I cannot control how I am perceived, only how I am presented. For the record, I refuse to be the Defendants’ or this Court’s “nigger.” This judge’s youth spared her from the ugly truths of our time past. The word “nigger” was representative of our horrific disparate treatment. One need only  open the coffin of Emmett Till to understand the substantive nature of “nigger,” there is no procedural “nigger.” When this judge turns a blind eye to the injustices enumerated in this case, the treatment is substantive, therefore, by definition the court has minimized the irreparable harm done to the judicial system and relegated me to no more than the “Spook Who Sat By The Door.”  The cage in which I am jailed, in many ways consumes my body. But, my mind will expand into the intellectual crevices of our society until “Lady Justice” no longer covers her eyes from shame, but rather because, justice is no longer measured by rich or poor, Black or White.

Rev. Vernon Johns was Pastor of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church from 1947-1952, and father of the civil rights movement. Rev. Johns was consider radical and a threat to the white establishment, therefore a threat to Blacks. He was ousted from the Church and replaced by a little known preacher the Church found to be more acceptable: Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. There are those who debate whether “I Have A Dream” or “Letter From A Birmingham Jail” is Dr. King’s greatest speech. I do not entertain the debate, my life’s influence comes from a speech long forgotten.

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.” This excerpt was taken from Dr. King’s speech: 
“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.” 

From my cell I can see clearly: an rightful “heir” to the stolen art, lives on $450 per month Social Security, while the Defendants enjoy $50 Billion of stolen art ... individuals who have given their lives to shape the Black intellectual discourse, cheated by the Justice Department’s placement and protections of informants: William “Bill” Cosby, Dr. David Driskell, Rep. John Lewis (D-Ga), ... a former US President and US Congressmen, being corrupted at the direction of the Justice Department: each and every act is sanctioned by the Board of Regents, Smithsonian Institution,  using Director Elizabeth Broun ... Little Black boys and little Black girls, who do not have a chance in the world because their future is distributed among the rich and powerful.
I sit here not because it is a room with a view, but rather history resides within. If your existence does not encompass the rich and powerful, justice is elusive under the worst of circumstances and her greeting luke warm under the best of circumstances. She has disdain for the meek, and the mild need not apply. But, when death and destruction becomes the order of the day, She stands tall and take notice. They dare not leave me lifeless in this retched cell for fear of condemnation. Nonetheless, condemnation will come because the choice of sustenance is mine. Therefore, justice has no choice but to submit to humility and do what is just and proper.