Monday, August 26, 2013

LETTER: Many Things Chip Away At America's Important Foundations

This is an editorial that I wrote to the Daily News Journal and it was printed on  8-26-13

  Every single day I hear something else that has happened to chip away at the foundations of our American culture, faith, and political system. The scourge of political correctness is a cancer in our society. We are under assault by groups like the Muslim Brotherhood who are insidiously working to gradually overwhelm American society from within. The homosexuals, a group of people that represent less than 2 percent of the American people are winning victory after victory in our courts and legislatures. Through academia, secondary education and pop culture our children and young people are indoctrinated to be more accepting of the homosexual lifestyle. Illegal immigrants are threatening the health of our economic system, medical system, criminal system, educational system, and absolutely nothing is being done to secure our borders. Atheists, who are also a small minority wield great power thwarting the will of the American people in regards to their First Amendment rights regarding their religious freedom.

  Spending is out control, which threatens the future prosperity of our children and our grandchildren. Government policy is placing the American economy into a permanent state of anemia causing people to have to work several jobs to survive and causing young people to live with their parents longer. Government now wields power over our very bodies because of Obamacare, another program that Americans never wanted and still to this day do not want. Our culture and our government welfare policies are creating chaos in the family unit. Babies are being made without much thought or care as to their future welfare. Single mothers and grandparents are raising far too many children and the tradition of marriage is passe.

I am sorry if I sound too cynical, but I believe, like the song of the early 1960s: we are on the eve of destruction. Liberals and the useful idiots will mock what I am saying, but the average American will agree with me because they know that I speak the truth. As a conservative I see far too few conservatives in government fighting for me. Far too many are pseudo conservatives. All I hear is people complaining, but nobody ever does anything. If they do anything, it is too little and too late. Like William Lloyd Garrison, "the apathy of the people is enough to make statues leap from their pedestals and hasten the resurrection of the dead." In my soul, I weep for my country.

Greg Segroves

Diane Street

Saturday, August 17, 2013

118th Security Police Flight / Weapons Training In Tullahoma / 1988

The Great Nashville Train Wreck of 1918

  The worst train wreck in American history occurred on July 9, 1918 in Nashville Tennessee. It happened on Dutchman's Curve near present day White Bridge road in West Nashville. Two trains of the Nashville, Chattanooga and St. Louis Railroad slammed head-on into each other carrying a large number of predominately black workers that worked at the Old Hickory munitions plant. The west bound train hit a train carrying workers from Memphis killing 101 people. World War One was raging in Europe and as a result of this wreck electronic signals would be used on all railroads instead of hand signals. My grandfather Marcellus Brown was born in 1889 and he told me stories about this wreck. Granddaddy said that recovery workers were picking up peoples heads and placing them in buckets. He was a railroad man himself along with many of the men in my family. Granddaddy was a blacksmith on the Tennessee Central Railroad. My great grandfather John C. Frogge was shop foreman there until his death at the age of 83 in 1943. John's son Garfield Frogge also worked in the blacksmith shop and survived a similar wreck in Kentucky on October 7, 1903. At the age of 22 Garfield was working for the Nashville, Chattanooga and St. Louis Railroad as a Flagman. He was on one of two trains that collided on a railroad trestle. My uncle Elmore Hughes was an engineer. Uncle Elby Morse worked in the blacksmith shop and I had an uncle McIntosh that was crushed to death while working in the railroad yards.

That mournful sound'

80 years ago, two trains collided, changing the face of Nashville
Sunday, July 5, 1998
By Mike Kilen Staff Writer

The railroad track hides in the armpit of Nashville, beneath the bustling traffic and behind the office towers and strip malls. The used-but-forgotten tracks parallel West End behind Centennial Park, cross Murphy Road and take a sudden turn south by McCabe Park. That curve, Dutchman's Curve, still evokes memories of a horrible day in Nashville history. A bit farther south behind Belle Meade Plaza at White Bridge Road and Harding is an old, crumbling bridge where Frank Fletcher of Nashville stood that day 80 years ago, looking down on the bloody tracks. Descend the wooden and weedy embankment and the smell of oil on railroad ties and an eerie quiet and heat suffocate you. Colorful graffiti on a bridge support says: Welcome to the Line Yard. In the distance you can hear a train chugging, coming down the tracks with force and speed and purpose. And you imagine a mighty collision. "Every time I drive over White Bridge Road I think of it," says the 94-year old Fletcher. "The scene has occurred to me time after time... The horror of it." July 9, 1918 The Union Station was crowded on the early Tuesday morning. Most railroad stations were during World War I, transporting soldiers and workers to plants geared up for war. The Nashville, Chattanooga & St. Louis train No. 4 was preparing for its trip toward Memphis. Willis M. Farris, an honored Nashville citizen who had made the lumber industry here famous the world over, went to take a seat. A young bookkeeper, seeing the older man, offered Farris his seat, which he graciously took in the crowded car. At the same time, Robert D. Corbitt, the brakeman for the east-bound No. 1 heading to Nashville from Memphis, decided for no particular reason to check out the rear of the train. That train was packed with passengers, many of them workers traveling to the DuPont plant in Old Hickory. Among them was 18-year-old George Scott, scared of the large, bustling crowd of strangers on his first trip away from home. He was headed to Nashville to play his part in the war effort, producing powder at DuPont. An irritating vision kept awakening him on that night train. from Memphis. Something horrible was going to happen. At 6 a.m. he left his seat and went to the passenger car behind his and, for no reason he could recall, he pulled the shade and waited.

  The decisions made that morning would be played out for generations by survivors of the dead and descendents of the living. Running late. The veteran engineers on both those trains were running late that morning. Engineer David Kennedy pulled his No. 4 out of Union Station at 7:07 a.m., seven minutes late, while No. 1 was chugging in from the west, 35 minutes late. No. 1 had the right of way so it was the trainmen of No. 4 who had to keep a lookout for No. 1 running past them on the double tracks heading into Union Station. If they didn't see No. 1 before hitting a 10-mile stretch of single track west of the city's center, they must stop. Once passing that track fork, there was no going back. As the trains rumbled forward, tower operator J. S. Johnson showed train No. 4 a green sign from the tall, wooden tower, which meant all was clear. As he stopped to record it, "No. 4 passed tower 7:15 a.m." his hand froze. He could find no entry that No. 1 had passed. Johnson reported to the dispatcher who telegraphed back. "He meets No. 1 there, can you stop him?" Johnson blew the emergency whistle but no one stood at the rear of the doomed No. 4 to hear it. "Along about 6 that morning something kept telling me that something bad was going to happen," Scott told Nashville songwriter Bobby Braddock in 1983. Braddock had become fascinated with the event on Dutchman's curve and interviewed survivors, such as Scott, on tape. "So about 6 that morning I came out of that coach, into the front end of this coach. Instead of leaning over trying to get a little rest, I pulled the shade down over the glass." Train No. 4 snaked around the curve, blind to what was ahead, as No. 1 approached the White Bridge Road area. "He told me that he was riding in the engine like he normally did," says Thomas Vester of Nashville, a nephew who was raised by Robert Corbitt, brakeman on No. 1 that morning. "But he went to the rear of the train. Something just told him to go back there."

  The end of the curve approached and the trains each chugged upwards of 60 miles per hour. A horrible site appeared around the blind corner. Two trains, one track. Kennedy wildly pulled the brake lever. It was too late. The two 80-ton engines met, causing an explosive sound heard two miles away. The ground quaked and the waters of nearby Richland Creek trembled. The wooden cars crumbled and hurled sideways, hanging over the embankment. One train telescoped the other. Scott was hurled across the train car. He got up shaken and saw people laying about, "blood running everywhere." "I had to raise up the window and the glass was falling all over everywhere," he said through sobs, "and finally I got out of there." "And I wandered out past a cornfield, best I can remember, and I run across one of the trainmen laying there. Every time he was breathing, blood run out of his mouth. It done knocked me down... "It wasn't long and here come a truck full of 10 tubs to pick up the body parts. You couldn't tell one part of the bodies from another. They were just all cut to pieces." Scott could barely be heard on Braddock's recorded tape as he described the fate of the young woman and child he sat across from on the first train car. The woman's arm had been ripped off and had stuck into the baby. For the next three days he was in shock, walking around Nashville with blood covering his clothing. Frank Fletcher heard the explosion from his home in West Nashville. The 14-year-old was summoned by his father to check out what had happened. Together, they arrived early on the scene. Fletcher talks slowly over the telephone from his Nashville home, gathering up the memory of what happened next.

  His father ran down the bank to the wreck, while he stayed perched on the bridge. "My father was horrified. He went down there and attempted to raise the car to relieve some of the victims who were under pressure." Many were dead or dying. Willis Farris had died and the young bookkeeper who surrendered his seat survived, according to Rachel Farris of Nashville, Willis Farris' granddaughter. In the years to follow, the faces of those trapped in cars haunted many, included Fletcher. "One of the cars was standing at an angle. This man must have been standing in the door and all that I could see was his legs hanging out of the doorway," Fletcher says. "The other thing I remember was a hand pinched under the car. The man was stuck there with two dead men on his laps. He was hollering, 'Oh my God! Oh my God!' Nobody could do anything to help him." Fletcher vomited and would look no more. Among the bodies was Robert Corbitt, who lay motionless. "They took him to the morgue," says Vester, Corbitt's nephew. "They were ready to embalm him. Then he moved." Corbitt was transported to the hospital, swamped with the injured and near dying. Doctors were set to cut his leg off. "But mama said it was better than no leg at all," Vester recalls. Corbitt lived out his life, working on the railroad until retirement. Doctors managed to fix his leg so he even walked without a limp. Only a metal plate in his head marked the wreck. He survived another train accident in 1951 by jumping from the train. 

The aftermath. As many as 50,000 "spectators" came to the track throughout that day, hearing the moans of the dying and watching horse-drawn "dead wagons" stacked with bodies head for overcrowded funeral homes. Coffins, wrote the newspaper accounts then, were "stacked like cordwood." The final death tolls are still disputed. Officially, the Interstate Commerce Commission, in those days the investigative body for railroad accidents, listed the dead at 101. At least as many were wounded. "Embalmers," it was written, were brought in from surrounding towns. Black family members from points west descended on Nashville to find their loved ones. It was first reported that almost 80% of the victims were black workers from Memphis and Arkansas, crammed into the wooden cars, but that figure was later disputed as too large. The catastrophe, the worst in U.S. railroad history, fell off the front page within three days.. Some writers have since speculated that World War I was too dominant a story for much of the nation to bother over a train wreck and racism may have kept others from caring. The question still remains: Just what happened? ICC officials questioned railway workers afterward. The proceeding's notes were taken by the late Ernest Jones Sr., who supplied them to The Tennessean in 1983. Jones said the early morning confusion at the Union Station caused Kennedy to think train No. 1 had passed when it was simply another switch engine hauling empty cars.

Kennedy was found at the wreck with the train schedule folded under his body. William Floyd, the engineer of No. 1, died on his last day before retirement. Soldiers were found with notes to their mothers, grandfathers with pictures of their grandchildren. The scattered letters from the mail car were sorted among bits of flesh and bone. Scott was sent back to Memphis with $50 from the railroad. He never could remember what happened the three days following the wreck. And he felt guilt over his survival while the little baby died. Farris' sons received money from a settlement from the death of their father, whose body they carried up the railroad bank that day in agony. Out of the bleak tragedy, one son's life course was changed. Frank Farris Sr., used his settlement as seed money to start Third National Bank, according to Frank Farris Jr., his son. Farris Sr. became a leader in the banking business in the south and the bank later merged with SunTrust Bank. For others, it meant a lifetime of nightmares. "You never forget it," says Fletcher. "Every time I cross that bridge I recollect the sight." Down the quiet tracks, in view of the electronic signal posts, which prevent such accidents today, you can look toward Dutchman's Curve and listen... Songwriter Bobby Braddock did -- and helped write The Great Nashville Train Wreck: "Now every July 9, a few miles west of town, to this day you can hear that mournful sound...

Friday, August 9, 2013

Oprah Winfrey Validates An Angry Black Man

Oprah Winfrey's East High Yearbook Picture
  Although I have had differences of opinion with Oprah Winfrey over the years I always had tremendous respect for her accomplishments and I was proud of the fact that she was a fellow graduate of East Nashville High School. I graduated in 1968 and she graduated in 1971. I lost much of my respect for her when she threw her support behind Barrack Obama in the 2008 campaign. I have never been opposed to the idea of electing a black president. Matter of fact I have championed the idea because I thought it was long past due to break the color barrier and I hoped for the opportunity to vote for a black president. Not because he was black, but that he was both black and the best choice for president and stood for my conservative principles. My black friends thought I was crazy when I would predict that a black person would be elected in my lifetime but I always thought that the candidate would be a conservative. The reason I didn't believe that the first black president would be a liberal was that most black Democrats, that have run for president in the past, were radicals like Jesse Jackson, or Al Sharpton. They had no credibility to any great extent among whites because they were seen as radicals. In order for a black person to be elected they had to be accepted as mainstream by the white community. There are not enough black votes by themselves to elect a president. Black people only make up 13% of the population. Jackson and Sharpton were seen as charlatans by the majority of the white community who would implement a multitude of socialistic policies if elected. They were seen as angry black men who were champing at the bit to get even with white society. 

  What Winfrey's endorsement of Obama did was to help bring credibility to a black candidate in the white community. She had a huge white audience, especially among middle class white women. Of course we can't rule out the fact that the liberal media threw it's support behind Obama and the Chicago political machine that was also behind him. These elements in addition to a bad economy and an equally bad Republican candidate, John McCain, worked to elect the worst president in American history. He is the most socialistic president and as far as being an angry black man, you cant get any angrier than Obama and he is definitely a charlatan. These are not empty accusations. A good case can be made on each count. However where Oprah loses any shred of credibility with me is trying to compare the brutal murder of Emmett Till with the death of Trayvon Martin. That is the equivalent of comparing Adolph Hitler with Santa Claus. If I were related to Emmett Till I would be furious. Even if George Zimmerman was guilty as sin, which he is not in my view, the Martin case would not even come close to the death of Till in brutality and injustice.
East High

Oprah Winfrey / National Forensic League / East High 1970

Oprah Winfrey / Drama Club / East Nashville High / 1970

Emmett Till

Trayvon Martin

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

General Joshua Sill

This is from the latin library .com

JOSHUA W. SILL (1831-1862)

  Joshua W. Sill was born December 6, 1831, in Chillicothe, Ohio. He was the son of Joseph and Elizabeth Sill, who had resided there since the year 1814. Joshua's early education was obtained largely from his father, who took the time from his legal practice to instruct his son in the basic subjects. Joshua was an apt pupil and before reaching adulthood he mastered many of the difficult sciences and achieved particular skill in Mathematics. He was also proficient in Latin and Greek and was conversant with English and French literature. Although his father desired him to study law, he was, at his own request, appointed in 1849 the U.S. Military Academy, from the Chillicothe Congressional, district. During his four years at West Point he ranked among the best scholars and graduated third in his class Upon graduation he was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in Ordnance and his first assignment was at the Watervliet Arsenal, West Troy, New York. In 1855 he was recalled to West Point as an instructor. After two years there he was assigned to Pittsburgh Arsenal where he was occupied with the testing of ordnance equipment. In May 1858, he was sent to Vancouver, Washington Territory to superintend the building of an arsenal. Difficulties with the British Government prevented the construction of this arsenal and he was reassigned to Watervleit Arsenal. A few months later he was ordered to Fort Leavenworth. In the spring of 1860, he gave notice of resignation of his commission and accepted the professorship of mathematics and civil engineering in the Brooklyn Collegiate and Polytechnic Institute.

  Following the bombardment of Fort Sumpter he resigned his teaching position and offered his services to the Governor of Ohio, who appointed him Assistant Adjutant General of the State in May 1861. Here he was occupied in the organization of the Ohio forces. In August 1661 he was commissioned Colonel of the 33rd Ohio volunteers and accompanied General Nelson in the Eastern Kentucky expedition. His regiment was then assigned to General Mitchell's Division and Sill was placed in command of a Brigade and was promoted to the rank of Brigadier General. This promotion was confirmed by the U.S. Senate, 29 July 1662. Shortly thereafter, Sill was made Commanding General of a Division. His leadership of this Division in constant skirmishing with the enemy was outstanding and he was noted for having accomplished missions with very little loss. He was soon given command of a Brigade in General Sheridan's Division and shortly thereafter he took part in the bloodiest battle of the Civil War, the Battle of Stone's River, just outside of Murfreesburo, Tennessee.

  In the second day of this battle, 31 December 1862, while personally leading his men forward, he was killed by rifle fire. His body was found by the Confederate troops, who buried it in a battlefield cemetery near the scene of his death. A few years later his body was removed to the Grandview Cemetery at Chillicothe, Ohio. Although he was only 31 years of age at the age of his death and despite the briefness of his military career he carved a record for outstanding performance of duty which has been equaled by few. In 1869 his classmate. General Sheridan, officially established a military post in the Wichita Mountains of Oklahoma which he named in memory of his West Point classmate, Joshua W. Sill. 

  Fort Sill today is the largest Artillery Center in the world. This Center views with pride its attachment to General Sill. In recent years an interesting incident concerning General Sill has come to light. On the eve of the Battle of Stone's River, General Sill was in conference with his chief, General Sheridan. When it came time to leave this conference, General Sill and Sheridan mistakenly put on each others coat. Sill was thus wearing Sheridans' coat at the time he was killed. The story goes that the riflemen therefore mistook him for Sheridan and shot him. Whether this is true is difficult to say. The story comes to us from a sister of General Sheridan, Nelly Sheridan Wilson. Perhaps the best epitaph that has been written concerning General Sill came in a letter from one of his officers, who wrote, "No man in the entire army, I believe, was so much admired, respected, and beloved by inferiors as well as superiors in rank as was General Sill".

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The American Justice System And The State Of Race In America

Nicole Brown Simpson

Ron Goldman

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclination, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.

John Adams in Defense of the British Soldiers on trial for the Boston Massacre.


  I will never forget the way that I felt the day that O.J. Simpson was acquitted of murdering his wife Nicole and her friend Ron Goldman. It wasn't so much that a murderer had gotten away scot free as it was the reaction of the black people where I worked. I was at Bridgestone in Lavergne and the verdict came in while we were on our break. Bridgestone is a big place and the machines were down. I was taking my break on my machine when I heard a gigantic cheer go up all over the plant from black people overjoyed by the verdict. When I watched the news later the reaction among blacks nationwide was similar to the reaction of blacks at Bridgestone. Whites on the other hand, like myself, were dismayed. There was a sense of outrage that a cold blooded killer had been set free. I wanted to know why blacks felt the way they did and so I asked as many of my black co-workers and friends as I could why they were so happy. Just about every one of them that I talked to believed that O.J. Simpson either committed the murder or was involved in some way. I actually had some of them admit to me that because of past injustices O.J. Simpson was somehow payback. That is for all of the times that black defendants, during the days of Jim Crow, were convicted wrongly by all white male juries.

  I cannot relate to this kind of thinking. Ultimately I want justice to prevail in all situations. I am bothered by the fact that blacks were once the victims of injustice but do you correct past injustices by continuing those injustices albeit in reverse by allowing a guilty man to walk. My opinion of the Simpson case was this. If I was on the Simpson jury, from what I have read about the case in books and articles, I would have voted not guilty. The burden of proof lies with the state. You are innocent until proven guilty. A juror must know beyond a reasonable doubt that a person is guilty, otherwise his moral responsibility and duty is to vote against conviction. The State of California didn't prove their case beyond a reasonable doubt and Simpson walked. Even though the state conducted a poor prosecution of Simpson I am still convinced of his guilt. The lawyer representing Nicole and Ron, in the subsequent civil trial, proved beyond a reasonable doubt that Simpson committed the murder. This whole concept of justice seems to be lost on the average American. Too many times they allow their emotions and prejudices to determine how they feel about a case. At least those cases in the glare of the media, like the Simpson case and the Zimmerman case. The media always complicates things by their bias and prejudice. They try to mold and shape the narrative to fit their agenda as we saw in the Zimmerman case. The irony of the Simpson case is that blacks are constantly leveling the charge of sellout toward Conservative blacks, however they rallied around a real sellout , O.J. Simpson. Marsha Clark, the leading prosecutor in the Simpson case wrote in her book that on her first inspection of the Simpson home there was not one picture of O.J. with another black person, with the exception of his bi-racial kids. All of his pictures were of him interacting with white people. Later, when the jury was taken through on a tour someone had switched out all the pictures to that of primarily black people.

  In 1986 I was selected for jury duty in Rutherford County. Many people look upon jury duty with dread but I looked forward to it because it was going to be a learning experience. Most of the trials that I was picked for were civil trials but I did get picked for two criminal trials. On one I was an alternate. You don't have a vote but you must listen to all of the testimony in the event that a juror cannot fulfill their obligation. The other was a very difficult trial that I was an actual juror and we were sequestered, or locked up for three days. This is the same as being under house arrest. We were put up in a motel where we had one whole floor to ourselves guarded by sheriff deputies. All we did there was pretty much sleep because we were in court bright and early and listened to testimony until late in the evening. At first we were taken to a restaurant under guard for our meals . Everywhere we went was either in the backseat of a patrol car or in the back of a paddy wagon. When we went into deliberation on the afternoon of the second day our meals were brought into us from that point on.

  It was a rape trial. The defendant was charged with committing a brutal rape of a young woman as she slept on her couch in a Smyrna trailer park. She had been raped for a long period of time. She was raped anally and then forced to perform oral sex on the man repeatedly. Emotionally I wanted this man to be found guilty and harshly punished if he was guilty. This trial was hard for me emotionally because I have a child who was sexually molested by a neighbor when she was seven. When I was questioned for jury selection I had to admit to the court that someone in my family had been the victim of a sexual crime. For that reason I really didn't think that I would be picked. The lawyer for the defense gave me a thorough grilling which seemed to last forever. Finally his last question to me seemed to seal the deal. He asked me, almost shouting, will you allow what happened to your child to prejudice your decision in any way. I looked him straight in the eye and said "I will not vote to convict an innocent man". I thought I saw a slight smile on his face as he turned to leave, ending his interrogation. All of the evidence presented was circumstantial. I had always been told that you cannot convict anyone on circumstantial evidence. However the judge told us that if the circumstantial evidence is overwhelming you may convict.

  I have read that most women are raped by someone they know. Yet in those cases, where the woman is raped by a stranger, they rarely see their face and rape convictions are hard to get for that reason. The woman who was raped could not identify her attacker because she never saw his face. The prosecution built it's case around several forms of evidence. It's strongest evidence was the fact that the defendant was found to have semen under his fingernails when he was arrested. The defense countered by saying that the defendant could have masturbated just before arrest. The prosecution produced a short blue denim jacket lined with fleece. The woman positively identified the jacket as the one the rapist was wearing. The problem with this evidence was that the pictures taken of the defendant, on the day of his arrest, showed him to be very overweight. In the ensuing months he had lost a lot of weight. When he was told to put the jacket on it was obvious that even after the weight loss it was too small for him. He claimed all throughout the trial that the jacket belonged to his brother and was not his. The last major evidence was that the girl said that her rapist had a large scar next to his navel. The police who questioned and photographed the defendant testified to the same thing. They were specific that the scar was next to his navel. The defense attorney made the defendant take his shirt off and discreetly pull his pants down enough to reveal that there was a scar but it was on his side and not anywhere near his naval. In my mind the defense had created enough doubt that I couldn't vote guilty with a clear conscience.

  There were twelve people on the jury. Ten men and two women. Four of us, the two women and a former Air Force C-130 pilot and myself voted not guilty in the preliminary vote just after we went into deliberations. If I remember right a couple of people also voted not guilty but they soon changed to guilty. The four of us never changed our vote. We began deliberations on the afternoon of the second day and we discussed the evidence until late that night. Things got pretty heated at times. My neighbor, who lived several doors down from me, voted guilty and he seemed to take it personally that I wouldn't change my mind. We had known each other for years and had always been on very friendly terms. We shared a room and when we got back to the motel he icily told me that either me or him would have to find another room. I told him that I would move. It amazes me how many people personalize a difference of opinion. I have always tried to disagree agreeably. The only time that I get mad is when people cannot debate logically and resort to name calling. The other jurors, I believe, were more intent on punishing someone for this heinous crime rather than logically looking at the evidence. It was somewhat surprising to me that the only two women on the jury were for acquittal.

  We were back in the deliberation room bright and early the next morning after a good breakfast. We argued all day long until late in the afternoon of the third day. Finally we sent a message to the judge asking what our options were since we couldn't arrive at a decision. He told us that our indecision would result in a mistrial. It was obvious at that point that nobody was going to change their minds and a mistrial was declared. Obviously the defendant was very happy. On the way out we passed through the judges chamber. One of the women jurors and myself, whose son was a good friend of my son Robbie were stopped by the judge. He was sitting at his desk and asked us how we voted. When we told him that our vote was not guilty he asked, "I'm just curious why you voted the way you did"? We told him about the location of the scar and the fact that the jacket was obviously not the defendants and he continued to claim that the jacket belonged to his brother. Who we felt may have actually committed the rape. The judge then said something that vindicated my not guilty vote. He told us that the prosecution was not aware that the defendant even had a brother and the brother had a lengthy criminal record. The defendant had no record however. Finally he said the brother left town immediately after the rape and had not been seen since.

  A side note to this story, which has nothing to do with the trial, is that the C-130 pilot and myself had much to talk about since we were both in the Air Force. He was horribly scarred on one whole side of his head and face from being burned. I never asked him how he got hurt but I assume it was probably from an aircraft accident. I asked him how many engines he had ever lost in flight and he told me that he was once caught in a violent thunderstorm that drowned out three of his four engines. Miraculously he looked down through a break in the clouds and spotted the runway at Pope AFB North Carolina and was able to land the plane safely. Recently I was looking for something on the internet a few months ago when I ran across the story that the pilot had told me. It was about the only known incident in history of a C-130 landing successfully on only one engine and it is still the record.

Like the Simpson trial, which had nothing to do about race, the Zimmerman trial in my view had nothing to do with race either. The media and the race merchants had to make it into a racial incident. The following are facts discovered about Zimmerman from a Reuters investigative reporter who did his homework.

Twenty-eight year-old Zimmerman comes from a deeply Catholic background and was taught in his early years to do right by those less fortunate. He was raised in a racially integrated household and himself has black roots through an Afro-Peruvian great-grandfather – the father of the maternal grandmother who helped raise him. Zimmerman’s maternal grandmother, Cristina, lived with the family during Zimmerman’s childhood. For several years she babysat for two black girls who ate their meals at the Zimmerman house and went back and forth to school each day with the Zimmerman children.

  At age 18, George Zimmerman got a job at an insurance agency and began to take classes at night to earn a license to sell insurance. In 2004, Zimmerman partnered with a black friend and opened up an Allstate insurance satellite office. In June 2011, a wave of break-in robberies rattled the gated community where Zimmerman lived — Retreat at Twin Lakes, in Sanford, Florida. The homeowners association asked Zimmerman to launch a neighborhood watch. Zimmerman began to carry a Kel-Tec gun (for which he had received training) on his regular, dog-walking patrol of the neighborhood.

  The series of break-ins in his neighborhood was committed by young black men. A black female neighbor of the Zimmermans said recent history should be taken into account: “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. I’m black, OK? There were black boys robbing houses in this neighborhood. That’s why George was suspicious of Trayvon Martin.” The woman declined to be identified because she anticipated backlash due to her race. At least eight burglaries were reported within Twin Lakes in the 14 months prior to the Trayvon Martin shooting, according to the Sanford Police Department. Yet in a series of interviews, Twin Lakes residents said dozens of reports of attempted break-ins and would-be burglars casing homes had created an atmosphere of growing fear in the neighborhood. In several of the incidents, witnesses identified the suspects to police as young black men. Twin Lakes is about 50% white, with an African-American and Hispanic population of about 20% each, roughly similar to the surrounding city of Sanford, according to U.S. Census data.

  At least eight burglaries were reported within Twin Lakes in the 14 months prior to the Trayvon Martin shooting, according to the Sanford Police Department. Yet in a series of interviews, Twin Lakes residents said dozens of reports of attempted break-ins and would-be burglars casing homes had created an atmosphere of growing fear in the neighborhood. In several of the incidents, witnesses identified the suspects to police as young black men. Twin Lakes is about 50% white, with an African-American and Hispanic population of about 20% each, roughly similar to the surrounding city of Sanford, according to U.S. Census data. One morning in July 2011, a black teenager walked up to Zimmerman’s front porch and stole a bicycle, neighbors told Reuters. A police report was taken, though the bicycle was not recovered.  But it was the August incursion into the home of Olivia Bertalan that really troubled the neighborhood, particularly Zimmerman. Shellie was home most days, taking online courses towards certification as a registered nurse. On August 3, Bertalan was at home with her infant son while her husband, Michael, was at work. She watched from a downstairs window, she said, as two black men repeatedly rang her doorbell and then entered through a sliding door at the back of the house. She ran upstairs, locked herself inside the boy’s bedroom, armed herself with a pair of rusty scissors, and frantically called a police dispatcher. Police arrived just as the burglars – who had been trying to disconnect the couple’s television – fled out a back door. After police left Bertalan, George Zimmerman arrived at the front door in a shirt and tie, she said. He gave her his contact numbers on an index card and invited her to visit his wife if she ever felt unsafe. He returned later and gave her a stronger lock to bolster the sliding door that had been forced open. “He was so mellow and calm, very helpful and very, very sweet,” she said. “People were freaked out. It wasn’t just George calling police … we were calling police at least once a week.” The Bertalans decided to move out, and left two days before the Trayvon Martin shooting. Less than two weeks later, another Twin Lakes home was burglarized, police reports show. Two weeks after that, a home under construction was vandalized.

  In September, a group of neighbors including Zimmerman approached the homeowners association with their concerns. Zimmerman was asked to head up (as “captain”) a new neighborhood watch. He agreed. On February 2, 2012, Zimmerman placed a call to Sanford police after spotting a young black man he recognized peering into the windows of a neighbor’s empty home, according to several friends and neighbors. “I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t want to approach him, personally,” Zimmerman said in the call, which was recorded. The dispatcher advised him that a patrol car was on the way. By the time police arrived, according to the dispatch report, the suspect had fled. The “young black man” turned out to be Emmanuel Burgess (see below).

  On February 6, the home of another Twin Lakes resident, Tatiana Demeacis, was burglarized. Two roofers working directly across the street said they saw two black men lingering in the yard at the time of the break-in. A new laptop and some gold jewelry were stolen. One of the roofers called police the next day after spotting one of the suspects among a group of male teenagers, three black and one white, on bicycles. Police found Demeacis’s laptop in the backpack of 18-year-old Emmanuel Burgess, police reports show, and charged him with dealing in stolen property.Burgess was the same man Zimmerman had spotted on February 2. Burgess had committed a series of burglaries on the other side of town in 2008 and 2009, pleaded guilty to several, and spent all of 2010 incarcerated in a juvenile facility, his attorney said. He is now in jail on parole violations.
About two weeks after Burgess was arrested, Zimmerman noticed another young man in the neighborhood, acting in a way he found familiar, so he made another call to police. “We’ve had some break-ins in my neighborhood, and there’s a real suspicious guy,” Zimmerman said. The young man was Trayvon Martin. This time, Zimmerman was not so patient, and he disregarded police advice against pursuing Martin. Referring to the incident in February when the police had arrived late so that Emmanuel Burgess got away, Zimmerman muttered in an aside: “These assholes, they always get away.” Moments later, Martin lay dead with a bullet in his chest.

  The media established the narrative that a white man profiled a young black man because he was wearing a hoodie and that Zimmerman, the wannabe cop, irresponsibly provoked Martin into attacking him and another innocent black man bit the dust. The media could not safely go after Zimmerman if they portrayed him as hispanic or black. So they had to make him into a "white hispanic". He was an honorary white man because he lived in a gated community. The first pictures I saw on the news was a picture of a young good looking teenager, Trayvon Martin, as opposed to a very sinister mug shot of George Zimmerman. Later NBC News would actually edit the 911 tape in order to portray Zimmerman as a racist pursuing Martin. Fifty two black people were killed in Chicago during the Zimmerman trial by black gunmen and it was virtually ignored by the media and race merchants.

Did you know that 90% of blacks are murdered by blacks, and 83% of whites are murdered by whites?

Did you know that there are 14.82 murders per 100K by blacks versus 2.17 per 100K for whites?

Per capita there are 7x more murders committed by blacks than whites.

These statistics are from the F.B.I. They are numbers that the media and the left do not want you to know.

In conclusion I did not sit around watching the Zimmerman trial anymore than I watched the Simpson trial. Yet what I did learn is that the prosecution looked foolish and their witnesses seemed to help Zimmerman rather than hurt him. This was a trial that should have never happened. It was pretty much an open and shut case from the start. It only happened because of political interference from the Obama justice department and of course pressure by the race merchants and the left wing media. They have created a situation in which an innocent man will have to live in fear for the rest of his life. Then the media begrudges him for carrying a gun in Texas. They have created such a hostile environment for him that he would be a fool not to carry one. Since the trial we have learned that Zimmerman is no angel. Not being an angel doesn't mean that Zimmerman was guilty in the Martin killing anymore than it would justify the killing of Martin just for being a thug. Granted every jury doesn't get it right. Casey Anthony got away with murder in my view. In the case of Zimmerman acquittal was the best that he could hope for because there is a consequence to everything that you do, right or wrong.