M.E. [Melvin Eugene] THE LAST ANGRY COP!
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|Posted on July 21, 2011 at 5:08 PM|
The litigation extracted its first casualty: the lies by the US Justice Department. The Justice Department has admitted that I was arrested and indicted for a crime that never occurred, illegally held for thirteen (13) months, and tortured to force a confession. The reason, to protect their informants, William “Bill” Cosby, Rep. John Lewis, Julian Bond, Al Sharpton, etc., protect the Board of Regents [Smithsonian Institution - $1.6 Billion stolen Black art]: Chancellor, Chief Justice, US Supreme Court, US vice president, three (3) US senators, three (US) representatives, five (5) civilians representing the most powerful corporation in the world, and those involved in the theft of art with an estimated value of $40 Billion.
The litigation began in 1995, thereafter the Justice Department filed three (3) motions with the US Federal District Court, Southern District of New York, in an attempt to have me sanctioned: all denied. The Justice Department filed three (3) motions with the US 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals, in an attempt to have me sanctioned: all denied. The Justice Department filed criminal charges against me with the Internal Revenue Service (I.R.S.), the case was dismissed. The Justice Department filed criminal charges against me with my former federal employer (Department of Defense), the case was dismissed. The Justice Department filed false charges against me with the Maryland and South Carolina Bars. When every effort had failed, the Justice Department threatened my friends and family: that if they did not provide criminal information against me, they could be prosecuted, the threats included my wife and mother-in-law, at the time 80 years old... this act necessitated an immediate and escalated response!
Having accepted the fact that nothing would deter me, in August 2003, the Justice Department had the F.B.I. arrest me. In April 2003, I amended the law suit and charged the Justice Department and F.B.I. with conspiracy and racketeering. Additionally, I filed for an injunction in which I specifically informed the judge that absent granting the injunction, I would be arrested. “They” assumed I would fall on my knees, beg to be released and promise to drop the law suit.... One facility that I was held at, the conditions were so harsh judges gave two (2) days credit for every day served... my conditions were deliberately made worst... there were inmates on “death row” who shook their heads.
Over the past 45 years of my life my favorite quote was paraphrased from Dr. King, “A man who has not found something worth dying for, does not have a life worth living.” Here is the full speech as given when Dr. King was 36 years of age: if a man is thirty-six (36) years old as I happen to be, and some great truth stands before the door of his life, or some great opportunity to stand up for that which is right and that which is just, and he refuses to stand up because he wants to live a little longer or he is afraid his home will be bombed or he is afraid he will lose his job or he is afraid he will be shot or beat down by state troopers, he may go on and live until he is eighty (80), but he is as dead at thirty-six (36) as he would be at eighty (80), and the cessation of breathing in his life is merely the belated announcement of an earlier death of the sprit: he died a long time ago.
During my illegal incarceration I was known as, Dad, Pop, Popi or OG [Old Gangster]. An inmate who had killed more than 30 people made it “clear” that Dad was not to be bothered and offered to “reach out and touch” anyone on my behalf. In Atlanta I was placed in a two person cell (6'x8') that held five inmates, one bunk and one mattress on the floor. A young brother gave me the bottom bunk and slept on the floor under my bunk-bed to deal with any objections. While in New York, the Porto Rican Crew called me Popi-I was the OG with the big set of Cajones and was untouchable.... Sal, a New Jersey mob boss, enjoyed our intellectual conversations and offered to get me “anything” I wanted.... While in Oklahoma, I discovered that I had been a regular Chess player with the individual who had killed the New York Abortion doctor: he offer me the assistance of his legal team.... When I went on a 21 day hunger strike to stop the practice of Pre-trial detainees being locked down 23 hours a day at SuperMax, I became a “prison” celebrity - at every hearing I attended the holding cells would be “abuzz” concerning, “That’s Dad, the OG who forced them to let us have some freedom.” .... I was transported to court in the “death cage,” a sub divided transport cage, two 3'x6' pad locked compartments. In the event of a serious traffic accident, death is certain. While being transported on a hot summer day, the guards deliberately turned off the air conditioning. Plaintiff passed out and came close to death, the worst of several incidents.... While being transported on a cold winter day, the guards turned off the heat. Most unfortunate was the fact that a woman was being transported in the other half of the cage. Even today, I must take sleeping pills because I can still hear her screams.... Most summer days the heat in my cell exceeded 100 degrees. Forced to stand outside in 32 degrees wearing a tee-shirt. I was denied medication, etc., etc., etc., ....During my life, the expression, “My Good Name,” was just an expression. Now, it is more than just an expression: the Justice Department having admitted each and every fact I alleged was true, to a US federal district court judge, in the most important sense, I have WON!