoons were spent by going on an organised walk around the local lanes, it appeared that in the summer months we were taken out for longer and were given the freedom to run about, during the winter the walks took less time due to the weather.

Christmas 1964 - Age 7, but almost 8.
Now that school was over that staff appeared were more relaxed to our behaviour. As long as we did not do anything really wrong or made it look as if we were trying to cause a nuisance it appeared that we were allowed more freedom.
With our numbers slightly reduced, chores and other activities were changed slightly. With no lessons to attend there would be more freedom for us. The staff decided that occupying us with chores was a way of preventing us getting into mischief.
Our lower form now had the boiler room duties added to our morning tasks. Once we had done these we were free to do as we pleased until lunch time. The boiler room chore was regarded by us more of a pleasure than a chore. As the form rooms were not in use, heating to some parts of the school had been turned down quite low, this meant that less coke was needed and for us less to move from the main store to the daily store area. The warm ash was fun to play with, some minor dust clouds were caused as we broke up the clinker into small chunks, but as we left the area clean there was little sign of the short period of fun we achieved. Ash when taken out of the boiler room was to be spread on various paths, small piles were located at the end of the drive in case there was ice, but most was available for us to neatly distribute on the ground, to us this involved throwing a shovel of ash into the air trying to cover our friends in dust.
With the aim of spending as much time out of the way of the staff as possible, if we did get a little filthy then there was plenty of time before lunch came to get presentable. The few older boys that were still here decided that some of the chores were to be avoided if possible. The staff were a little more easy on us when it came to checking that chores had been completed to their normal high standard.
Two days before Christmas and out thoughts on chores did wander a little, one of the form rooms had been allocated to take the Christmas presents the school was going to give to us, these were unwrapped but just out of clear sight from standing outside the building, the door was locked to prevent us getting in from inside, on a far table we could see a selection of wrapped presents, these we knew were from our parents and relatives, but as to how many we had each was simply unknown.

There was an unwritten rule that was made by the older boys that you had to obey. If it was possible to get into trouble, it was your duty to get told off and be punished, any boy who was good all the time deserved to get beaten up.
As punishments of all kinds were dealt out, one seemed actually to welcome a master using some minor form of punishment on you, to save been thought of by your friends or the older boys as been too good.
Christmas at my new location seemed to offer far more excitement. None of our age group really admitted out loud that there was no Father Christmas. Matron had seemed to quash any ideas of our non belief with the words that those who don''t believe in Father Christmas won''t be disappointed if he did not leave them any presents. This did not seem to apply to the older boys who we knew had firm ideas on where all toys came from.
Once the school term finished our numbers thinned out quickly down to a total of twenty. The two upper dormitories were soon combined into one room. Our lower dorm numbers did shrink a little, not really enough to give the impression of an empty room. Matron decided that our dorm could now have our rival dorm joining us two extra beds were brought in. For us it was ideal, the spaces between each bed shrunk a little, talking when lights were out was much easier.
Christmas Eve had all formed into one group at the end of the afternoon. Presents provided by the school were now given out. Two tables were covered with a range of unwrapped toys books and other items. To make it reasonably fair each of us would be allowed to take one present from each table. The order it seemed was based on how we had behaved during the year. For those of us in the lower form, it was how we had behaved since arrival. Although during my lessons I had been reasonably well behaved together with a friend there had been a possibility that we had been in minor amounts of trouble. Slowly the line formed as names were read out. If there was any surprise I was not at the end of the line but nicely in the middle.
We slowly moved forward, all eyes were on various items in the pile, at odd moments there were groans from those still in the queue, when an item they wanted was selected by someone earlier. When my turn came I was quite happy with a pen set and a model car. Those at the end still had reasonable choices. When all had selected two items there were still several toys left, these it appeared we could have on merit according to our behaviour over the next two days. Limiting this to just two days gave us something to really concentrate on.
After a short carol service we were released for a while. There was a second treat for us later. As it appeared that bringing Father Christmas to us would be difficult, this was not actually explained fully by the staff, there was to be a film show once tea was over.
Tea today was not really a rushed affair, the greedy members of the group did not bother asking for extra slices of bread. Before the meal finished there was an announcement made that we should all visit the lavatory before we went and sat in the hall, they did not want any continual disturbances with us moving about whilst the film was on. If we asked questions about what films we were going to see, the adults wanted to keep this a surprise.
All of us were involved in the chore of cleaning the tea things away; if one group was delayed it was thought to be rather unfair. As we went in to the hall we were handed a small brown bag, sweets were normally only handed out on a Saturday, now we had an extra selection of a few boiled sweets, a small bar of chocolate and one gobstopper, this appeared should last us the rest of the film once the bag of sweets had been eaten.
The staff did have some say as to where we sat, this was done more by size than age, I was quite lucky at getting a seat where none of the older boys were in front, but just smaller boys who were not in the way.
A cartoon started the show off and then it was total anticipation as to what the film was. The adults were hinting that it was going to be Snow White or some other film that whilst it would be a treat it was not really a choice we would have made. Once the titles were up it was soon realised that they had been teasing us, A War film featuring plenty of action was although not really a subject I was keen on it was better than something aimed more at girls.
Other than cheering and other excitement we remained well behaved thought the film. Once it finished there was the thought that it would be best if we all went to bed at this point. Minor groans came from the older boys, but as they informed us that normally on the breakfast table on Christmas Day we would find a small present from the school. All it appeared wanted the following day to start as soon as possible. Even as we arrived at the bathroom at the same time even us younger ones seemed to get an equal share in turn to use the sinks. Matron decided than none of us had managed to get dirty enough to warrant a bath. We could guess that the sooner we were all in bed the sooner the adults could start to enjoy Christmas without us.

We were told by the few that had been here last Christmas that if matron found that a parent had not sent a present or the present that had been sent was rather minor, the school would add something to make up, on Christmas Day everyone even if they had not done well in lessons would be happy at breakfast.
Matron paid a final visit after lights were out just to se that we were not up to any mischief, then we were left alone for the rest of the night.
Christmas Day came as a surprise to us all. None of us in our dorm had been at this school last Christmas so all we had learnt up until now was from the older boys.
We all seemed to wake up at one point, the noise we started to make, roused the rest of the dorm within seconds.
Looking on the floor a brown paper bag had been left by the foot of each of our beds. Inside was an apple, orange and a few sweets. A small duplicated note said that we should stay in our rooms until we were called, if we were going to eat the orange could the peel be put inside the bag.
Eating any food in the dorm was a treat. None of us felt the need to wander out of the dorm to see what other events were lined up for us except for a few of us who visited the lavatory at the end of the corridor.
When eventually matron came, there was the instruction that there would be no chores for us today except for moving the coke to the boiler room, the ash could be left.
The morning shower and dressing was completed in record time. We had been told by the older boys that some presents would be waiting at the breakfast table. Our beds were made to a reasonable standard but would not have passed the normal inspection by matron.
Our snack before breakfast did not seem to spoil our appetites, possible the instruction that when we had all finished our breakfast we would be able to open the single present that was in front of our plates. These we were told was a present from the school. In this case they had chosen what they thought was appropriate for each of us. We could exchange these gifts between our friends if we liked, but any bullying or the like was to be reported.
If there was a slight delay before we managed to get at the presents it was having to wait for a few of the older boys who had the duty of serving the breakfast, there had been a slight delay in them starting.
Finally every plate was clean and we set about opening our present.
A set of various games was not a present that I had ever received before, as I was often on my own before coming to this school there had been very few chances to play board games. Now I would have several of my friends close at hand to play with, looking around our group there did not seem to be anyone else with a similar present.
If there was a disappointment it was our lower group that was sent off to do the boiler duty, whilst the middle and upper forms could go off to play. If there was anything unfair it was the headmaster deciding that only four of us were needed to move the coke. I wondered if his decision to pick Alan and Michael together with another of my close friends as well as myself had he realised that a small slightly troublesome gang was forming, although not totally up to mischief we needed to be watched.
The coke was moved in record time, we did make the pile for today up to the required size, had we cheated and the boiler gone out today, we could bet that tomorrow would not be that much fun.

When we returned indoors matron suggested we had better hurry along to our form rooms as presents from parents were waiting for each of us, the rest of our form had already started to open their presents.
I was quite pleased with the present from my mother, a colouring set with some liquid ink coloured pens was ideal if we were to be indoors over the holidays.
If any of us were disappointed not to be with our parents and jealous of those that had gone home, we did not seem to show it. During the holiday this did not really feel like a school, it was just a friendly group with the challenge of the adults to watch out for. To me this was the best Christmas I had ever had. Other than getting the plimsoll a couple of nights ago, few of us had really been in trouble.
The adults came round to see that we were all happy, toys now had to make their way to our lockers, there was the encouragement for all of us to go outside and have a run around, they would all like to see us with good appetites ready for our Christmas lunch.
If there had been six inches of snow on the ground for us to play in Christmas would have been really great, but we just had to put up with the normal cold morning as most others had been. One game of football was organised, two of the older boys wanted to have the chance to try out their new leather footballs, to a few of us they resembled exactly the ones that the school used in lessons, why they should think of the new balls as something special we did not know.
If the game was slightly uneven in numbers it was that it was the lower dorm against the remains of the middle and upper dorm, we did no want to totally out number them so a small group of four of us disappeared into the woods. Even with our suits and raincoats on it seemed cold, taking our raincoats off so that we could join in the football was something we did not want to happen.
The woods with just us in was more fun than normal, there was no need to look out for missiles and other things coming down to hit you from above. Quite a long game of hide and seek was played, this only came to an end when we realised that there was no sound coming from the field. Getting to the edge of the wood the grounds were empty, We were sure that the bell had not been rung to let us know it was time to go in, one of us was sure to have heard it.
We did get up quite a speed crossing the grass; the normal rule of not going across the football area was simply ignored. Before we arrived at the door we had the view of the dining room, all the others were sat down at the tables, it was not a case of them waiting to start the meal, all were already eating.

With our coats off we were clean. All of us needed to go and wash our hands; the various branches and wood we had used in our play were not something that would have passed a hand inspection. Our route to the boys'' lavatory meant that we were not seen until we were presentable.

Going into the dining room whilst everyone was in the middle of a meal was not something we really wanted to do, had it been a ordinary meal then missing it rather than admitting our wrong doing was something that we might have done. Christmas lunch was something that we must not miss. Entering the room quietly there was no escape, all the adults were seated and in the middle of their meals. There almost seemed to be a chorus from them asking where we had been.
With enough noise going on from the others it was necessary to go right up to their table to tell them we had been in the woods and had not heard the bell rung.
We were waiting for at least one of the adults to shout at us; all we were now told was that the bell had not been rung as all of us were thought to be playing football. Only when everyone had sat down was it realised that there were a few short, rather than send out a search party it was decided to let us make our own way in. If we had been any longer there was a good chance that we would have missed our lunch.
Instead of been sent to join the others we were now told to bring a chair each to their table. As the staff had been served last, our portions could come from their selection.
Sitting at the adults table we now found did have a few advantages, we might not be able to talk as much as we liked, but the food was far better. The Christmas meal was turkey. On the staff serving plate was just the white breast meat, in large slices, this was better than the selection of meat that our friends had been served with, extra roast potatoes now came our way, I was happy that for vegetables, sprouts were not simply put onto my plate.
As school meals went this was the best one so far at any school. Christmas pudding was also an extra treat for the four of us. While the ordinary tables had their puddings served from one big tray, an individual pudding was put on this table. Our friends at the other tables were too busy eating their pudding to notice the headmaster pour something onto this pudding.
I was quite use to watching such a pudding then being lit, but for my other three friends this was new and a little strange. There was a comment from one of the matrons that perhaps she should fetch our portions from the main container. The headmaster decided that as it was Christmas it was not going to do us any harm as long as we did not have too much.
In the normal way Christmas pudding was quite rich, with the headmaster in a good mood, perhaps giving boys of seven and eight the staff pudding was unusual. I could taste the brandy, with my mother''s job I had already found that ends of drink bottles an interesting find at the end of the meal before they were put in the bin and had already several preferences of types of drink.
There was a final grace, there was now the instruction that we should all go and do something quiet for the next hour or so. With our meal just eaten they did not want any of us feeling unwell.
Having our meal at the teachers table we knew our friends would now want to tease us any make our lives a misery as were appeared not to have been given a telling off for arriving late. We headed off to the dormitories where we might not be found straight away. We could have gone into our own dorm but we would soon be found, the others having played football might be going to change their clothes.
The other lower dorm was our hiding place; those that had been moved into our dorm had all their things moved in with us, there would be no reason for them to return here. It was not that we were scared of our friends, but having got away with one matter so far a fight or the like we might not be as lucky.
Having become use to small amounts of alcohol, I was quite ready to feeling slightly sleepy, the extra amounts of food today meant that the suggestion by matron that we find something quiet to do, in a dormitory with the beds not been made up, simply lying down on them to rest, did not seem wrong. That the four of us were soon sound asleep proved that if the teachers wanted to keep us quiet, staff Christmas pudding could be one way. We eventually woke in time for tea, our friends had now forgotten about lunch and when we reformed up nothing was mentioned over our disappearance over the last few hours.
Once tea was over we returned to our toys before matron came to drag us off to bed and what we thought an earlier bedtime.

Boxing Day and everything returned to normal, chores were slightly extra as those that had not been done yesterday had to be caught up with. The day soon passed with everyone possessing something new there was plenty to keep us amused.

One event that took a whole day of our holidays. We were to be featured in part of a television programme about children growing up.

The parts of the programme we were to be in, showed us at play and doing chores. Most of the morning was spent with some of the boys endlessly kicking a football into a goal. I spent most of my time watching the adults at work.
The afternoon was with us showing how well we completed our chores. The older boys were shown polishing the floor, followed by matron shouting at a couple of us younger ones about walking across the floor and us not getting it dirty. The other chore we did was to keep making our beds to make the dorm look perfect.
If there was a disappointment it was that the film was going to be shown on television late in the evening in a few weeks time, we would all be in bed.
The day was fun, it would be something to tell the others when they returned after their holidays.

The holidays were soon over, school and the work in our form rooms was tackled once again.

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HRA computer lab - ~1983
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Hampton Roads Academy's first computer lab, a closet-like room with 4-5 Commodore PET computers (note the plotter sitting to the right). The room was turned into the teachers' smoking lounge when the Apple II lab was setup a few years later.

Photo sourced from HRA 50th Anniversary video, originally in yearbook.

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Fortune Most Powerful Women's Summit 2018
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Fortune Most Powerful Women Summit 2018
October 2nd, 2018
Laguna Niguel, CA, USA

The Fortune Most Powerful Women Summit will be held October 1-3, 2018 in Laguna Niguel. The Summit is at capacity, you can watch main stage sessions during the Summit on
Started as a list, Fortune MPW has evolved into the world’s most extraordinary leadership community, convening the preeminent women in business—along with select leaders in government, philanthropy, education and the arts—for wide-ranging conversations that inspire and deliver practical advice. The program features one-on- one interviews, panel discussions, interactive breakout sessions and high-level networking.

Redefining Power is our 2018 Fortune MPW theme. Early confirmed participants include CEOs Shelley Broader of Chico’s, Michele Buck of Hershey, Helena Foulkes of Hudson’s Bay, Michelle Gass of Kohl’s, Mandy Ginsberg of Match Group, Kristalina Georgieva of The World Bank, Tricia Griffith of Progressive, Whitney Wolfe Herd of Bumble, Judith McKenna of Walmart International, Jami Miscik of Kissinger Associates, Pam Nicholsonof Enterprise Holdings, Christa Quarles of OpenTable, and Julie Sweet of Accenture North America. Also with us: IBM Latin America General Manager Ana Paula Assis, Cisco SVP and Accompany Founder Amy Chang, NYSE President Stacey Cunningham, ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey, Ariel President & Starbucks Vice Chair Mellody Hobson, Microsoft EVP and CFO Amy Hood, singer/songwriter Jewel, Airbnb COO Belinda Johnson, President of Estonia Kersti Kaljulaid, Ford EVP and President of Mobility Marcy Klevorn, Clinique Global Brand President Jane Lauder, Instagram COO Marne Levine, Marriott Global Chief Commercial Officer Stephanie Linnartz, Lumi Labs Co-founder Marissa Mayer, CBS News’ Lesley Stahl, Drybar Founder Alli Webb, and theSkimm co-founders Danielle Weisberg & Carly Zakin. Other global companies with senior executives attending: Amazon, American Express, Apple, Bank of America, Berkshire Hathaway, Citigroup, Disney, eBay, Facebook, Goldman Sachs, Google, Intel, MasterCard, Tesla, Travelers, and Twitter. Plus: Uber CEO Dara Khosrowshahi will be interviewed on stage with his mother, Lili Khosrowshahi, about their inspiring paths to redefining power.

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Fortune Most Powerful Women's Summit 2018
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Fortune Most Powerful Women Summit 2018
October 2nd, 2018
Laguna Niguel, CA, USA

The Fortune Most Powerful Women Summit will be held October 1-3, 2018 in Laguna Niguel. The Summit is at capacity, you can watch main stage sessions during the Summit on
Started as a list, Fortune MPW has evolved into the world’s most extraordinary leadership community, convening the preeminent women in business—along with select leaders in government, philanthropy, education and the arts—for wide-ranging conversations that inspire and deliver practical advice. The program features one-on- one interviews, panel discussions, interactive breakout sessions and high-level networking.

Redefining Power is our 2018 Fortune MPW theme. Early confirmed participants include CEOs Shelley Broader of Chico’s, Michele Buck of Hershey, Helena Foulkes of Hudson’s Bay, Michelle Gass of Kohl’s, Mandy Ginsberg of Match Group, Kristalina Georgieva of The World Bank, Tricia Griffith of Progressive, Whitney Wolfe Herd of Bumble, Judith McKenna of Walmart International, Jami Miscik of Kissinger Associates, Pam Nicholsonof Enterprise Holdings, Christa Quarles of OpenTable, and Julie Sweet of Accenture North America. Also with us: IBM Latin America General Manager Ana Paula Assis, Cisco SVP and Accompany Founder Amy Chang, NYSE President Stacey Cunningham, ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey, Ariel President & Starbucks Vice Chair Mellody Hobson, Microsoft EVP and CFO Amy Hood, singer/songwriter Jewel, Airbnb COO Belinda Johnson, President of Estonia Kersti Kaljulaid, Ford EVP and President of Mobility Marcy Klevorn, Clinique Global Brand President Jane Lauder, Instagram COO Marne Levine, Marriott Global Chief Commercial Officer Stephanie Linnartz, Lumi Labs Co-founder Marissa Mayer, CBS News’ Lesley Stahl, Drybar Founder Alli Webb, and theSkimm co-founders Danielle Weisberg & Carly Zakin. Other global companies with senior executives attending: Amazon, American Express, Apple, Bank of America, Berkshire Hathaway, Citigroup, Disney, eBay, Facebook, Goldman Sachs, Google, Intel, MasterCard, Tesla, Travelers, and Twitter. Plus: Uber CEO Dara Khosrowshahi will be interviewed on stage with his mother, Lili Khosrowshahi, about their inspiring paths to redefining power.

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Fortune Most Powerful Women's Summit 2018
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The Fortune Most Powerful Women Summit will be held October 1-3, 2018 in Laguna Niguel. The Summit is at capacity, you can watch main stage sessions during the Summit on
Started as a list, Fortune MPW has evolved into the world’s most extraordinary leadership community, convening the preeminent women in business—along with select leaders in government, philanthropy, education and the arts—for wide-ranging conversations that inspire and deliver practical advice. The program features one-on- one interviews, panel discussions, interactive breakout sessions and high-level networking.

Redefining Power is our 2018 Fortune MPW theme. Early confirmed participants include CEOs Shelley Broader of Chico’s, Michele Buck of Hershey, Helena Foulkes of Hudson’s Bay, Michelle Gass of Kohl’s, Mandy Ginsberg of Match Group, Kristalina Georgieva of The World Bank, Tricia Griffith of Progressive, Whitney Wolfe Herd of Bumble, Judith McKenna of Walmart International, Jami Miscik of Kissinger Associates, Pam Nicholsonof Enterprise Holdings, Christa Quarles of OpenTable, and Julie Sweet of Accenture North America. Also with us: IBM Latin America General Manager Ana Paula Assis, Cisco SVP and Accompany Founder Amy Chang, NYSE President Stacey Cunningham, ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey, Ariel President & Starbucks Vice Chair Mellody Hobson, Microsoft EVP and CFO Amy Hood, singer/songwriter Jewel, Airbnb COO Belinda Johnson, President of Estonia Kersti Kaljulaid, Ford EVP and President of Mobility Marcy Klevorn, Clinique Global Brand President Jane Lauder, Instagram COO Marne Levine, Marriott Global Chief Commercial Officer Stephanie Linnartz, Lumi Labs Co-founder Marissa Mayer, CBS News’ Lesley Stahl, Drybar Founder Alli Webb, and theSkimm co-founders Danielle Weisberg & Carly Zakin. Other global companies with senior executives attending: Amazon, American Express, Apple, Bank of America, Berkshire Hathaway, Citigroup, Disney, eBay, Facebook, Goldman Sachs, Google, Intel, MasterCard, Tesla, Travelers, and Twitter. Plus: Uber CEO Dara Khosrowshahi will be interviewed on stage with his mother, Lili Khosrowshahi, about their inspiring paths to redefining power.

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Woody Guthrie's Coney Island Home
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When you think of Woody Guthrie, the legendary folk singer from Oklahoma, it's easy to picture him as an itinerant Dust Bowl balladeer, roaming and rambling through the rural landscapes of "This Land Is Your Land". But that song also mentions "the New York island", and Woody, who spent most of the latter half of his life in the Big Apple, was just as much of a city dweller as he was anything else.

Foremost among his urban residences was 3520 Mermaid Avenue, a brick row house in Coney Island that stood on the site now occupied by the senior-citizen apartment tower pictured above. He lived here from 1943 to 1950, sharing a one-bedroom apartment with his second wife Marjorie and their children (including Arlo, born in 1947). Among his favorite Coney Island activities: building sand castles on the beach with the kids (his own and others) and going to Nathan's Famous for hot dogs and "hot patooties" (french fries).

Woody lived out his last relatively healthy years here on Mermaid Avenue. In the late 1940s, when he was in his mid-to-late 30s, his behavior started becoming "increasingly erratic, moody and violent"; these changes were early symptoms of what turned out to be Huntington's disease, the vicious neurodegenerative disorder that killed his mother. By 1954, he was in the hospital for good; he would remain in one institution or another for the next 13 years while the disease gradually ate away at his brain. Woodrow Wilson Guthrie finally died in 1967 at the age of 55 at Creedmoor State Hospital in Queens.

A prolific songwriter, Woody left behind a vast trove of unrecorded lyrics. Over the years, his daughter Nora has invited a number of artists to comb through the archive and write music for his orphaned songs. The first of these collaborations, with Billy Bragg and Wilco, resulted in 1998's beautiful and critically acclaimed album Mermaid Avenue, and generated enough material for two subsequent releases. You can listen to all three Mermaid Avenue records here: the original, Vol. II, and Vol. III.

Let's close with Woody's own tribute to his Coney Island street, a song he called "Mermaid's Avenue":

Mermaid Avenue that’s the street
Where the lox and bagels meet,
Where the sour meets the sweet;
Where the beer flows to the ocean
Where the wine runs to the sea;
Why they call it Mermaid Avenue
That’s more than I can see.

But there’s never been a mermaid here
On Mermaid Avenue
No, I’ve never seen a mermaid here
On Mermaid Avenue
I’ve seen hags and wags and witches;
And I’ve seen a shark or two
My five years that I’ve lived along
Old Mermaid’s Avenue

Mermaid Avenue that’s the street
Where the saint and sinners meet;
Where the grey hair meets the wave curls
Where the cops don’t ever sleep;
Where they pay some cops to stop you
When you hit that Sea Gate* gate;
Where them bulls along that wire fence
Scare the mermaids all away

Mermaid Avenue that’s the street
Where the sun and storm clouds meet;
Where the ocean meets that rockwall
Where the boardwalk meets the beach;
Where the prettiest of the maidulas
Leave their legprints in that sand
Just beneath our lovesoaked boardwalk
With the bravest of our lads.


Mermaid Avenue that’s the street
Where all colors of goodfolks meet;
Where the smokefish meets the pretzel
Where the borscht sounds like the seas;
This is where hot Mexican Chili
Meets Chop Suey and meatballs sweet;
Mermaid Avenue she’s a nervous jerk
But, still, she’s hard to beat.

* Woody lived in Sea Gate for at least two short periods of time. In 1943, not long before his first stint in the Merchant Marine, he moved in with Marjorie and their infant daughter in "a tiny room above [Marjorie's] parents' apartment". And in 1948, he rented a room in the gated community during a brief separation from Marjorie.

UPDATE: When they left Mermaid Avenue in 1950, Woody and his family moved to the Beach Haven apartment complex, a development near Coney Island built and operated by Fred Christ Trump, Donald Trump's father. Woody wasn't a huge fan of his new landlord:

I suppose
Old Man Trump knows
Just how much
Racial Hate
he stirred up
In the bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed
That color line
Here at his
Eighteen hundred family project

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Trafficking Case Plagarized: BOYCOTT 'The Weight of Blood' by Laura McHugh
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Laura McHugh, and the 'non-for-profits' that want to rub elbows with a famous published author, are guilty of the same wanton hubris as Laura McHugh, Spiegel & Gray publishers,, Barnes and Nobles, kindle, Books-a-Million, and any other booksellers who choose to promote this atrocious social rape of all victims, especially children, of any type of rape, torture, and trafficking.

Laura McHugh is as guilty as the people from the area who knew what was happening to the minor victim, for YEARS, and did nothing. Now, everyone who associates, promotes, or sells her book 'The Weight of Blood' is as grotesque as her captor, and the sexual deviants who purchased the right to rape & torture her.

Please forgive any typo's: I'm still editing in bits and pieces. I've misspelled a lot. I'll also add to this periodically. My memory is extraordinary. So, I have to peel memories back one layer at a time. Like an onion. This particular onion stinks to high Heaven. It's a disturbing set of circumstances. When I recall events I re-live them. One word... Eideteker. So 'trauma management' is something I'm learning as I go.

I'm doing this to raise awareness about the ever-so-subtle ways of predators. This not about blame. It's about accountability. Myself, law enforcement, and officers of the court made mistakes. I was not 'formally' educated. I was a 'volunteer', as I believe anyone should be when it comes to contributing to child safety, and the safety of law enforcment. They are civil servants. Over-worked, and underpaid. They need all the assistance they can get. Especially, when it comes to the apprehension of child abusers of any kind. Now, the criminal investigators, and prosecutors, need to accept this. Egos got in the way, and/or worries over 401K's, promotions, and job security. Their degrees, and jobs, don't mean shit when a child is being trafficked by the likes of Scott Rozear Mason, or in the death of young Matthew Nestle. If you think I'm being judgmental, I may be. However, had you judged yourselves, instead of a witness who put her life on the line in the interest of public safety, then none of this would be necessary. Law enforcement quit returning my phone calls long before I got on the witness stand. During my interview with them, Richard Beasley was the subject of focus. When I realized Scott Mason should also be the subject of focus, I left messages on the voice mail of said investigator. I sent several e-mails to Alicia Lawrence-Witness Handler (I'll print them up and upload ) indicating the child Beasley went around was still in danger. I also indicated that myself, and my partner were in danger. They already knew this. They had Glen Harris read a threatening letter, from Beasley to Scott Mason into evidence. "Do whatever you have to do to keep them off of the stand." No response from any of them. I continued to reach out to them as an inmate. No response. Now, Mason has a MURDER victim, not just a child sex-abuse victim.

This is messy. Like the Pfizer Pharmaceuticals/George W. Bush scandal. Millions died so they could beef up their bottomlines according to the Washington Post. The same news publication that exposed Nixon. the Whistleblower from within Pfizer saved as many lives as he could. Like Jeffrey Wigand did with the tobacco industry.

The N.A.A.C.P. JUSTIFIABLY raised hell about Trayvon Martins senseless death. It's time ALL victims/witness's of child sexual predators raise hell about the equally senseless death of 18 year old Matthew Nestle, of Pensacola FL. Matthew was murdered by a racist child molester named Scott Rozear Mason. He was convicted for assaulting an African American woman in Pensacola back in 2009, or 2010. She assaulted him right back, with a weapon! Good for her! By Scott Mason's own admission, to me, he beat that woman for no other reason than because she was African American. Ironically, Scott Mason also tried to use the "Stand Your Ground' Defense. His Motion was denied and he'll stand trial for 2nd Degree Murder on December 2nd, 2013. Basically in 2 weeks. he was aquitted on firearms charges after pulling a gun on his ex-wife. She, like him, was an addict. However, I believe she let her shame about her drug use get the better of her and lied on the stand about her drug use. As a result, according to Scott Mason, he walked. He admitted to this crime because, as he pointed out, he was protected by "Double Jeopardy". He believes he cannot be retried for the weapons charge. I, however copped to my criminal record, and the fact that I was a fugitive, while on the stand. For the record, I do not molest children. I like adults no younger than myself, or very close to my own age, they'd better be well-educated, and have serious swag. I don't want to be involved with anyone that I can 'get over' on. I insist on a 'level playing field'.

Beasley has no grounds for appeal based on anything I said. I went into that courtroom to tell the WHOLE truth. The prosecuting attorney made sure that did not happen. I can't answer questions that are not asked. Probation Specialist Glen Harris may have committed perjury. Could be he was told to stick to his original arrest report, which I told the A.S.A. that my phone call was not anonymous. Glen snuck me his private number while on a visit to the house, after I asked for it at the door. It was obvious that I was terrified. Mr. Harris handled it beautifully. Slick. Glen was an 'Officer and a Gentleman'. Until he sat in our living room and lied to a criminal investigator, who was looking into crimes that were recently committed by Beasley and the Masons, that he "received an anonymous phone call". My partner and I were stunned. Glen had saved our lives. Fact is, we all made mistakes. We all need to answer for them. Perhaps we do not need to be punished for them. However, there needs to be an audit of where everything went wrong that lead to the very avoidable death of Matthew Nestle. That's what all this ranting of mine is about. We need to exam the whole picture, and learn preventative maintenances. I did everything in my power to get Scott Mason off of the street before he really hurt someone, irreparably. My efforts were cockblocked enforcement officers who didn't want to hear it...I am continuing my campaign, here, 3 years later. After sacrificing my partner, my civil liberties, being assaulted with a deadly weapon in prison for being a 'snitch', being unnecessarily maced, also for snitching on officers who violated the Prison Rape Elimination Act. I finally had my set-down with Inspector Munnerlyn after a newly promoted Sgt. sexually exploited an inmate. Then another sexually exploitative officer, Officer White, set me up to be assaulted, again. I ended my sentence from Administrative Confinement, after be refused Protective Confinement for the 5th time. I doubt documentation can be found to support this as wanton P.R.E.A. violations at Lowell C.I. may cost them federal funding. They got messy. I am not looking for sympathy. Only empathy for raising awareness about any type of rape. Point is, I'm not letting this go until I know I've exhausted my resources for getting justice for countless victims, and doing all I can to prevent future victims. As every adult ought to do.

I received a notice, via e-mail, that all e-mails to the witness handler were a matter of public record. It said any e-mail to any orange county official is a 'public record'. I'll print that up and upload it, too. I'd be willing to bet that the prosecution didn't turn the e-mails from their 'key witness' over to the defense per the rules of 'discovery'. For the record, I am not trying to help defendant Richard Beasley. He has 17 pending felonies in Polk Co. MO. Should he walk out of the Florida Prison he's in, it's likely that he'd be promptly re-arrested by any number of jurisdictions. He's about 70 years old. He'll be locked-up for life. However, because officials wanted his 'antlers on their wall' they cockblocked other investigations that I believe may have gotten 2 children to safety. One is now dead. The Orange Co. states attorneys didn't have to stack the deck. There was more than enough truth to go around. The truth could have gotten at least 3 sexual predators/murderer of the streets. That means these A.S.A.'s are no better than those whom they prosecute.

This is my autistic female prodigious savant recounting of my experience as a witness of R.I.C.O. Violations, possible human and/or sex trafficking, child abuse, child sexual abuse, and criminal prosecutorial misconduct by Orange County Florida Assistant States Attorney's Kimberly Mann and Karen Bankowitz. I've discussed all of the following, and more, with my previous legal counsel Professor C. Chad Cronon. He was supportive, in as much as he could be, and still practice 'self-preservation.' He received a hostile phone call from someone @ the Orange Co. Courthouse while I was residing with Dr. Cronon. I was awakened by his yelling, on the phone, at about 7:30am in August 2013, I think. He later told me a bit about the call. Basically, he stated that he believed my being in Orlando, and pursuing the below mentioned atrocities, had some people at the Courthouse up-in-arms. He said "I'm filing that Chapter 119 Request for Records. I'm piqued. I will review that file myself." I asked why, he said "because I think it will reflect that your defense attorney DID call them, and they did nothing." He stated that in a phone call with his former co-worker, Kimberly Mann, A.S.A. (supervising attorney-I believe) that he reminded her that she "let her key witness" go to prison. At one point I insisted that Chad recuse himself as my counsel. He refused. Then I stated "you're fired..." he said "No. I won't let you. You have no idea who these people are, or what they can do to you..." I reminded him that I knew exactly what they are capable of. I was in the courtroom and witnessed some unimaginably atrocious shit by L.E.O.'s. Then, I went to prison. Scott and John Mason are still on the streets. Project Innocent INC has NOT been 'Involuntarily Dissolved' by the FL Dept. of the Treasury like all of Daniel L. Selby's other bogus organizations have been.." So, I kept him on as counsel, and was even made an 'agent' of his law practice to be immune from being supboenaed.

I'll be uploading 2 videos to youtube. They will be video recorded statements of events about the content below, and my hell-raising in prison to raise awareness (and leave some form of paper-trail) about the wanton disregard of the federal Prison Rape Elimination Act, and it's instructions as written by the Internal Auditors at Bay County Jail, and FL D.O.C.'s Lowell C.I. I'll speak about their retaliation for reporting, their messy ways of covering it up, and my messy ways of leaving a trail for D.O.J. should they choose to investigate. My statements do have 'probative value' if nothing else...

Using someone else's bad behavior as an excuse for your own bad behavior is horseshit. That said, when law enforcement and /or prosecutors use someone else's bad behavior as an excuse NOT to act when a child's welfare is in question (inaction is an ACTION) then you're doing exactly what criminals do. Perhaps using your skills, and a sense of discernment to sort through the facts (eating the meat and spitting out the bones), and then acting, would be a better approach. Because in this messy situation you 'threw the baby out with the bathwater...' Quite literally. I am quite indignant, and sanctimonious. I've, by God, earned the right to be pissed as hell.

I'll post a link when the videos are ready. 'Spilling out' by typing this stuff is easier than speaking about it. Officers saw what happened when I talked about some of the horrifying evidence I found that prompted me to call them. I had to dismiss myself to the restroom because I was about to throw up. I choked it back and resumed my sworn statement. They asked if they could have the horrifying photo's, and evidence of racketeering. I said "Please get it out of my house."

I'll remind law enforcement of the multiple times, throughout 2010-2013, I've tried to add to my initial sworn statements regarding Richard Edwin Beasley, Scott Rozear Mason, and John Richard Mason. I was told I could contact you, if I needed to, after my many initial examinations. My phone calls were not returned, and a young male who grew up being abused by monsters is dead, by gunshot. Murdered by Scott Rozear Mason.

Here, my intent is not to prevent law enforcement from doing their jobs, but to raise hell because somebody, somewhere did NOT do their god damned job. Matthew Nestle can never get help, now. How many more kids are you going to basically abandon out of some misplaced sense of machismo, and/or witness credibility. The statistics say these bastards share their secrets with other CRIMINALS (not just sex offenders), so you WON'T act, if a criminal informant comes forward, lest the informant get nailed, too. Thus deterring any future witness(s) of child/sexual abuse by predators. You let the rapists win. By law enforcment, I also mean the fucking states attorneys who, according to a states attorney who spoke at Florida State Subcommittee hearings about sex offender legislation, don't want to "look like an idiot up there..." I've actually witnessed an A.S.A. play games in court because she was more worried about her appearance than public safety. The same might very well be said for the police, too. I'm gong to let y'all figure that shit out. Just start pointing fingers and then they'll roll on each other. The shit will reveal itself, eventually...

The following is about how I, as a fugitive for almost 8 years on an old 2002 theft charge, unknowingly rented from a bunch of monsters. I had no idea that after my arrest, by Bay Co. warrants division in 2004, my V.O.P. warrant was NOT TAKEN OUT of the system. Anyway, very soon after we moved in amongst these monsters we had 'red flags' going off everywhere, but nothing indicative of the following allegations, and what they were doing I didn't have enough to effectively 'hang my hat on'. We DIDN"T know that they were sexual predators. I knew something was up, but no idea exactly what. I heard fragments that added up to something very bad. I told Glen Harris this once I became his informant. We both soon learned how right I was. I pledged to my partner of 9 years, at that time, that "If Beasley goes anywhere near a child. I'm calling Mr. Harris." or whomever I needed to call. I do mean ANYWHERE NEAR a child. I did not know his charges at that time, just that he was a sex offender. Now, I did not know Beasley when he caught his charges in 2009. Nor when I got caught trying to rack some shit in 2002. We met him in 2010 when we moved to Pensacola to help with the BP oil spill clean-up. Photos of my partners special hats, and T-shirt, are still in my photostream from way back then. We unknowingly rented a room in a house managed by, and owned by pedophiles. I later learned that the homeowner, John R. Mason, was about to be released, early, from prison for child pornography. His son, Scott Rozear Mason... well, let's just say that 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." The following is the SHORT version of what happened when I acted as any responsible adult should. There were many not-so-responsible acting adults, with money, educations, etc. who chose to set back in silence while Scott Mason did some really atrocious shit. Had they told me what they knew, I'd have acted sooner. But, they like DRAMA, and to set back and bitch, piss, and moan about shit. Yet, DO nothing but run their god damned mouths. They are why these bastards get access to so many victims before a prosecutor can make a case. I was the only adult who came forward to help law enforcement try to make the world a safer place for kids. I have nothing but cuss words for everyone else who lived on Bayview Way. YOUR SILENCE is what gives these predators their power. Fuck you, for that. You all were more worried about the money they were steeling than the safety of defenseless kids. Double 'Fuck you!' for that.

My point, in sharing all of this is 1) education, and 2) I have a 1st amendment right to free speech. Law enforcement refused to return follow-up calls, after my statements, that could have had Mason in prison long before he murdered that 18 year old on December 14th, 2012. So fuck any future allegations of 'Obstruction of Justice'. You obstructed your god damned selves. Ignorance is the mother of all fuck-ups. Fear is the father of all fuck-ups. Ego is the spawn of both.

Chad was teaching me how to use his iPad so I can list some stuff on eBay for him. I have limited art supplies right now. I could rack a bunch of shit, but, considering I just did 10 months prison time for a 'grand rack' I did 12 YEARS AGO!!! I just decided to continue to push the limits of my creative gifts and make use of what little I have. As a result, my new friend Chad was helping me as best he could. He is an attorney/law professor/legal scholar/civil rights activist. He heard my story at a 'social' function at the GLBT Center here in Orlando and he was piqued. He used to be a prosecutor in the same office as the ones who lost track of child predator Rick Beasley.

So Chad got on his laptop and vetted everything, via internet, with me setting right there in his living room. I think he thought I was full of shit. I think he thought he was going to catch me in a lie. He did not. He realized, even more than I, just how monstrous the whole reality was. He was visibly shaken and quite disturbed. He was like "Heather...You have no idea how bad this really is..." The more we talked, and he considered everything he saw in the public records, he said "There's only one way Beasley walked through all those safety features they had in place. He must of had federal protection." I reminded Chad that according to police reports, and by Beasley's own confessions (in the form of denials) Beasley targeted the tiny toddlers of drug addicted parents, did drugs with them, and then sexually abused the children. The evidence I found indicates that he took Polaroids while he abused the kids. If he offered up info on terrorists, for a walk, the prosecutors would tell him to go fuck himself!" I hoped any prosecutor would, anyway. Chad said "He'd have to have info on human trafficking..." I had no idea what that was, nor did I ask Chad. I just immediately thought of the movie 'Taken.' However, last week I looked it up. And based on my many discussions with Chad, as to why Scott Mason was a threat to public, and child safety, I believe Scott Mason is guilty of the following definition: Wikipedia link to definitions of sex/human trafficking:

Basically, a child does not have to be moved from one location to another in order to be trafficked for sexual purposes for financial gain by the childs trafficker. It can happen at the child's home, church, day care center, school, home of a friend/family etc. I believe this based on what Beasley, and Scott Mason said in bits and pieces. I knew it added to to being 'wrong', but I had no legal knowledge of what these bits and pieces added up to. I also know this summation/interpretation of Wikipedia's definition from my experiences as a very little girl. The pedophiles have no problem coming to the child. It's less conspicuous, and therefore goes undetected. The 'financial gain' or 'lucrative' rewards could merely be a roof over the parents head, a supply of drugs, NOT being reported to the police for crimes the parent may have committed (i.e. child abuse, drugs, theft, etc), legal help with said criminal allegations/charges from an attorney (or providing an attorney), or inclusion in a lucrative racket, with the predators/pedophiles. The homeless, the drug addicted, and financially destitute are favorite targets. The trafficker/abuser does not have to even be aware of what they are doing. They may simply have the phrase 'you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours' in mind. The words trafficking/exploitation/abuse may not even be in their lexicon. Like a 'cheap date'. I was offered all of the above by multiple predators to participate in what I believed (though they never actually said the word bribe) to be organized criminal goings on, and when I declined my safety and the safety of my partner and pets were threatened. I told them to shove it up there ass, albeit as subtly as their threats... While I was on the witness stand on June 16th, 2011, Beasley's lawyer threw it up in my face that Beasley helped with housing, as if that buys one the right to hurt a child, or anyone else for that matter. As if I was to feel 'indebted' and thus be in 'servitude' to him. "And you had him VIOLATED???" the lawyer asked. I responded with complete indignation. I got the point across that I, my soul, nor the right to hurt ANYONE, could not be bought from me. It was a sugar-coated "FUCK that, and FUCK you!"

Chad kept trying to convince me to leave it alone, the shit could get me killed. That is, the apparent cover-your-ass moves by the State of Florida that has, now, at it's worst resulted in the senseless death of an 18 year old male. Now, keep in mind that I became an informant in 2010. Scott Mason murdered the boy in December 2012! During the summer of 2013 when Chad chose to become my legal counsel, he was telling me all this and niether of us new that Scott Mason was in jail waiting to be tried for murder. Chad and I could not understand, at the time, why the fuck they weren't responding to my phone calls, or written sworn statements. Then, as I was researching criminal histories of the principles, I Googled "Scott Rozear Mason, Pensacola Florida, criminal history". And I got physically ill from the news articles that popped up. This was around 1 am. Chad had woke up and came into the living room. I said in a very sick, defeated voice "I believe I why know Detective _________ hasn't returned my phone calls about Scott Mason..."

"Why?" Chad asked, intrigued. Sleep mask on his head in a t-shirt and boxers.
"Scott Mason has murdered an 18 year old boy.." You could hear my need to puke in my voice. Chad threw his head back in defeat. He hadn't forgotten the many all-nighters we pulled trying to make sense of the mess, and connect the dots. I told him why I continued to try to get Mason under investigation... He knew this wasn't just me being pissed about going to prison, anymore. A kid died and it was so avoidable. Fucking egos of the educated. They have a fucking piece of paper on the wall that says "Official Smart Person", and/or a badge. So, they think they have nothing more to learn. Chad, a very educated man, said "I believe you're right, That's exactly what happened. Big ego's..." Yes, I do indeed have a big fucking chip on my shoulder. I told my mother, and my partner, that they were going to "bury me. Too many high priced ego's fucked-up. They have to much to lose if I start pushing the envelope." Mom and Catherine didn't believe me. This was right before I called Mr. Harris, again, right after we were served our subpoena's. I called him to ask what to do about the new evidence I'd found on Beasley's Bolivar MO charges, and the evidence of racketeering/R.I.C.O. violations.

In these pedophiles minds I stole money from them (that THEY stole from the I.R.S.) and I GAVE IT BACK to the I.R.S. and told the I.R.S. HOW the pedophiles stole it. It was easy to figure out. It wasn't rocket science. I know a rocket scientist/aerospace engineer. I'm sure he'd agree... Chad looked up this link to a PUBLIC RECORD while he was authenticating my allegations. When he saw an attorney's name (Bernard F Daley Jr.- Tallahassee sex-offender defense attorney) on the these corporate articles, along with the following convicted felons he jumped up and was visibly shaken. The following are on these ACTIVE corp. articles:

John R. Mason - convicted and incarcerated for child pornography at the time these articles were filed with the Florida Dept. of the Treasury, and when the E.I.N. # was given to Project Innocent INC (registered as a tax-exempt non-for-profit)

Scott R. Mason - had multiple felony convictions for violence and firearms back in 2010 when I found this and gave it to multiple criminal investigators. Including a criminal investigator with the I.R.S. She was humble, no egotistical attitude from her. She returned my phone calls and e-mails. She was eager to move on this. Now, almost 3 years later, Scott Mason is about to stand trial for the murder of a kid. I believe I know more about this kid per letters I found hand-written from an incarcerated John R. Mason, while housed at Jackson Correctional Institute. I turned these letters over to a specialist with P.P.D. So, they should be in the Pensacola P.D.'s evidence locker.

Daniel L. Selby: Richard Beasley's 20+ year partner in crime. They were tried together in Orlando back in like 2000, for over 60 R.I.C.O. violations. Search Selby and Beasley's names at:

There also is a motion pending, by Selby, in Orange Co. His attorney of record: Bernard Daley. 'Bernie' don't work for free. Selby is still incarcerate. His former cell mate at Jackson C.I. was none other than John Richard Mason. He got Beasley hooked up with the Masons. I'll draw up a flow-chart on the entire organization. From memory, almost 3 years AFTER I turned all the evidence I found to the investigating officers/agents. Public records are protected under the "Freedom of Information ACT." I can connect the dots.

Ronald Hobson: is incarcerated at Union Correctional Facility, and was at the time these articles were filed. His charges are:

Corrections Offender Network:
Inmate Population Information Detail
(This information was current as of 11/17/2013)

FL D.O.C. DC Number: K61466
Hair Color: BROWN
Eye Color: BROWN
Height: 5'06''
Weight: 174 lbs.
Birth Date: 10/17/1951
Initial Receipt Date: 02/21/2002
Current Facility: UNION C.I.
Current Custody: CLOSE
Current Release Date: 05/04/2022
(Release Date subject to change pending gain time award, gain time forfeiture, or review. A 'TO BE SET' Release Date is to be established pending

Current Prison Sentence History:
Offense Date: 09/04/1999
Sentence Date: 1/16/02
County: ST. Lucie, Florida
Case No. 0100634
Prison Sentence Length: 25 years

Apparently only Orange Co. Florida plays with child molesters. Ironic since it's the home of Disneyworld... Things that make you go: Hmmmmmmm

So, in January of 2010, I handed multiple criminal investigators a 'Magic Bullet' that could have gotten Beasley, Scott Mason, John R. Mason, and several of their partners in prison away for decades. get child rapists off the street any fucking way you can. Yet, they are still in business. A registered non-for-profit business, at that... So under the advice of Chad Cronon J.D., I'm going 'nuclear'. That is to say I'm going public 'Balls to the wall'... I'm omitting a great deal out of respect for victims, and due to ongoing investigations. I hope there are still ongoing investigations. if not, there damn sure should be.

After further review of my savant-like, eideteker memory, I believe I instinctively recognized indications of sex trafficking of at least one child. I did not see anything happen. Trust me, I'd never just set back and knowingly allow any abuse of any kind to any child. I would physically intervene, if necessary. I retain facts like a fucking sponge. I have almost perfect total recall and can assume the perspective of others and see their motives/agendas without sympathizing with them. I am not easily manipulated. In the case of Beasley, and the Masons, my eideteker 'gift' FEELS more like a 'curse'. However, I've continue to try to let it contribute to the safety of children. Glen told me "You probably saved somebody's life." He's not the type to pass out any compliments or commendations.

I had no idea about the special motions filed to insure Beasley's incarceration, that were ignored by both the States Attorney office, who filed and won these motions, but also by the sentencing judge. I kept telling my former partner at the time I was renting from Beasley, and I told Chad more recently "Something was seriously wrong with the whole picture. I just didn't know what... I knew I had to I fix it for them." 'Them' being the countless victims who didn't get justice.

Chad was an Asst. States Attorney years before I ever rented from that P.O.S. pedophile, Rick Beasley. Chad is the President of the Gay & Lesbian Law Association. He used to be the President of the Orlando International Fringe Festival in Orlando for ten years. It's a huge theatre and art festival. He was pissed that The State of Florida sent me to prison after handing them multiple predators on a silver platter. Especially after I fixed their major fuck-ups. I voluntarily contacted, and gave statements to, various other law enforcement agencies after I found a shitload of evidence that indicated Beasley, and the Masons, were part of a criminal organization of pedophiles. I did all of this while listed as a 'Fugitive From Justice' for almost 8 years after being listed as an absconder from FL D.O.C. Probation in Bay Co. My charge was 'Grand Theft'. I did not cry "Innocence". I was accountable. "Yeah I did it and I was wrong as hell for it. What now?" Anyway, I'd never even met Beasley at the time of my stupid choice to steal. S*T*U*P*I*D!!! Beasley was in federal prison at the time.

Scott Rozear Mason, whom I stood toe-to-toe with on many occasions is about to stand trial for the murder of an 18 year old male. Scott Mason will be tried for murder on Dec 2nd, 2013, in Pensacola. His father, John R. Mason, was released from prison in April? 2011. He was sentenced to 10 years for multiple child porn charges. As it turned out, he was the actual home owner of the place we rented at 2801 Bayview Way. I found this out just prior to becoming an informant for Beasley's Probation Specialist Glen Harris @ FL D.O.C. Yes, I did this while a fugitive from FL D.O.C. Probation offices in Bay Co. Ironic. Beasley had openly threatened Mr. Harris's safety. As soon as I learned Beasley had been around a child (Scott Mason was drunk and shot his mouth off) I offered Mr. Harris my help. I did not know Glen Harris was an officer in the U.S. Navy, still active. I knew there was something familiar about him and trusted him. My Dad was a Navy man. Anyway, Glen and I talked for quite some time. Glen started an investigation, and when Beasley and Scott Mason made plans to hide a child I called Mr. Harris, again, and told him what was going on and how dangerous the situation was for him, and everybody else, but especially a child, whom I had not met. Yet. Both Mason and Beasley hated Mr. Harris. They were sociopaths. Mr. Harris promptly arrested Beasley. I volunteered to give a sworn statement, though it didn't even reflect all the goings on. I told Karen Bankowitz, and the witness handler via e-mail all this. I still have the original e-mails in my sent file in my previous Yahoo account.

The State P.R.R.'d Beasley, and filed a Habitual Offender and Prior Bad Acts motions and won them all. This was 2009 and 2010. My partner and I were still living near Panama City and had never heard of any of these sick bastards. Beasley was bound, by law, for prison. Instead he got probation? Beasley caught 2 counts of child molestation charges within 3 years of being released from prison. Once that P.R.R. Motion was Granted, he was to be sentenced to no less than the maximum allowable prison term to be served day-for-day. No 'Gain Time'. 'Gain Time' is Florida's version of early release for good behavior. The Habitual Offender motion was to double his prison sentence. 30 years instead of 15, etc. Yet instead the Judge and the state violated their own motion(s) and ruling and gave him an unheard of 30 years probation for 2 counts of child molestation. A repeat offender no less. I didn't even know the piece of shit at that time, however, I knew I could fix the Orange County's A.S.A.'s monstrous fuck-up. And, I did, indeed.. I found evidence and police reports from Bolivar MO. Here's the real kicker:

Beasley was arrested in 2009, in Orlando, on 2 counts of lewd and lascivious. Basically child molestation. The victim was 4 years old. Beasley won a motion to be Released (on) Own Recognizance about a month later. While R.O.R.'d on the Orlando Charges he is arrested and charged with 17 new felonies, including possession of child porn, identity theft, all sorts of shit. The F.B.I. attempt to interview him while he's in custody in Polk Co. MO. The Missouri Judge then R.O.R.'d him? and Beasley returned to Florida where he was promptly arrested for a failure to appear in Orlando. He was held on a ,000 bond until his final court date on the child molestation charges. Instead of the mandatory day-for-day prison sentence, this bastard was released on 30 years probation with an ankle and GPS monitor! Which I promise was not a deterrent. I can't say anymore than that.

I told various law enforcement officers and Kimberly Mann (Orange Co. A.S.A.), prior to taking the witness stand, that I was listed as a fugitive on F.D.L.E.'s warrants website because of the 9 year old racking charge (now 11 years) and they refused to arrest me. Upon cross examination I testified under oath to being listed as a fugitive. That time they had to detain me after my examination. The Orange Co. Sherriffs deputies in the courtroom were like "Now, why'd you go and do that for? Now, I have to arrest you..." I turned around, and put my hands behind my back. The 3 deputies that handled me refused to put me in cuffs. Instead we shot the shit about the other monsters in the court room gallery. Scott Mason and some other bastard were there to see what I'd say. The place was a circus! Anyway, they said "No way you go to jail before him (Beasley), so just have a seat. We talked and after Beasley was returned to the jail, they then took me down, uncuffed. No cop wanted to arrest me. My first appearance judge was great. She was very compassionate and promised to get me to Bay county A.S.A.P. You don't get time-served credit while waiting for extradition. I was extradited in a matter of days. This is unusual.

This, of course, is the short version. I'll be uploading scanned copies of my 'Letter of Commendation' from Glen Harris, and a letter I recently received from my Public Defender who vetted my story and fought like hell for me. I watched her piss the judge off repeatedly. She said she was not happy with any prison sentence on my part. Chad helped me so much. He wrote a 119 records request for the purposes of a 'Collateral Attack Appeal and Sealment/exspungment of my 1 felony conviction, that multiple attorneys say should have been thrown out. As you will see from the letter from Emily Dowdy, Esq. the Orange Co. states attorney's fucked-up, yet again.

Now, I fully expected to go do some prison time. That's not my beef. My beef is that once I was incarcerated, I was unable to assist in ongoing investigations on both Scott Mason, and his father, John R. Mason. As a result, a little over 2 years after becoming an informant, Scott Mason murdered an 18 year old kid.

Now, I know you're thinking 18 is a legal adult. The kid was a child of a 'friend of the Mason family'. The Masons are open and notorious about their abusive, exploitative ways. That kids life was a living hell long before he reached 18 years of age. The Masons scared the fuck out of my wife! She was a twice governor commended, Who's Who of American Business Women, sister of a D.O.C. Lieutentant ( an abusive, exploitive, criminal bastard himself. Fucker stole land from my wifes Dad. They have different dads so her brother didn't give a fuck.) from whom she suffered abuse, and can damn well take care of herself. She had worked for FL D.O.C. yet, even she was scared. Glen Harris was scared for us. Glen once said "You sure do like to live dangerously..." Point is, I know any child (even adults told me they were scared) that lives around the Masons is very likely terrified. Stockholm Syndrome is real.

Matthew Nestles death was senseless. I knew something was wrong about Beasley having probation. This was confirmed by Professor Chad Cronon J.D. I knew Mason should be locked-up. I'm not going to discuss on what type of charges out of respect for the victim(s). Someone screwed the pooch, again. This time in Pensacola. Probably another fucking lawyer who has more 'ego' than sense.

Look for new uploads. I'm about to 'vet' all of this for you... Definition of 'vet', 'vetted' are as follows: (My mom has a degree in journalism)


past tense: vetted; past participle: vetted

1. make a careful and critical examination of (something).

"proposals for vetting large takeover bids"

synonyms: check, examine, scrutinize, investigate, inspect, look over, screen, assess, evaluate, appraise;

I've uploaded the 'Letter of Commendation', which is vague so Beasley has no grounds for appeal. Which he actually does because of the games Bankowitz played in the courtroom... Which I have no problem with. Shit, Scott Mason was there, and my partner had to be accompanied to her car, by Sheriff's deputies, for her safety. My problem is that a kid is dead. This was a V.O.P. hearing. Anything goes! The state does not have to prove its case 'beyond a reasonable doubt' because the fucker PLEAD GUILTY! Chad's was like... "This is true... She could have opened you up for questioning and let you nail them all." The Masons had no 'right to a fair trial' in BEASLEY'S V.O.P. hearing! I mean, really? As there are no pending R.I.C.O. charges on Scott, or John R. Mason, it is quite obvious that A.S.A.'s Kimberly Mann, and Karen Bankowitz's hiding the truth behind Beasley's warrantless arrest, and letting Glen Harris commit perjury on the witness stand were not to protect on-going investigations. Glen testified that he received an anonymous phone call. He did not. He knew exactly who I was. The day of Beasley's arrest, after I called him and told him that Mason and Beasley were going to hide a kid, Catherine and I went to see him at his office. I asked him what we should do when Scott Mason, and their pedophile cohorts "start coming around wanting whatever evidence Beasley had hidden". Harris stated to catherine, and I, "I'm going to put in my arrest report that I received an anonymous call from a man. You tell them I'll be by with 'black&whites' to collect that stuff." he told me to indicate to Scott Mason that Mr. Harris bullied us into co-operating so "That way it will be on me..." Meaning the Masons would be mad at Harris, not Cate and I. And I did just that, until Scott Mason physically charged at me in my own kitchen at 2801 Bayview Way, Pensacola Florida on Thanksgiving Day 2010, and again on Black Friday, when I told him if he went anywhere near Beasley's room he'd have the sheriffs dept. up his ass as quick as I could call them. I told him that "I promised that stuff to Glen Harris, and he's going to get it." The mother, and child were right there. When he started to come after me, in front of the mother and child, I stood up very quickly and shot him a look that promised him HE'D go to the fucking hospital on HIS way to jail. Mason backed the fuck up and changed the subject. Today, I'm amazed that I'm still alive.
Here are some links, with photos, to the Pensacola News Journal articles on Scott Masons upcoming murder trial. One article has a slide show of photos. John R. Mason, registered sex-offender, is in one of the photos. He took the witness stand. Scott Mason murdered the kid, staged the scene, and called his father, pedophile John R. Mason, before calling the police. I really HATE having been right about these sick bastards. I'm not one for I-told-you- so's because I believe in education and learning from ones mistakes. However, the willful and deliberate fuck-ups made by powerful, and 'formally educated' adults is atrocious. They deserve to truly be held accountable for their actions, and inactions. Maya Angelou warns of what can happen, if one is not careful, with a 'formal' education. I'm autodidactic. There's absolutely nothing wrong with formal education, anymore than there is with firearm ownership. Both must be 'owned' and used responsibly.

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Crossfit has been sued in court. Crossfit irresponsibly hurt and damaged an honored member of the US Armed Forces. Crossfit is a now defunct quack fitness program that was found using horrible and ineffective techniques which are based on unscientific and wrong diet & exercise information that is mainly practiced by those who are not knowledgeable in fitness.

Here is an example why Crossfit is now both the laughing-stock of the fitness world, and also seriously flawed to the point of being harmful to your family, or your child. People are laughing at Crossfit now because of how ridiculous it is, and how improper the training techniques taught in it are, but at the same time, people are even getting worried and even mad at the situation because the horrible and incompetent techniques actually taught and praised in crossfit hurt and damaged someones internal organs, and now Crossfit is trying to recruit people's children to join it and also perform these improper lifts and routines. So people are now pulling out of Crossfit, leaving the program in droves, and canceling their memberships.

Why? What Happened!? - Crossfit Fitness victimized a US Navyman, damaged his kidneys, causing a severe kidney failure condition called Rhabdomyalisis, crossfit was sued in court, investigation found Crossfit's techniques were to blame, and the court found Crossfit guilty as charged and crossfit was socked with a judgement against them in court for over 0 thousand dollars.



"Experts in the sports medicine field (military and civilian) have addressed a concern that the program has the potential for causing an increased incidence of musculoskeletal injuries and even muscle breakdown (rhabdomyoloysis) and therefore is not supported by [Navy Center for Personal and Professional Development]"-U.S. MILITARY STATEMENT by Commamder J. Picker, US Naval Center.

The US Military Services have now rejected the use of Crossfit.

In response to the U.S. Military's statement, what Crossfit did was to *MOCK* the United States armed forces. Crossfit started ridiculing honored patriots, U.S. war veterans, and those that laid their lives on the line for the defense of their country. Crossfit "true believers" bad-mouthed the US Navy, Marines, Army, and Airforce. They blamed the victim, and made a mocking video of the man who was the crossfit victim that they then uploaded to Youtube. The CEO of crossfit then coined a puppet mascot called "Rhabdo the Clown" mocking the fact that they had caused muscle degeneration and organ damage to a member of the US Military, made fun of the victim Makimba Simms, calling him "Makika", and then Crossfit gyms made up T-shirts with a cartoonish picture of a Clown gasping, falling down and wallowing in a pool of green Vomit. The photo below is the CEO and originator of crossfit, Greg Glassman smirking and smiling pointing to one of their T-shirts portraying the muscle degeneration victim as a clown.


"Several physicians, including Walter Reed Army Medical Center neurophysiologist Lt. Col. Mark Landau, concluded that Mimms suffered severe injuries indeed following his CrossFit workout, according to court records. The injuries included rhabdomyolysis, lumbosacral spine strain and strain of the bilateral quadriceps, according to court documents."

"The CrossFit program ended up causing him to urinate blood". Sound good for a program intended to make your child more fit?

The judgement found all 3 Crossfit trainers liable and responsible for professing techniques known to lead to damage to human health.

What was worse, is the the owners and everyone involved with Crossfit tried to blame the Navyman. They tried to say it was all his fault, that he did it to himself, that it was only something that happened to him and it was his problem, and he was doing it wrong, and it was a pre existing condition, and other people dont have it happen to them so it's only him and his fault, and tons of other excuses. They tried to defend Crossfit and victimize the tough Navyman. The problem was, investigation into Crossfit and their fitness teachings and classes revealed otherwise. And the court judgement was final. Awarding damages to cover the medical expenses and hospitalization and organ & muscle damage to the victim to pay his medical expenses. Crossfit even tries to get people to sign away their rights when you join. Crossfit has a waiver and disclaimer that they force your son or daughter to sign, and without knowing, they now try to get out of responsibility and fair legal damages. In other words, Crossfit now has formed an entire legal section in order to fight you, if their failed paleo zone crossfit fitness techniques damage your child.

Here's an idea of an example. You know when people say when lifting something Never lift with your back, Always lift with your legs? Well Crossfit would be hypothetically out there teaching your child to go out and lift with their back. Why aren't you supposed to lift with your back? Because one wrong shift and it can cause severe damage to your spine, from which you may pay for the rest of your life. Don't think so? Don't believe it? Right now still think Crossfit is great and all geared up ready to defend it? First GO VIEW THIS:

That is a video of the Crossfit Fitness training program and what goes on in there. Look at how the members are being taught to lift. Ok, if you're a current fitness person, and you know anything about lifting, right now, after seeing that you are cringing in absolute HORROR. Anyone who has done the least bit of olympic lifting knows what is seen in that Crossfit video could result in serious physical fitness damage. Even if you have absolutely no experience in powerlifting, anyone can see that something in those lifts is awkward and seriously wrong. That's ALBANY CROSSFIT. That is one of the leading most well-known Crossfit gyms in the nation. Note that that's not only what is being professed there, but the members are being absolutely *goaded* into doing it. The gym is not only incompetent. And then professing these false and improper techniques and teaching crossfit recruits to do this, they are using peer-pressure in order to push, compete, and shame members into doing it, and doing more of it. That's not just helping an individual learn to become fit anymore. Like having an individual perform a lift alone with a trainer in a corner of a gym for health. What they are doing, is bullying, goading, and setting people up to compete against one another, in a dangerous fashion, and then insinuating that if they can't do it, they are poor, down shodden, wussies, and wimps, and can't handle it, and are somehow too weak, and invoking shame and humiliation in order to get them to go beyond their capacity. There's a crowd of onlookers cheering and goading and pointing at them and enticing these people in Crossfit in order to perform these lifts incompetently, and then expressing disappointment in them if they can't do it, and then taunting them that they can't do it, and cheering them to do it again, and lift even heavier. Remember, this is horribly improper technique that is being "taught" all across Cross-Fit on the verge of sheer fitness incompetence, that can get these people seriously injured! Cracked spinal cords, fractured spinal column, disc displacement, blown out knees and ACL's requiring arthroscopic surgery, damage to tendons and ligaments, permanent muscle damage, muscle tears, ripped and torn biceps, or weights coming down on people's necks, or throat.

Here's the thing. If you have some person doing it on their own, then that's that person's responsibility, but when you join a membership group, such as Crossfit, who is professing and touting to teach people, and they've taken people's money with the expectation of engaging in a fitness technique which is claimed as being "certified" then it's now the responsibility of the Organization to take ownership of what is conducted and what happens to the member who was promised something. It's now the responsibility of Crossfit and crossfit'strainers what happens because the member was goaded into joining under these premises, and crossfit has now taken money for it.

As you see in that video, someone has taken the video footage of the activities that are conducted within Crossfit, and actually put the Benny Hill clownish theme music on top of it. This is because Crossfit is now known as the Laughing Stock of the Fitness world. People wouldn't be caught dead joining crossfit now. Crossfit is being ridiculed as funny, preposterous, and filled with completely incompetent training, and new members who don't have a clue and don't realize that Crossfit's being made fun of, and then there's long-time members who are so incorrectly taught that they actually defend Crossfit unwittingly thinking it's "great!".

But aside from Crossfit now being the butt of endless jokes about Crossfit people all across the nation, the problem is, it's not just funny, it's incompetent, horribly irresponsible, and it's going to end up getting somene hurt. Or, rather, it ALREADY DID end in someone getting hurt. And they hurt an American Patriot causing him virtually irreversible muscle and organ damage. And the court ruled on his side against Crossfit.

Do you have a daughter who has gotten into crossfit? Did you know that Crossfit is now encouraging eating-disorders? Crossfit gyms are now bragging about vomiting either before, during, or after you workout. Ever heard of a fitness program where part of the program is that you may Vomit? Well, welcome to crossfit, where puking up chunks of their diet plan is part of what goes on. So they teach a now known defunct eating and diet plan called the Paleo Zone diet, which is based on the now debunked Caveman diet which was found to be scientifically debunked, and potentially lead to heart disease, cancer, kidney damage, intestinal worms, crossfit members getting herpes warts, and gastric problems...then you throw chunks of it all up. Sound like a fitness plan where they know what they're doing? No. And in fact, Crossfit may end up being the gateway where peer pressure, body image, goading, and bulemic harmful diets and so forth develops into a pathological eating-disorder in your daughter. Or even in your son. Didn't know this? Don't think so? Well, just go do this...

Put this in Google: "Crossfit Puke Bucket" - and click search. Look what comes up.

You will see hundreds of search hits coming back showing Crossfit Gyms bragging that they vomit. Yes. There's vomit and throwup in the Crossfit fitness gyms. Wanna go? Wanna check out the bathroom sinks in a Crossfit facility and wash your hands or face in there? Crossfit gyms brag about you participating in the workouts they've prescribedfor you and then you throwing up chunks and pieces of their paleo diet into what's known in their gyms as a "Crossfit puke bucket". It's a vomit receptacle that they keep in the gym. Where members doing crossfit throw up in it. Crossfit Gyms smell like regurgitated meat and acrid human vomited fumes. (As well as body odor). Feeling good now? Making you want to eat their esteemed Caveman Paleo diet right now while you are imagining the smell of human vomit and women's and men's BO?

The Paleo Diet touted by Crossfit gyms has been rated by Nutrition Experts as the WORST diet. An entire panel of medical doctors and experts in nutrition analyzed just about every diet from the DASH diet, to Nutrisystem, to Eco-Atkins, to the Mayo Clinic diet for heart health, to diets for weightloss, obesity, and fitness, to Vegetarian and Vegan diets, to WeightWatchers, over 24 diets in all... This was conducted by an entire panel of experts by US NEWS & WORLD REPORTS. What happened? The Paleo diet extolled by Crossfit came in LAST. Paleo was found the most unscientific, debunked, and severely scientifically flawed unhealthy diet out of the entire list of diets they tested in the world. Paleo came in last. 24th out of the 24 diets tested. The worst diet for human health. See, the problem is, the Paleo diet is based on a false principle that gets people believe that somehow the paleo diet was "mankind's original diet". And somehow you were evolved or meant to eat paleo. If you believe that, it's false. The "Paleo Diet" being professed is NOT even what cavemen ingested at all. Crossfit gets people to believe they are somehow evolved over millions of years(false) to eat this and it's what you were desinged for, but the diet they profess is not even the same as the real paleolithic things that cavemen ate in the first place, so that part is even false too. Here's an example: Crossfit touts "grass fed beef" as part of their paleo diet saying that's what cavemen ate(wrong), and you are forbidden to eat anything that came about more recently than the advent of agriculture 10,000 years ago(wrong). Guess what...Cavemen didn't have cows. One more time: Cave men were now cowboys, herding around cattle. They didn't even have herds of cattle. So their touted Paleo diet is not even what cavemen ate. So they go around telling you to eat like a caveman, and this is the diet you evolved to eat for millions of years, then they sneak in things that cavemen didn't even actually eat. Want more? Did you think on a Paleo diet you could eat a black angus steak? Nope. Sorry, if you are a follower of the Paleo diet, sorry, you can now not eat black angus steak. Why? Because Paleo says not to eat anything that has arisen merely in the age of agriculture (like grains), well, guess what. Black Angus steak was genetically bred. Not natural. And the cows were only created in 1843. Yeah, the 1800's. Sound like the paleo era to you? No. So if you have gone paleo, you can now no longer eat Grassfed or Angus meat. Except for the fact that Paleo people are touting it, and so is Crossfit. In other words, it's scientifically false. They've told you one thing, the truth is another thing. The Paleolithic diet factually incorrect and based on pseudoscience (fallacious info doctored up to "appear" like they are all scientific, yet they are all false, but trick a lot of people into believing it's scientific.)

Here's another one. Water is a nutrient. It's not only part of a diet, it's possibly one of the MOST important. Hydration. And one of the most important in fitness! Now enter the Paleo diet cheered by Crossfit. Ok, Crossfit and Paleo say you are designed perfectly for, and evolved to, eat what cavemen ate for thousands and millions of years. Well guess what...Cavemen drank pond water. Cavemen drank out of watering holes where potentially other animals went, and peed in it. And shat in it, and bathed in it washing off ticks, and bacteria, and dried pieces of feces, and bugs. Guess what, if you're paleo, you have to drink it. (Think of soupy water with the smell of wet dog with potentially pee and poop particles floating in it). Well, ancient humans in the African savannah drank it. And by the reasoning of Paleo diet authors, Crossfit trainers, and anyone claiming paleo is the way humans were meant to eat, that's what you are to gulp. Sound good?

In Crossfit, on a Paleo Zone diet, you would truthfully NOT be permitted to drink tap water. This means you can't drink out of the water fountain in the gym to hydrate yourself. You can't bring tap water from your house, or even drink any water from your faucet in your house if you're following Paleo. Why? Cavemen didn't have treated water. You can't drink disinfected water. You have to go outside the gym, or out of your house, and drink out of a puddle. That's what cavemen did. And according to the paleo diet, you are actually DESIGNED for that. Oh, and also you can't drink bottled water either. That's been purified and disinfected. You cannot drink gatorade, electrolytes, vitamin water, power ade, or any other sports drink. You have to go outside and find a river, or stream, hopefully NOT infected with cryptosporidium, and put your mouth down to the ground and sip up the water, algae, muck, twigs, leaves, bug parts, worms, parasites, or anything else. Afterall, according to paleo, drinking water potentially infested with worm eggs and larvae, pinworm eggs, fecal droppings, urine, ecoli bacteria, salmonella, is what you did for millions of years and so you should be not only "ok" but you are "designed" for it, and also you should have your child and baby do it. Paleo says drinking this not only won't hurt you or your family, but in principle says this should be MORE healthy for you, drinking animal backwash, than today's water. Enjoy. Now you begin to see how the basic fundamental principles of the entire Paleo diet are flawed. And why Paleo was discovered to be a false ruse concocted to appear all scientific, up until it was found out that its creator was not even a Paleontologist or an Archeologist and had never even been on an archeological dig. In fact, the Creator of the Paleo Diet went around using the title "Dr." and then it was found out he isn't even a real doctor (M.D.) It turns out he only got a PhD, and got a "doctorate", which he then used to go around calling himself "Dr". He's not even certified to practice medicine or make claims about people's medical health. He has never seen the effects of heart damage, or operated on anyone to find out what the Paleo diet does in terms of nutrition. And it turned out that Loren Cordain, the originator of the so-called Paleo diet only has a degree in "gym". He has no authority to practice medicine or to give medical advice, in fact if he does, he could be convicted, and all the paleo diet mastermind had was schooling in "exercise". His degree is in Phys Ed. He's a glorified "gym" teacher, who put "Dr" in front of his name and is professing to tell the world what all of mankind throughout all the history of the planet earth ate. And if you bought into it, you now know you just got duped. It's was a ruse to buy his book.

Now, let's pretend you are not that educated in actual nutritional science yet, and you still truly believe in paleo, and you believe now that eating loads of meat and steak from a cow that didn't exist is exactly the same as Fred Flintstone eating pieces of a Mastodon, and still believe that ingesting loads of cholesterol is healthy, you were built and designed for it, and will make you thin, muscular, and amazingly athletically fit...Well, let's look at the actual results....

Crossfit brags about, professes, teaches, and extolls the paleo diet. This is what they TELL and teach everyone to do. So there should be no better example of the epitome of the effectiveness of the Crossfit exercise plan and paleo zone diet than none other than the originator of Crossfit himself: Greg Glassman. Greg Glassman is the CEO, owner, and operator of the entire Crossfit movement, that is telling you that if you follow his exercise and diet, you'll be fit like a neanderthal! Ok, let's take a look at this fit, athletic wonder:


The CEO of Crossfit is horrifically obese. Greg Glassman, following his own words of Crossfit and Paleo has become athletically unfit, fat, and unhealthy. He has grown bellyfat. He now has a paunch "pooch" stomach. A ballooned-out gut. The owner of Crossfit now sports man-boobs from his estrogenic paleo meat diet. Even grassfed Meat creates estrogenic substances called Heterocyclic Amines when grassfed beef is cooked. One of them is called "PhIP" which is estrogenic to males. In other words, if you are a man, and you eat grassfed beef, it slowly leads you to grow fat and more feminized. The natural substances in Grassfed meat contain compounds that can effeminize men. Eating the meat in a paleo diet, which contains "PhiP" or 2-amino-1-methyl-6-phenylimidazo [4,5-b]pyridine (PhIP), is now known to effeminze boys and men. Don't think so? Take a look at the CEO of Crossfit himself. He has sloping shoulders, a flappy chest with fatty tissue reminiscent of Gynecomastia. The president of Crossfit has what's known in slang as "Manboobs". He has grown wider hips. Wide hips are out of place on a man. Those are usually physiologically for women for pregnancy and child-birth. But Greg Glassman now has large wide feminine hips.

The leader of all Crossfits around the world is now sickly looking, pale skinned, unhealthy looking, out of shape, weak-looking, and now has a lack of muscle tone. He hardly has any muscle. He should stand as the shining example of the results of Crossfit exercising, and eating on a Paleo diet, however it has slowly resulted over time in him growing physically unfit, growing body girth, visceral fat around his abdominal area, effeminized womanly pelvis, degenerated muscle tissue, pale unhealthy skin, and is practically morbidly obese. What happened?

Here's the thing, you may think you are in a plan that is physically fit for now, but this is unstustainable. The unfortunate fact is that you probably started off with an even more horrible diet, lacked exercise, then you joined crossfit and ate paleo which merely only got you to start exercising and not overeating, then you began to lose weight simply by those things which could have been part of *any* workout program in the world, as you can see because there are hundreds of testimonials from other plans too, and countless ab-contraptions sounding the same testimonials vowing that they worked, as you think right now, but what you don't realize, is that all that weight is slowly going to creep back on. People on lowcarb touted it to work, but they only showed results for the first 3 to 6 months. That's what the book authors want you to see. But when researchers went back and saw what happened after a year later, they were surprised. All of the lowcarb dieters had lost all their gains, they had gained all the fat and weight back after a year's time, and more. Some were even fatter than they started off. In addition, what atkins and lowcarb dieters don't know is that it's causing problems internally that they can't see. You can't see the damage in the mirror. You appear fine on the outside, thinking things are great, meanwhile you've thrown your body into a dangerous state of what's called ketosis. Eating a high-protein diet, deficient in carbs, actually begins teaching your body to use protein to burn. Burning protein as fuel because there are no carbs to burn. This teaches your own body to burn muscle. It depletes muscle. People think that eating meat and protein builds muscle, but in fact, eating a lowcarb diet with mainly protein and fat is actually teaching your own body to use protein as its fuel, so you've actually taught your body to digest itself. Your body now needs to use your own muscle tissue to operate, breaking down and destroying your muscle tissue. So you thought eating protein and lack of carbs was great for building muscle, but what you've actually done is taught your body to begin eating itself, weakining your muscles, making muscles smaller, incapable of lifting high loads, and weakining endurance and causing poor fitness.

The Truth about Crossfit

The end result of following Crossfit & the PaleoZone diet is exemplified by the very inventor of Crossfit himself, Greg Glassman, who should stand as a shining example of Crossfit and Paleo diet's results: fat gut belly, rounded sloped feminine shoulders, wide womanly hips, lack of muscle tone, pale pastey skin lacking healthy color, and athletically unfit.

And now you know. Know anyone who's into Crossfit? Just bought some silly Vibrams Five-Fingers toe-shoes not knowing they are like the "mullet" of the exercise world? Better not show them this. Crossfit, Movnat, Paleo and Vibrams is like the guy who shows up at the pool wearing a yellow spandex man-kini stretchy bathing suit. They'll be heart-broken when they see that the thing they were so enthused about, and thought was so great, turns out to be a living farce and that Cross-fit and Paleo diets are now known as the laughing-stock of the athletic and fitness world.