Our so called civilized societies today function much like that of a BEEHIVE, unfortunately mostly unbeknown to masses. We too have QUEENS and royals who represent an ultimate authority over all, or in areas where there is no royal family, powerful groups or figures of control that represent only a tiny percentage of the overall population, yet indirectly control and dictate to the majority how they should live in order to ultimately SERVE THEM.[1]
POPE FRANCIS of The Ninth Satanic Circle is the top story (GLOBAL DIVERSION and SMOKESCREEN) in America. I suspect by the time he leaves, the Dragon Lady, Hilary Clinton, will be the top democratic party presidential candidate in the country.
Maltese Cross, Pope Francis & Nazi Fuhrer Adolph Hitler
In a BBC interview, Pope Francis took the highly unusual step of actually admitting that there are thousands of pedophile priests in the Catholic Church worldwide. By their estimates about 8,000.[2] That’s just the tip of an iceberg.
The Maltese Cross was also the Favorite of Hitler’s General SS-Obersturmbannführer Otto Skorzeny. In an exclusive interview with Kevin Annett of the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State from the Common Law Court of Justice in Brussels, Belgium, he said that five judges and 27 jury members from six countries including the USA, considered evidence on over 50,000 missing Canadian, US, Argentine and European children who were suspected victims of an international Luciferian child sacrificial cult referred to as the Ninth Circle.[3]
Pope Francis giving communion to Argentine dictator General Jorge Rafael Videla, the leader of the fascist generals who ruled Argentina in the late 1970s and disappeared more than 20,000 people.
Two adolescent women claimed that Pope Francis raped them while participating in child sacrifices. Eight eyewitnesses confirmed the allegations according to evidence presented at the Brussels’ Common Law Court of Justice.[4] Pope Francis was also a perpetrator in satanic child sacrifice rites while acting as an Argentine priest and Bishop according to records obtained from the Vatican archives. Another witness was set to testify that they were present during Pope Francis’ meetings with the military Junta during Argentine’s 1970’s Dirty War. According to the witness, Pope Francis helped traffic children of missing political prisoners into an international child exploitation ring run by an office at the Vatican.[5]
Evidence of a Catholic Jesuit Order document called the “Magisterial Privilege” was presented in court by the chief prosecutor. The record dated Dec. 25 1967 was said to show that every new Pope was required to participate in Ninth Circle Satanic ritual sacrifices of newborn children, including drinking their blood.[6]
Pope Francis’ trip to America also comes at the start of the trial of Joey Patterson in South Dakota for the murder of Minnesota Vikings Running Back Adrian Peterson’s 2 year old son, Tyrese Robert Ruffin. I believe that Little Tyrese was raised within the Ninth Satanic Circle to be sacrificed.
Even though the child was a murder victim, all of his organs was taken (harvested ) within days of the homicide and pending criminal investigation.[7]
Little Tyrese died from 4 (four) blunt force injuries to the brain. He was bludgeoned to death.[8] Little Tyr-ese’s name is peculiar for a reason. In Norse Mythology, there is TYR, the god of justice. “His name derives from Tiw or Tiwas, and Tacitus and other Roman writers described him the recipient of human sacrifice and equated him with Mars… Tyr is stamped as an exceedingly ancient god of the sky and day. In either case he must have occupied a high position in the hierarchy, although he is not clearly described in our records.”[9]
Like most of us, VIKING Adrian Peterson doesn’t have a clue about what’s really going on. He doesn’t have any idea or understand the pagan Norse-Viking Symbolism that led to the slaughter of his child. Peterson has to be afraid for himself and his children. He has stayed away from Joey, death of Little Tyrese and the murder trial like it was the plague.
Keep in mind as you read further, every morning, the gates in the East open up, and Shamash, the Sumerian Sun God, appears. He travels across the sky during the day, and enters the gate in the West. He travels through the Underworld at night in order to begin in the East the next day.[10]
The Maltese Four-Armed Cross is based on a very mysterious ancient symbol that now represents secrecy and the OCCULT. Its origins date as far back as the Eight Pointed Star of the Sumerian Goddess Inanna. She was the Sumerian Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Warfare, and Goddess of the E-Anna Temple at the city of Uruk (modern day Warka, Iraq), her main centre from about 4000–3100 BC.[11] In Kemetic Cosmology, she was known as the age-less Goddesses Neith and Isis. Goddess NEITH (Nit), nobody knows her age.[12] Inanna’s symbol is of great mystery and antiquity. It is believed that it locks secret esoteric holdings that brings light to the uninitiated. It is a symbol linked to divine majesty and immortality.
The above is known as the stone Tablet of Shamash recovered from the ancient Babylonian city of Sippar in southern Iraq in 1881 dated around 888-855 B.C.[13] Shamash was a deity and the Sun god in the Akkadian, Assyrian, Babylonian, and Hebrew pantheons. Shamash was the god of justice in Babylonia and Assyria, corresponding to the Sumerian Utu.[14] This tablet is important because it clearly symbolize the divine-sacred knowledge and light of God(s) being passed down by Angelic Beings in the symbol of the Eight Pointed Star of Goddess Inanna to a king, a symbolic representative of sacred forces.[15] The Babylonian King Nabu-apla-iddina, between HEAVEN and EARTH, is believed to be standing between two interceding deities at the left base of Shamash’s monument, leading him back to DIVINE ORDER.[16]
Khnum (Predynastic Water God- the Creator, the Fashioner of the Bodies of Men) fashioning Pharaoh Hatshepsut (Ma-Ka-Re) and her Ka on the Potter’s Wheel. Queen Ma-Ka-Re was born in the Divine Order and Light of the Gods. [17] God Shamash (associated with water by garment) holds two instruments, a measuring rod and a coil of rope, symbols of divine authority. Both of these instruments represent mastery and an ability to discriminate. It maybe ritually similar to the Crook and the Flail held by Kemetic Kings.[18]
In the tablet, God Shamash sits under planetary genius symbols, those from a lower level (the Moon), those from a higher level (the Sun), and those from the planetary or astral level (Venus.)[19]
During the Roman Empire, Shamash became associated with the Roman Sun God Mithra and Baal. The emperor Hadrian (117-138 A.D.) “forbade human sacrifices to Mithra and Baal.” And Porphyry says: “Pallas declares that under the emperor Hadrian human sacrifices were almost entirely abolished; and he is the best exponent of the mysteries of Mithra.”[20] Human sacrifices in the ancient mysteries of Baal (Moloch) Shamash went underground and became secret. The Vatican was built upon the grounds previously devoted to the worship of Mithra (also known as Mithras) (600 B.C.). The Orthodox Christian hierarchy is nearly identical to the Mithraic version. Virtually all of the elements of Orthodox Christian rituals, from miter, wafer, water baptism, alter, and doxology, were adopted from the Mithra.
The Vatican’s Mithraic version of rituals and the Human Sacrifice are the secret mysteries of the Ninth Satanic Circle.
To the Knights Templar and Freemasons, God Shamash represents the MASTER. The King, measured by the Measuring Rod or Crook and Frail (Righteousness) is replaced by secret “Initiates“.
The Divine Light of Heaven (Sacred Knowledge of Inanna unlocking Divine Majesty and Immortality) is conjured up by them through the DEVIL, ANGELIC BEINGS– Seraphs- Fallen Angels and Demonic Monsters (BAPHOMET) by Satanic rituals, rites, ceremonials and human sacrifices.
The above is the Maltese Cross seal and banner of Alpha Tau Omega, The Order of 1865 founded at the Virginia Military Institute (VMI) in Lexington, VA.[21] Undoubtedly, their seal with the crossed swords (X Symbol) and Teutonic Knight Battle Ax show that they also claim to be worthy (Righteous) and knighted of the Sacred Knowledge of the Inanna (Ages).
There is pyramid and Angelic Beings appear passing down sacred knowledge for them from heaven in three of their panels on their Maltese Cross.
In this early Alpha Tau Omega Seal based on medieval alchemy, the Crow represents death– putrefaction, decomposition.[22] When the skull appears, it is skull symbolism. In Nazi SS insignia, the death’s-head (Totenkopf) represents loyalty unto death.[23] The rose is central to the occult teachings and secret societies as a symbol of silence and secrecy. It is the national flower of England. The rose is one of the most important images used in the Ancient Brotherhood and by Alchemists from the East. Various secret societies use the rose as one of their main symbols such as the Freemasons, Order of the Rosy Cross, or the Rosicrucians.[24]
The Order’s defining moment, it says, was the Battle of New Market that was fought on May 15, 1864 in defense of Richmond, Virginia. Sixteen of the Virginia Military Institute (VMI) cadets that fought at the battle went on to become the founders of Alpha Tau Omega.[25] Their defining moment was significant in another way, because Black Union Troops spearheaded the attack on the Confederate defensive positions at the battle.[26] “Word raced through the Confederate ranks that black troops were attacking. Pickets shouted, ‘Niggers, boys, niggers,’ as they tumbled into the earthworks.”[27]
James H. Harris f the 38th Colored Infantry Unit won the Medal of Honor for his Gallantry in the Battle of New Market Heights
On April 6, 1865, the U.S. War Department bestowed the Medal of Honor on 14 black veterans of New Market Heights, because the Black troops overran the Confederate defensive forces at New Market with outstanding gallantry and bravery. They were victorious. The sixteen VMI cadets of Alpha Tau Omega ran for their lives. They went back to VMI to instigate a second civil war in secret under the DIVINE light of their own folly by the sacred knowledge bestowed upon them by the DEVIL, Seraphs- Fallen Angels and Demonic Monsters (the BAPHOMET).[28]
The above is an ancient Babylonian boundary stone. It connects the Eight Pointed Star of Inanna with the BEEHIVE. At the very least, it was a warning that you were entering into a SOCIETY OF THE BEES. In May 1776, Adam Weishaupt and his cohorts of the ILLUMINATI intended to call themselves “Bienenorden” (ORDER OF BEES).[29]
The “tower masoned” on the Order of 1865’s official crest is based on one of the first “tower masoned” in history, the Tower of Babel. The first Mason, Nimrod of the Bible, built the tower.[30] The Tower of Babel is based on the hexagon geometry of the cells of a BEEHIVE HONEYCOMB.[31]
I will link the Maltese Cross, Alpha Tau Omega and the Beehive Honeycomb directly to Elizabeth McElroy toward the end. For almost a decade, I worked inside two of Lucifer’s unspoken BEEHIVE HONEYCOMBS and had absolutely no idea or concept of what I had fallen into. For me, it has been the subject of NIGHTMARES that have haunted me to this very day. NIGHTMARES that I clearly didn’t understand the nature of until now when I became faced with the reality of QUEEN BEE, BETH MCELROY.
During the 1980s, I busted a major federal corruption ring at the U.S. Office of Personnel Management and Department of Education in San Francisco involving the illicit immigration of foreign nationals out of the Philippines. They were bringing them into the United States to take federal jobs based on fraudulent employment applications and immigration papers. It involved the immigrants paying off their sponsors for jobs and a place in the U.S., a MORMON/Mafia Combination, out of the U.S. Treasury.
The MORMON BEEHIVE HONEYCOMB
Many early Mormons were MASONS, including Joseph Smith. The Book of Ether in the Book of Mormon tells the story of the Jaredites, a tribe that lived at the time of the Tower of Babel in the Old Testament. According to the Book of Mormon, the Jaredites made a miraculous 344-day voyage across the ocean to North America. They brought with them the “deseret” which means “HONEY BEE” in the language of the BOOK OF THE MORMON.[32] The culture of corruption had gotten so out of hand at the U.S. Department of Education that I was part of an influx of new employees brought into the department on a 2 (two) year contract to help try to clean up the mess and massive backload in the federal student loan section, but it was far worst then I could have imagined. I didn’t know how bad it was or what I was falling into.
UNBEKNOWN, Inside Lucifer’s Beehive
The Mob & U.S. Department of Education
“Forget Las Vegas and Chicago — for most of the 20th century Kansas City was a gangster’s paradise.” Frank Hayde, The Mafia and the Machine: The Story of the Kansas City Mob [33]
The Department of Education in San Francisco was an old regime of silence, patronage, fraud, corruption and racketeering linked to the Kansas City Mob. The department’s regional office in Kansas City, Missouri was closed down, but the mob still maintained a number of lucrative private contracts with the department. They had the private money contract to train the department’s new employees in San Francisco.
Of course, I clashed with one of their goons immediately during an employee training seminar over an overt and ugly racial incident that he instigated against a young black lady right in the middle of the training session. We almost came to blows, but it wasn’t going to be much of a fight because I had a bead on him to knock him out at the podium if he just slipped a breath. I closed down that training session for the day. After the incident, some of the senior employees informed me that he was really a small time mobster out of Kansas City.
Freaking for a Job: The Wild, Wild West & U.S. Department of Education
If that wasn’t enough, there was also a Federal Government Homosexual Mafia being ran out of the department at 50 UN Plaza in San Francisco where I worked. It was like the Wild, Wild West. Within a week, I ran into one of their goons, a wild white haired sodomite, that was allowed to patrol the hallways and stalk the men’s bathroom.
Protest Not Allowed
One morning, he followed me up to my desk from the men’s room in the basement. He went directly over to my supervisor and told her that I had to go with him for a “special assignment”. He didn’t run any unit in the building. He was the same grade I was. Special Assignment! He intended to take part of my ASS right there at 50 UN Plaza. He may as well roamed the building in his silk pajamas and fluffy bedroom slippers.
At that time, the AIDS virus crisis among healthy young gay men was just breaking out. There was fear even working in San Francisco. At the time, nobody understood how the virus was being transferred from person to person. At 50 UN Plaza, the AIDS crisis was real. While I was there, at least a half dozen young healthy gays dropped dead within days or weeks of being infected.
My supervisor had the backbone of a jelly fish. With the white haired sodomite predator sitting at the front of her desk, she was visibly shaken, nervous and insisted that I follow him. Either it was my ASS or her job. As far as she was concerned, I had to SERVE up that BOOTY. She and most of the other employees in the building were afraid of the unspoken power and influence of the Government Gay Mafia. Of course, I didn’t move. I subsequently discovered that if you join the Federal Gay Mafia and Freak with or for Them that you could get a permanent good paying government job. Well, I wasn’t interested. I wanted to do my work and be LEFT ALONE.
Within the next couple of days, I found this goon alone, one on one, patrolling the men’s room in the basement again. By the time it was over as I reached my desk- the FBI had sealed off the entire building. My supervisor, in a state of panic, asked what I did to the sanctioned government Sodomite. She identified him as Vernon. I told her, “I didn’t beat him up or touch him.” She said that he called the FBI and reported that he had been attacked and beaten by a Black Panther in the basement. She said that we were on lockdown while the FBI combed the building searching for the attacker. Vernon, indeed, had influence, power and protection in high places in the government.
From senior employees, I had discovered that Vernon had a serious weakness. He was a hapless psychotic. I didn’t have to touch him- all it took was a little old fashioned Mo-Jo workings to break him down and put the Fear of God in him. From that day on, I didn’t have any further trouble out of Vernon or the Gay Mafia, but I was concerned just how fast that they identified me as a former member of the Black Panther Party for Self Defense. I had been a Panther, but my criminal record and work history was clean. At that time, I desperately needed a job and the income. All I wanted to do was exercise the right to work, do my job and go home. I certainty didn’t want to become a target for FBI COINTELPRO harassment on the job.
However, I knew management had called the U.S. Secret Service for advice how to handle me. I know because the agent called from Washington D.C. stopped off to chat with me before he left. The agent was a tall blond male. I never seen him before, but he was quite amused. He was very much aware of the nature of the BEEHIVE that I had fallen into.
He laughed and said, “Ray, I told them that a man with your education and experience would be an asset and model employee to the department.” He said that he told them that the agency couldn’t do anything because I always followed the book. He told me that his advice to them was just leave me alone. I was a temporary federal employee working out a 2 (two) year contract and that’s it. He advised them to just allow me to work out my contract. Then he chuckled and said, “you know what? They wouldn’t listen.” It was tantamount to- do what you got to do to do your job, he had warned them. We laughed for a brief moment and he took off back to Washington D.C.. The FBI and NSA had always been a different story. They would have gladly joined any plot to hurt me because I was still living in the spirit of a BLACK PANTHER.
“Whites Only” & U.S. Department of Education
Within the agency, I sought a permanent job opening in the legal department that I subsequently found out had been reserved for white people of the old regime– Mormons within the agency. I also subsequently discovered that an unqualified prime candidate for the job, a Mormon by the name of Mike Bible in the legal department wanted more money off the backs of the taxpayers to take care of his growing family. So, they wrote up a higher ladder grade (GS 9-11) position for him within the legal group, but the job had to be posted to all qualifying candidates within the department. Each time, I failed to make the best qualified list each time they posted the job, I challenged the selection that resulted in the job being withdrawn and the job description rewritten. However, no matter how many times the job description was rewritten to try to avoid my qualifying education and experience- it failed.
So, the top brass of the old regime came up with a plan to lay everyone off, reorganize the entire department and bring everyone back with the exception of myself with new job descriptions developed in combination with the U.S. Personnel Office. The secret husband (Martinez of the Philippines) of the head of the personnel in the Education Department was planted inside U.S. Office of Personnel Management.
In fact, the older gentleman that I sat next to was fresh out of the Philippines. He could barely speak English. He said that he had been allowed to migrate to America to work for the federal government with the basic job qualification requirements waived, because he fought for the U.S. Army in the Philippines during WWII.
That dog didn’t hunt, because I had a number of uncles and cousins that fought in WWII, Korean and Vietnam Aggressions and qualifying educational and experience had never been waived for any of them to work professional graded positions within the U.S. Government. In fact, my friend Joe was a Black Vietnam Veteran that suffered Post Traumatic Stress (PTS) during his time in Nam. He still had to have that minimal qualifying BA or BS degree and financial experience to get a job in the Federal Student Loan Department where I worked.
Subsequently, we discovered that the old guy was actually working under a false and alias name. He was the natural father of our department’s head personnel officer, and the father in law of Martinez in the U.S. Office of Personnel Management. They brought him into the U.S. to live and work at the expense of the U.S. Treasury.
Under their clandestine reorganization plan, everyone that they wanted to return to the department most likely at higher grade money positions got a secret package with a new job description that they were to apply for along with a prior highly scored completed confidential U.S. Personnel Management employment application for that job. Those applications were to be copied and returned exclusively to Martinez. I knew what they were up to from the beginning. The entire department was rotten to its core. I was right in the middle of a Beehive in the Wild, Wild West. So, I waited and watched every move they made. Finally, I observed one of the packages being exchanged between my department head Roger and Vince, one of the black male members of the department’s Gay Mafia Group. Roger was one of the secret leaders behind the Gay Mafia.
During the lunch hour, I intercepted Vince’s package, copied it and returned it in place before he returned from lunch. The package was loaded. It had the complete reorganization plan and all the new proposed jobs to be offered to the old regime and new/old members of the Gay Mafia Group. After that, every week I wrote a letter to Roger (a Mormon), asking if the reorganization plan had been completed and new jobs determined, and each time he would respond so proudly in writing saying that the reorganization plan was still in process, and the jobs had not been determined. About a week or two before the reorganization plan was announced- I went for the BUST.
David Paul Jeremiah, conservative evangelical Christian author, televangelist and U.S. Congressman Ron Dellums. This unnatural arm-hand position, with the right or left hand strangely ‘hidden‘, is repeated regularly. It is a modified ILLUMINATI hidden-hand symbol, so as to presumably avoid detection. I first exposed the entire scheme to Dellums. After his office deliberately tried to shelve and ditch the matter, I went to U.S. Senators Diane Feinstein and Barbara Boxer that also ignored the matter. Finally, I went to the U.S. Merit Systems Protection Board (MSPB) to at least get the package time stamped by a U.S. Government agency before the reorganization was publicly announced.
The MSPB is an independent, quasi-judicial agency in the Executive branch that serves as the guardian of Federal merit systems. The mission of the MSPB is to “Protect the Merit System Principles and promote an effective Federal workforce free of Prohibited Personnel Practices.”[34] To my surprise, the MSPB actually took the lead to investigate the matter, and their findings nearly closed down the entire U.S. Department of Education of the Northern Region.
The scandal had widespread and massive implications not only within the compromised U.S. Education and Personnel departments, but it had the potential to rock the State Department from the inside regarding the widespread entry of Filipino migrants into the country under false premises. It was just the tip of an iceberg. It was a potential embarrassment to the so-called Law and Order State of Republican President Ronald Reagan.
Some heads at the top of the Department of Education had to roll as a diversion and distraction. As I understand it, the scandal led to the resignation, suicide or assassination of a department fall guy, the old regime deputy director and Mormon, 62 year old, BILLIE JEAN WADDAMS (died 9/20/88).[35]
During the Cold War, Waddams on Naval Business on Rosarita Beach in Mexico
They, for whatever reasons, called him General and “Wild Bill.” He was a WWII Veteran that served in the U.S. Navy for 18 years. I couldn’t locate any record that he had been a general or too much other information at all on his background. However, he was the bulldog and heavy that had been assigned to deal with me personally in the department. Whenever he tried to individually bully, intimidate and harass me, I just ignored the old man and went about my job. I often told them, whatever problem that they had with me- please put it in WRITING.
I came very close to destroying the entire BEEHIVE and didn’t realize it. While studying the situation inside the education department, I was involved in a serious auto accident that disabled and put me down on my back. While recovering, I was edged out of the entire investigation and eased out of federal government service.
Unbeknown, I had a Negro ILLUMINATI Consultant, a former friend from Merritt Jr. College, Harold Maurice Logwood, Sr., who worked with Stanford Research Institute (SRI) assigned to misdirect, distract and divert my attention from the BEEHIVE while I was recovering. By chance around 1998, I got a rare opportunity to review his private resume while he was hawking Oakland Unified School District for a job. He was connected to Ron Dellums, and worked for the federal government (IRS).[36]
Harold even volunteered his help in my personal auto injury case. He took me directly to one of his associates, UC Berkeley Boalt Hall Attorney, Louis Emile Duvernay, in Oakland.[37] They assured me that I had nothing to worry about but a speedy recovery. They would handle everything. Well, just weeks before the statute of limitations ran out on the case, I discovered that they had not done anything but hope to run out the statute to sabotage my personal injury recovery. By the time I filed the lawsuit, the primary parties that were most civically responsible for causing the accident and my injuries were DEAD and their estates had been CLOSED.
President Ronald Reagan’s New World Order Bulldogs, Ed Meese and D. Lowell Jensen
Unbeknown, during the 1960s, Harold also worked with the Right-Wing/Nazi Republican Alameda County Mafia District Attorneys Edwin “Ed” Meese, III and Federal Judge D. Lowell Jensen under the ultra secret operational “Panther Squad” to destroy the Black Panther Party in Oakland.[38]
Harold told me directly that he had worked with these people in 1976 investigating, prosecuting and covering up William and Emily Harris who participated in the kidnap of Patricia Hearst, as part of the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA), the CIA. During a conversation with Harold, he vehemently defended Meese and Jensen, and denied that the SLA was the CIA.[39] I knew the rest of the story and who he really was- a cell within the BEEHIVE HONEYCOMB. I didn’t try to hurt him or Louis Duvenay– if I did- I was JUSTIFIED.
Unbeknown, my two co-plaintiffs in a class action through the U.S. Justice Department was paid-off with about $50,000 each and good paying government jobs for abandoning and destroying the class. As I understand it, they were planted undercover- sell out Handkerchief Head Negroes from the beginning.
Unbeknown, Claudia and Ben of the class action were part of a witting black cell within the BEEHIVE HONEYCOMB. Ben was another sick Sodomite– a secret freak– part of the secret government gay mafia. Claudia was pure EVIL. She had sold her soul to the DEVIL. I wasn’t informed of anything regarding the class action lawsuit, investigation and the resulting prosecution of the Martinez Family.
After the Department of Education/Office of Personnel Management Scandal died down, I was primarily “white listed” from obtaining any other gainful employment in the public sector in the future. The FBI made sure of that by deliberately delaying most of my basic public employment background clearances.
UNBEKNOWN, Back Inside a BEEHIVE- Another NIGHTMARE
After falling in a BEEHIVE in San Francisco and being locked out of future public employment, I needed an independent source of income. I decided to enter the field of small business administration. I entered a 2 (two) year small business administration certificate program offered by a local college. It was one of the best SBA model business programs in the nation. When I completed the program, I had planned to implement a independent business plan to distribute and sell educational matters for children.
However instead, I decided to help my uncle upstart his used car business in San Leandro, CA. It would have made my late mother extremely happy that I could be in a position to help her beloved baby brother. I soon discovered it was yet another BEEHIVE and Wild, Wild West of racketeering, mobsters and secret societies.
I first learned about the real world secret society QUEEN BEE and MASONS in white society from Jack Hamson, Jr.. As far as I knew, Jack was predominately Irish, but also claimed to have Italian roots. Jack did time in prison for manslaughter. He killed a man of his society with a knife, he said, in self defense. For that homicide, Jack was somewhat of an outcast from the mob society in which he had been reared.
However, they still looked after and took care of him. At that time, my uncle, a black MASON, took primary care of Jack on the used car lot that we ran in San Leandro, CA. My uncle even bought him a trailer to live with his cat rent free in the back of the lot. Jack was of the best auto detail men in the community. I spent a lot of time listening to Jack.
From early family folklore, my uncle was known as a MASON. I had always associated particularly black Freemasonry with a necessary benevolent and charitable association. During my formative years, black Freemasonry was always mentioned in association with dealing with and fighting racism in the South. My family legend record that my father’s first cousin was a Mason. For some reason, he offended the Ku Klux Klan in Louisiana. They were going to kill him. He secretly evaded death (lynching) by the Klan by being taken out of the state of Louisiana by the Masons in a screaming emergency ambulance will full sirens blasting and flashing lights.
I really didn’t know what was going on with Jack’s dad. It was my understanding that Big Jack Hamson was once connected directly with the mob. Big Jack along with a man from the Jewish Mafia, Al Michaels, was always hanging around the lot acting as my uncle’s business advisors. I didn’t trust any of them. They were small time con men and most likely white MASONS that taught my uncle how to cook/crook the books that got him in a world of trouble with the IRS that I had to bail him out of. Little Jack told me that Big Jack was always trying to convince my uncle to get rid of me to move the business into big money and the big time.
I worked the business 10 to 14 hours a day, sometimes 7 (seven) days a week. I had taken uncle’s at most a 10 (ten) car unit lot and built it into one of the fastest growing small business industries in Northern California with at least a three block frontage on main street with over 150 car units in daily inventory. I managed sales, the credit and finance section bringing in about $15- 20,000 in cash receipts each week. They somehow believed that they could maintain, duplicate and expand my business model without me. They wanted access to and control of the MONEY– all of it. When I finally left the business, I was on the countdown to cerebrate a million dollars in sales by August/September of that year.
Over 60% of my customers had been repeat satisfied buyers and referrals. My approach to the business was that “good will” was worth more than capital. Behind the veil, the Mob said that I was pushing too many of them in the area out of business. Their reasoning was that Black People were sticking together by doing most of their primary business with us to deliberately harm their long time business interests and monopoly over the used car industry. In fact, they thought my uncle was conspiring with me, a PANTHER, to run them out of the business in the area until the New York/New Jersey Mob bailed him out.
Uncle was married to a daughter of an old world Sicilian Mob boss in New York. She was a well respected and educated geologist from I believe Stanford University most likely connected to the CIA. During the Cold War, she had free run in and out of Soviet Union and Eastern Europe under the shroud of an international earth scientist. She was also receiving a lot of inside government money to run fronts for educating inner-city public school children in geology and earth sciences. Of course, I had absolutely nothing to do with the woman, her programs or my uncle’s crooked so-called business advisors. I told them nothing about our business, contacts or the money we were actually making, but my uncle was telling them everything about the business and me. They brought in an Anti-Castro Cuban female operative to learn the business and take over my finance section and cash receivable accounts.
My uncle’s wife was a bloodline Sicilian from the island of Sicily. She through that she was better and more intelligent than most Italians and any black person. She took the inside heavy assignment to push me directly out of the business by hook or crook. However, I left on my own terms. Plus, I didn’t like becoming the focus of the FBI and CIA, again. However, I left them with my calling card. I slapped the business with a state claim for back wages and overtime that amounted to well over three quarters of a million dollars based on the most minimal value of an employee with my education, experience and background.
I didn’t pursue the claim against my mother’s beloved baby brother. She would’ve turned over in her grave. I just wanted to make a statement to my new aunt. She was a racist that constantly told whoever would listen that Niggers aren’t Worth Nothing and Couldn’t Do Shit for Themselves.
Within 3 to 6 months of my departure, my uncle’s car business lost almost everything under the counsel/corporalship of the Sicilians, Big Jack, and Al Michaels of the Jewish Mafia. They reduced one of fastest growing small business in Northern California to a back alley Ma and Pop operation. That’s really the way that they may have wanted it all along eventhough my uncle belonged to the BEEHIVE.
Little Jack often referred to our car lot land lady as the QUEEN BEE. It was an old European tradition and