What does it take for a county to ghost someone after they have been wrongfully ambushed by the county’s henchmen? What does it take to erase someone? To drown and bury justice under layers of silence and secrecy?

My story isn’t just about an unlawful arrest—it’s about a system so desperate to protect itself from a commoner’s exposure that it resorts to intimidation, erasure, and, perhaps, something worse. It’s about the shadows where the truth hides, the voices silenced by fear, and the unholy pact of power that keeps the “blue line of justice” untouchable.

But here’s the twist: their silence? It’s their loudest confession.

Silence Screams Louder Than Words

In the shadows of forgotten filing closets, a registry of Gwinnett’s failures in hiring practices and its corrupt justice system lurks. However, a force operates that not only upholds the law but guards a code—a blue line of justice that silences dissent and shields corruption.

I’ve tried every avenue to uncover the truth—lawyers, ABC agencies, courts, and police—each one turning into a dead end on Ghosted Rd… or maybe just dead, a ghost in the memories of those who cared. We’re not there yet, though.

Their silence is telling—and yet—it’s powerful. The mental cat-and-mouse game at play involves wondering about each other’s next move. I would like to think I’m quite predictable. “They,” on the other hand, are dangerously apt to do the unthinkable. But when answers are refused, I am actually given more—the freedom to write the truth of the matter unobjected. I have the upper hand in levying my questions to the masses and letting them stew in the same wonder I experience. And I can’t help but wonder: why would a county go to such lengths to silence me? What secrets are they so desperate to bury?

Gwinnett has ceded the floor. I intend to use it. When justice delays, it betrays. And in Gwinnett, it seems they’re buying time to rewrite the script.

The Truth in the Shadows of Us All

Gwinnett’s silence isn’t just negligence—it’s complicity. If their actions were aboveboard, the evidence would’ve been in my hands months ago. Instead, they’ve left a void. However, Gwinnett’s offense against me isn’t an isolated incident. While the full details remain out of reach, I’ve discovered that others have faced similar situations stemming from Recorders Court within the same timeframe.

In my search for a lawyer willing to confront this daunting county, I became aware of another case eerily similar to mine—an arrest linked to missing documents. This raises a critical question: was this negligence by a specific employee? A systemic issue?

Obtaining the full story will be no small feat, considering the uphill battle I’ve faced just to access my own records. Yet, with any luck, that individual may find me. If there are two of us, how many more exist? The evidence suggests a deeper problem—one that hints at Gwinnett’s inability to properly maintain records during that period. A single oversight is plausible, but a pattern signals something far more troubling.

But what if there’s more to the story that gives them reason to work so hard to cover this up? Join me in this rabbit hole of questions, and maybe see things from my perspective.

It’s not unknown that I write under an alias and that I associate with individuals who have been federally labeled “terrorists” and “militants.” I have received and written many stories from others across the nation who have spoken out against the injustices carried out against them. I guess it would be equivalently conceited of me to consider that only the handful of acquaintances and associates that I know—my mom and THE Crumpton himself—would ever read my writing, and even then, I wouldn’t credit them for actually reading.

But the reality check is that I see the numbers on the backend. I know the real expanse of my audience, and with that awareness, I feel much like Peter Parker, who once reminded us: with power comes responsibility.

If Gwinnett levied the power of record-keeping to someone incapable of the job, they owe every person infringed by it an apology, at the very least, and more for those they injured while “bringing to justice” for failing to comply.

Just the same—and no matter how fractal my influence may be—my responsibility is to deliver truth. It’s hard to do without evidence, but I’ve compiled enough of my own to know the truth with 100% certainty, with only one fact remaining: who?

Who would do such a thing? Is it truly a pattern, or is it a targeted ambush?

Shining Light on Doubt

When officers surrounded my home on the night of July 29th, 2024, it was an instant step into a reality I have often considered, but never wanted to confront. People don’t like truth. If any people hate truth more than anyone, it’s the police. I’ve never been shy about my stance regarding self-defense under any conditions. With the new tools Big Brother has such as Flock cameras to following the movements of individuals, this is even more exceptionally alarming.

However, while the statement “fuck around and find out” resonates deeply with me, it does not come with casual disregard for life. I have a brain, after all. I may not always use it before I say things, but that’s why I prefer to write. Even then, I’ll defer you to the First Amendment if what I write melts your sensitivities.

I’m highly introverted as a result of many years of trauma it would turn out (I wouldn’t suspect that surprises anyone in my audience, and it is certainly not a call or challenge for one-uppers or those in need of therapy). Being put on the spot does not lend itself to a shining moment for people like me—it’s overwhelming. So when the scene unfolded outside my home (four or five Gwinnett County Police cars flanking my house, along with a Georgia State Patrol vehicle, and officers moving in with precision—their positioning deliberate, almost SWAT-like)—my own sensitivities were a little triggered. It felt like my worst thoughts were becoming reality and this tactical show of force was designed to intimidate me into responding—in a predictable way, as I said I would many times before—you can imagine I was neither cordial nor graceful.

I don’t credit myself with thinking on my feet. I’m stubborn—especially when I know I’m right. But these henchmen put me on the spot, forcing me to think quickly about how I wanted to deal with their ambush.

Maybe I wanted to believe they had the wrong address (they’ve done that before!), because I truly could not think of one thing I had done to find myself surrounded on this scale. Maybe by the time they made their quick decision to tase me instead of shooting me, it was because they were starting to realize their role as pawns of something bigger—or maybe they thought I was too cute to kill—who knows? Yet I can’t help but wonder: how many others have fallen into their trap? How many acquaintances of mine are now ghosts because they didn’t fit the narrative?

Take Jason Patrick, for instance. Just ten days after my arrest, his life ended in a tragedy so haunting it feels impossible to ignore the connection. He reportedly jumped from an overpass, allegedly struck by multiple vehicles below. But those closest to Jason don’t believe the official story. Whispers of foul play and loose ends tied too neatly swirl in the shadows of his death.

What does this have to do with my arrest? Jason Patrick was in Oregon. I was in Georgia. Surely these are unrelated incidents. Or are they?

Jason’s death raises questions too big to dismiss: Was he silenced for knowing too much? Was his fate sealed by the same forces that came for me? Jason Patrick lived what could be called a vigilante life. He believed in the Constitution. He believed in justice. He believed in exposing corruption. And he practiced helping others in their time of need. There are many great things to say and that have been written about someone many refer to as a “patriot.” Sadly, there is more written about a man with the same name that the controlling forces refer to as a “terrorist.”

Jason and my history goes back to our work together for Zen In the Car—a blog platform hosted by Daniel Louis Crumpton out of Warner Robins, GA. We called JP our boots on the ground because he fearlessly entered any of our missions in the faces of those we alleged perpetrated the real crimes. Our front line man rushed to the scenes of the Bundy Ranch incident, the Oregon Wildlife Refuge takeover, among several other historical moments of our time. However, the spin on these stories portrays no hero. They weave the narrative of a villain for our nation.

He’s dead now and can’t deliver his side of the events that occurred that early morning. His death is as mysterious as he was, though, and I wonder if he knew it would leave us with this question, or if it truly is what many of us already think. The telling of his passing will unfortunately remain nothing more than a story of inconvenience on the highways and byways of Oregon—an attempt to minimize the greatness of a person who truly tried to make the world a better place. A world that will never know—and worse, think less of when they read the chronicle of the event from those who control the narrative.

Just How Deep We Go

Was I a failed attack? It wasn’t considered at the time until JP’s death came into question, but it has to be asked if we were meant to meet our demise to send a message—a warning to others?

To say the least, DLC, JP, and I were all very close at the time. And if ever one of us needed a message sent, it would be that we’d all one day be subjected to a threat. It is understood between us that those meant to bring about enlightenment and truly expose corruption will remain in the end. So maybe it was just his time, or maybe I didn’t go the way it was planned. Who knows?

Why should I suspect something like this at all? It’s hard to say coincidentally when you don’t believe in coincidences. I believe all things happen for a reason. I don’t believe that we all have a purpose. Some of you are just NPCs idly going about your day, caring only about that which immediately affects you. I’m not judging, just pointing out a fact. Nothing Crumpton or I are doing with our writing immediately affects you. It can, however.

I think it’s important to note that the loopholes leading to my arrest lie in the fact that in 2016 I pled no contest to a speeding ticket—I paid a fine, served some volunteer hours, and took a defensive driving course. When you do this, it actually opens the door for them to lose your paperwork and justify an arrest eight years later. I guess you could always go with ‘not guilty’ and make them work for their extortion, but I didn’t want the aggravation of that in 2016, and they made ‘no contest’ sound like a good option. Now you know. Take their time, make them spend the money.

What about Crumpton? Well, Crumpton is still hard at work exposing the corruption of the Warner Robins justice system—calling out local judges and sheriffs during election season. Coincidentally, Daniel took up this passion only a couple of months before a (corrupt) neighboring county’s police showed up at my door referencing an invisible warrant for my arrest.

It’s not far-fetched to believe that in the state of Georgia, sheriffs form acquaintanceships with other county sheriffs and police officers throughout. I would even venture to say that connections between agencies are not so unheard of that someone couldn’t have targeted JP after failing to check me off the list, knowing how close he and Daniel were.

The Burden of Proof: Calling All Hands

I’m left with a heavy truth, one that gnaws at the edges of reason: Did I escape their trap by sheer restraint? Did Jason Patrick truly take his own life, or was his death another story rewritten by silence? As I piece together these fragments of negligence, intimidation, and devastating loss, a clearer picture emerges—silence isn’t just complicity; it’s the soil in which corruption thrives.

Every unanswered email, avoided call, and missing piece of evidence isn’t merely negligence—it’s an indictment of a system engineered to bury the truth.

How long does it take to rewrite a narrative to justify the unjustifiable?

How many more ghosts will Gwinnett County’s henchmen create while hiding in the shadows?

Their silence may seem protective, but it’s only made their guilt more deafening. As they stall and spin, I’ll keep writing. Writing to honor Jason. Writing for myself. Writing for all the unseen, unheard, and unjustly silenced.

Because the truth? The truth doesn’t just speak—it roars. And it doesn’t stop until light shines on the last shadow of unexposed realism. As much as the evidence suggests a deliberate falsification of a warrant for my arrest, I must acknowledge the possibility of a mere clerical error. After all, even the most damning signs could be explained away. But just like any diligent investigator, I feel compelled to follow every lead to its logical end. So, regardless of whether I’m right or wrong, I’m putting this out there. If something foul happens down the road, at least it will have been said.

So I call on you: witnesses, survivors, anyone who’s walked this same road—find me. If there’s one of us, there are surely more. Together, we can unearth what’s been buried, demand accountability, and ensure that the ghosts start speaking.

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Georgia on a Witchhunt? Shocking Gwinnett Arrest Proves Georgia Targeting Moms

Hall Co. Buford, GA -- July 29, 2024. I have never been one to be kept in line. So when the sobering reminder that we must always be on guard showed up at my door on this Monday night--4-6 Gwinnett county police cruisers (no lights-no sirens) and a state patrol car parked in my driveway)--I didn't exactly show up ready for the foreshadowed fight ahead. Quite frankly, I left the gun in the nightstand, and my phone/camera on the kitchen table.  

A lot has changed for this writer since I last picked up the pen against the brutality of the police state. I divorced my then-husband,  rode the roller coaster of custody battles and dealt with DFCS (Dept of Family & Children), public schools, and courts for a variety of reasons -- but the most obvious and apparent of them being simply that I'm a good person. Georgia doesn't think so and has gone to great lengths with the employ of all the agencies at their disposal to try and prove it. Unfortunately, each time, they end up with egg on their face. They will again, but this is just the beginning of that chapter. 

Age and Wisdom be Damned! If Karma Doesn't Punch You in the Face, Know I Want to!

As a mother of three, my first and foremost duty is to protect my children from harm or peril. Most mothers understand this intense maternal instinct—an unspoken, relentless drive that compels us to shield our families from harm, no matter the sacrifice. It's a force that unites and empowers us all and can be used to keep us in line.

As a witch, the first dedication to my charge is to be a custodian of balance and harmony, using my knowledge and abilities to protect, heal, and promote positive energy. That may include rituals, spells, and other gestures of power and energy that some would consider ineffective--and we can debate that another time. 

In my thirty years as a practicing witch, embracing the wisdom and strength that come with this path can be rewarding and uplifting; but it can also be challenging. The label of "witch" carries the weight of misunderstanding and prejudice. Despite the love and protection I offer my family, society sometimes sees me through a lens tainted by ancient fears and modern ignorance. That's fine. To each their own. 

However, this is where the challenge comes in, because although I am recognized for my commitment to my path, I am constantly under fire, as if the forces that be want to test my dedication. Of course, as any logical person would do, the scale of response will generally take over to ensure confrontations are minimized to more necessary times. Like a bee protective of its stinger, I know what picking up the battle sword means for my well-being.

Unfortunately, it also lends to the misinterpretation of what exact measures I might take to defend my person, my beliefs, and my family. Let me be clear. I live in a stand-your-ground state, and when prompted by necessity, I will stand my ground. 

Single-mom-hood aside, the natural condition of any woman pushed to the edge by a society that has forgotten the true meaning of justice is one I couldn't think anyone would want to FAFO about. But queue Gwinnett County Police--it's not the first time they have been the subject matter of my content, and by the looks of it, this will not be the last.  

Echoes of the Past? The Matrix Says Corruption 

Flashback to fall 2016. I got a speeding ticket in Gwinnett County and was subjected to going to court about it. The judge must've had a vendetta against Caucasians, cops, speeders, or all of the above because he very biasedly accused the police of profiling an African American kid who was charged with some random traffic offense and additionally blasting "Fuck the police" through his stereo system. That kid was made to feel like a hero of the day, as the judge promised to get him wrapped up quickly. 

After emptying the courtroom of other victims of the state, I was finally called to stand. There was no mercy extended, no suggestion that the police were profiling me. No, in fact, I was instantly accused of being a negligent person who travels at triple digits everywhere I have to go and the judge had 'something for me' indicating a punishment so severe it begged for an explanation, but never got one. I paid a hefty fine, was "sentenced" to pick up trash on the side of the road for community service, and was required to attend driving school. I complied. I did everything they demanded and walked the paperwork right up the clerk windows for handoff once completed. Case closed, right? Wrong. Let's get back to Monday night, 2024. 

Do you remember that scene from The Matrix when Neo sees the deja vu of the cat, and everyone instantly knows something about the Matrix has been changed? Turns out there was a traitor among the heroes, and that's kind of how this was.

It had already been a long day. I'm a single mom working six jobs and I'm heading to the local grocery store at 6:17p.m. I have an easily triggered spite for driving in traffic, so I take some backroads that go by a prison. I would also take this road home to avoid the traffic trying to turn left onto the highway I live on from the typical, people-filled road. Little did I know, this simple act would trigger a series of events straight out of an Orwellian nightmare.

I get home, get groceries put away, and I'm about 5 minutes and a dog walk away from calling it a day when my otherwise quiet evening was shattered by the pounding of fists at my front door. I'm not expecting company and anyone I would expect knows to come to the back door (I have a silly phobia of front door interactions due to the facing the highway, so when the lock broke in the locked position years ago, I never bothered fixing it). A glance out the window showed five Gwinnett County Police cars, a Georgia State Patrol car,  and 3-4 cops surrounding my house. I'm immediately thinking: What the fuck is this? These fuckers are either lost or looking for a fight tonight.

Becoming Public Enemy Number One.

As noted earlier, I did not grab proper protection when I met them outside the backdoor. That's as much as I can equate to trying to keep my cool because I was not nice from the start when they questioned who I was. As many fights as I've picked and uncomfortable stops I've endured, this was by far the most excessive show of force directed at me that I've ever experienced. To say it was a bit overwhelming is an understatement. After a short squabble with Officer NSync about names, he tells me the whole unit is there to arrest me. 

Nope. I'm already triggered. More cops are swarming in and surrounding me. Those are not words you want to use around me, especially when I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that there is NO reason for Gwinnett to have a warrant for my arrest. In the most convoluted cop-jargon-filled way possible, the officer explains that my car tag was scanned on a FLOCK camera, and I popped up for a warrant. I take a seat on the stoup while I feel the clench in my chest, thoughts flood in every direction, and I have no clue what the heck the cop is going on about. A warrant? For what? Illegally scanned my tags? Why is Gwinnett in Hall County? Where's Hall County Sheriff on this? When did I go to Gwinnett today?

With four police in front of me, they tell me my 2016 speeding ticket that I had long put behind me wasn't satisfying enough on their end. They lost proof that I completed driving school. 8 years ago. Of course, they'll not confess they lost anything and it's my problem to deal with, now... eight years later, with not so much as a mailed letter from the county in all those years to say "hey, we don't have this." Is it any coincidence that I did a mass cleaning of documents and computer files at the beginning of this year due to storage capacity and verifying that all my stately contracts were fulfilled? When you get this far down their rabbit hole, you'd be surprised what you'll believe when it just lines up.

Everything I Need to Know About Police, I Learned From Police

Cops are the lowest forms of criminals on earth. They do everything criminals do, but they get away with it because there's an entire system built on extorting citizens that backs up these henchmen. There's only one truth about police, and that is: if their lips are moving, you can bet your ass you're being lied to. 

No warrant was shown. Officer Pedo-looking-motherfucker looking like he stepped right out of the 80s with his mustache and gut hanging over is to the side making threats about my need to cooperate, while Office Latin-Leguizamo is on the phone, "confirming" the warrant. "If it's confirmed, you're going to jail," he says as if he's doing me a favor for double-checking, or something? Where is a black cop to fill out this DEI convention?!

 I told them exactly what I thought about their overreach of authority, especially over a piece of paper from eight years ago. They didn't like my attitude. Surprise. And whatever authority was around at that hour of the evening signing off on warrants apparently didn't either and decided I was going to jail, or that's what Officer Latin-Leguizamo promised as he hung up his cellular device. 

The supposed confirmation came through, but I know it's beyond bullshit, and I'm counting the ways in my head when they moved to arrest me. The law states I have a right to stand my ground and defend myself against wrongful arrest. I'm outnumbered in this pickle, though, and these guys can simply go fuck themselves in my mind if they're not going to listen to why they're wrong. I get up and turn to go back inside. They charge at me, taze me in the back, and tackle me down, now inside the doorway over my home. Yes, you read that right. They tased me over a piece of paper from 8 years ago. I presume my adrenaline is up because I only feel a pinch. 

As we're all on the ground, and me possibly sitting on other cops in my doorway (I really don't recall because I became fixated on one of them), I hear my daughter and dogs behind us in the kitchen. Compliance is not an option at this point. The matrix just changed to give these agents the upper hand. One of the officers has me by the forearm, and that's the only one I'm focused on. 'Get out of my house, don't scare my dogs, I'll comply.' He doesn't get up. Cops don't like being told what to do, go figure. I make it clear he's a threat to my dogs (one is a protective pitbull). I tell my daughter to take the dogs to her room and lock the door and I can't see her, but I presume she has the dogs by the collar. 

We sit there still on the floor inside my doorway--A/C freely cooling the outer world like I'm made of money and these kids were born in a barn. I repeat to the cop to not scare my dogs, and that I'll comply if we go back outside--him saying things like "don't resist" although there's absolutely no resistance. We're all literally there trying to figure out how to maneuver out of this position without losing our hand of advantage. There's none for me with four cops grappling me. 

We get up and I'm pushed outside while they cuff me too tightly. They have no clue about dealing with someone who has anxiety and panic attacks, but I'm trying at this point to keep my mental together. It's pissing off Officer Latin-Leguizamo that I won't just sit on his hood. I want to pummel every one of them for their ignorance and lies and the jeopardy it was putting me in. For the past crimes carried out under the umbrella of protection police walk with--the blue code of justice. And what was my crime? Whose vendetta was this really? 

No female officer present. No Miranda rights read. No Hall County Sheriff presence. No warrant present--because no warrant ever existed. 

EMS came and checked me over despite my refusal. A protocol because the officer shot me in the back with a taser. I guess I should be grateful he pulled the non-lethal weapon considering the stories I have covered. Another officer also caught taser. Literally, he caught it in the finger. Karma, if you ask me, and I hope he had to write a long report. 

I was put into the backseat of a cruiser and carted off to Gwinnett County Jail.

But Wait! There's More!

It was going to be a long night, and it would begin with the quietest car ride to jail.  And not to breeze over the facilities and friends I made, but my cash bond was set for $400. Yep, cash bond. More paper for them to lose. My parents, bless them, arrived with cash at 2:15 AM to bail me out. But because the police found me "a bit mouthy" on arrival, they made my parents wait over two hours before releasing me. I made sure everyone was aware of the reason I was locked up. I wanted that to stew in their minds about how they locked up a single mother over a certificate of completion for driving school from 8 years ago. The wheels were spinning in some of them, but the point was not making it through. They took my money and released me around 4:20a.m.  

The next day is hell after having been up for 30 hours straight. We realize I never received any details about my court date, so we call Gwinnett to find out more. "Renee" informs me that I didn't pay a bond at all, I actually paid a fee, and there is no court date.  What fuckery is this? Now it's just a fine?! After a thorough reflection of eight years of police interaction (more than a dozen stops for random infractions from speeding to the pink lights that can't be on my car), including multiple background checks, involvement with another county search and rescue team where my background and discovery for any warrants was conducted; AND an investigation by DFCS, there's no way a warrant on my record went undiscovered for 8 years. It outright didn't exist before Monday night, and the police didn't just decide after 8 years to come knock on my door about it. I have been living at this address the entire time. It's not like they couldn't have come before 8 years. I had driven up the local road many times before, and never had a FLOCK camera pop my tag. 

Contacting a lawyer was enlightening as one of them told me the warrant was still open. I could be arrested again at any time for the SAME unreal warrant. He provided the information for contacting the Clerk of Courts who further tried to milk me for more money by suggesting I could go back to driving school, or come down and talk to the judge (drive through the gauntlet of Gwinnett for round 2? I'm good, thanks!). I also contacted the school I attended who informed me that they don't keep records past five years. So to add fuel to this fire, the county falsified a warrant to come after me for a crime that THEY had no way of proving against me. I guess they also forgot that the burden of proof is on them, and I have two witnesses who can testify to my having completed the sentencing issued by our racial judge. 

This brings us to day 2 of the ticking clock in which Gwinnett and Hall County have left to respond to my open records request. I am, stressed beyond explanation. Anxious. Terrified to leave my house. My likeness can be tracked on cameras across the state. My car tag could be scanned by cameras and cops for no reason, and I could be kidnapped by the police and extorted all over again. 

Legally, I could fight back--to the death. As a mom, though, my first duty is to protect my family. And that means complying with these henchmen, even when I know they're wrong despite my right to stand my ground in the State of Georgia. This is also the reality of living in a surveillance state--a brewing war between real good and evil. Where your every move can be tracked, and a simple trip to the store can turn into a nightmare and lifelong trauma. This is the future, folks. This is Big Brother right at our doorstep. This mother witch knows that the fight against such insidious evil requires both mystical and practical action. I stand ready to challenge the system, to confront injustice with not only the power of my will but also the strength of my voice and unwavering resolve. 

Are you ready for this? For your sake, I hope all your past tickets are in order. 

More to come as this story develops.

Citizens in Officer's Shoes

In light of the recent travesties circulating in the media regarding the Ferguson, MO case, and after heavy amounts of consideration as to the response (if any) Divine America would take; I thought it necessary to clarify the position and ideas supported here. In particular, and as a multi-topic blog, clarification needed to be made as to the awareness of and position on law enforcement officers (LEO), human rights, and the rise of the police state, and how it could potentially be fixed—for lack of a better word.

As more lights are shined on incidents involving people being shot by police, it may often appear that there is only a negative perspective held against officers of the state. People have themselves convinced that EVERY person in a leading seat and every LEO behind the badge is corrupt.

Clearly, this is not the case. Just as in any other group or society, there are good and bad people. As the author here, I can tell you that any time there is an opportunity to shine a positive light on individuals in these positions, I want to share it. Because there actually are some very honorable, committed, and compassionate heroes among them. While I do this personally, the site may have been neglected to express these ideas. That sort of news does not travel far in our world of drama and hate-lovers. If you have those stories, drop them on us! J

Divine’s purpose is to expose those who pervert and abuse the authorities entrusted unto them; see them held accountable for their actions; and replaced with individuals who have read, understand, and believe in the constitution.

It is unfortunate at times that even we collectivize the entire organization (even across the globe) that is the police force. We do have the clear understanding for the “good-cop” “bad-cop” distinctions, but on the other hand, there’s many among those “good-cops” who are “guilty” of silence. They allow the perversion of their unit by maintaining a code of silence to protect these “bad-cops” or their jobs.

Which brings us to that.

This is a job to some. Think about that. What is a job to you? It’s something I have to do to support my family and lifestyle. Right? I may enjoy it, I may not, but I definitely need to keep it—especially in this economy.

Here’s what “I’m just doing my job” means:

I did not become an officer because I believe in the constitution, and I don’t have passion for what the original job entailed.

Simply put, if you didn’t join the ranks of an officer to serve and protect people, then being an officer probably isn’t the right “job” for you. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all who step up to take the position, but it’s a difficult job. It’s made more difficult by the unconstitutional things officers are forced to do when they’re just doing their “job.” No one denies that. But, it requires mental and physical fortitude, sometimes beyond imaginable to the average person. More importantly, it requires compassion for the people you’re supposed to be protecting and serving.

During the Ferguson situation (which I didn’t want to weigh in on, but I see that I had to), we heard officers refer to people as “animals.” Agree or not, police were meant to serve and protect. With that polluted mentality and perception of people, it’s likely that officer approaches all situations similarly: negatively.

Believe it or not, those thoughts really do create vibrations that are received by frequencies many aren’t even aware they’re receptive to. When these vibrations are picked up by the receiver, situations are escalated. It’s a contributive of such things as PTSD. But we can talk about that another time.

It’s also relative to why the local military formerly known as police suddenly went from being protective servants of the people to being law enforcers of the state. Somewhere along the road people stopped being

responsible for the protecting of their own communities and human rights. At some point, we decided we decided we could pay someone else to do the dirty job of cleaning up our streets, and guaranteeing our personal safety. All we had to do was comply with the very laws we demanded to “protect” people from themselves and others. The rest of us could rest easy because we now had employees on the job.

But then it became necessary to implement all kinds of rules, and slowly our rights started dwindling away.

Now, the badge has become synonymous with being a member of the largest association of organized crime. We have LEOs that violate their oath, engage in crime, and allow themselves to be used as the Federal Reserve’s personal army.

Unfortunately, as more stories of police brutality rise, so does the occasions of non-compliance. And many don’t end well for either side.

But in most cases, the police are provided the advantage of military weapons and vehicles; presumably because our streets are so overrun with soldiers and warfare.

Right. I’m not convinced that these things are necessary for service and protection. Oh wait! That’s right, there’s that pesky “war on drugs” being fought in nearly every city in the world, right? Sometimes at the wrong house, but that’s neither here nor there, because officers are now equipped for that war and ANY others that may arise.

You know, like the riots that went on in Ferguson while police were busy gassing reporters and legitimate protestors. Interesting strategy, but we’ll just say that whole situation is a mess that was sensationalized, and made all involved and participating look like a bunch of jackasses (and that’s being polite). Sadly, it’s still going on.

We are literally watching the roll out of their master plan for when the liberty movement ever decides to unite on a common ground. “Laws” will be enforced by officers in battle rattle and rolling with MRAPs, ARs, and a variety of explosive devices, because in the end they have a job to do. It’s the job we the people paid them

to do because we didn’t want the responsibility of doing it ourselves. We  want them to do it. To save us from the “bad-guy.” Even if it means we may be mistaken for the bad guy. Right?

No, Divine America is not anti-police. But she is for community involvement, policing the police, and seeing better training being given to those who are supposed to be serving and protecting. 

Abnormal Norms Among Police: The Blue Code of Silence

Morals and ethics exist in us all. However, the influence of these morals and ethics may be based upon religious beliefs, law, common sense, culture, or the personal opinions of others. This variety of influence is what leads to the rise of ethical relativism: a theory which indicates that the rules of morals and ethics are virtually undefined. Instead, the concepts of ethical relativism reason that the variances of morals from culture to culture and person to person are based on the majority rule and what is considered to be normal within the society.

We've talked about this before in terms of mob rule laws and personal responsibility. To further demonstrate this theory in terms that may matter more to this audience, I will use the current corrupted state of affairs among police officers.

A few stories have already been highlighted by Divine America with regards to the unjust privileges bestowed upon those who wear the badge. At this time, the idea of law enforcement is synonymous with corruption. More and more, we are witnessing not singular acts by individual police, but a trend in the job description whereby the majority of all officers are either guilty of the action, or guilty of inaction. Quite surprisingly, police corruption is wide spread- not  only through America - but among foreign nations as well. It goes without saying that the majority of civilian people expect corruption of all sorts from authority figures.

While this is the norm for police officials in many foreign nations, I would point out that so is civilian brutality of the police. Yea, in other countries, people police their police. Some countries. Not all. See for yourself.

Police departments of America have a subculture of their own in which a secret code known as the Blue Code of Silence defines the normalcy of this renegade behavior. The Blue Code of Silence is the unwritten rule among police that prohibits officers from reporting the wrong doings of fellow officers. This code forgives an officer’s looking the other way while behavior unbecoming of a police officer is conducted (Meade, 2011). 

Arguably, the “Blue Shield,” to which it is also commonly referred, was secretly designed to allow officers to carry out “justice” without risk. In most cases, officers would knowingly support false testimony, induce false confessions, or cover up brutality in order to convict known felons, convey the appearance of justice, or avoid demerit (Raab, 1993).  While this apparently typical behavior is not one in which the civilian public may agree with, it is certainly proven to be the accepted behavior among a multitude of police departments across America. In fact, several police chiefs across the nation have been found guilty of hiring officers based on the likeliness of their condoning and partaking in this behavior (Raab, 1993).

Depending on who you ask, the idea of the normality of this immoral act is one which is both encouraged and chastised. Those who accept this behavior as normal and acceptable are generally those who expect justice at any cost. In fact, these people would rather see someone punished for a crime over no one. In most cases, these people may not care for the truth in the case so much as they care for the appearance of a solved case. After all, a solved crime means fewer criminals on the street. These are the very people who will argue that the police have a difficult job.

Well, people don't like being extorted. Imagine, if police didn't extort people, how much easier their job would be. Imagine, if police actually "served" and "protected" instead of just enforced the [unconstitutional] laws, how much less dangerous their job would be. So yes, their job is dangerous, but it doesn't have to be as dangerous as it is.

Others feel as though police officers should exemplify the most moral, ethical, and integral people of a society; in which case, the waiving of their integrity is shameful no matter what it accomplishes (Ezeikiel, 2007). Interestingly enough, these officers are intended to be servants of the people - essentially hired for the people by....not the people? I don't know about you, but I've never had the opportunity to interview any of the officers that sought a position protecting me. Perhaps we the people should be part of that. It would give us the opportunity to inquire exactly how the individual intends to uphold the constitution.

But, that's all responsibility. And when we fail to take it, we get officers with mindsets, like this fine upstanding and protected officer of law, who thinks people mad over a murder makes them the animals. And I digress. Sorry. 

Unfortunately, more and more we are seeing the Blue Code of Silence used to protect officers while taking part in crimes that are only a means of benefit to themselves. Without a doubt, there is a certain heightened ability to “get away” with crime when you are on the staff of those who are intended to "war against" crime. When police officers use their authoritative position to engage in drug deals and protection scandals there ceases to be any appearances of justice (Ezeikiel, 2007).

Because the nature of their corruption can put "bad guys" where they belong and be used to satisfy personal gains, corruption in police officers can be viewed as bad and good. There is no simple good or bad answer, which is the same idea behind ethical relativism: what is moral to some is immoral to others (Rosenstand, 2011). The fortunate knowledge in this case is that the majority will always believe that corruption in police is unacceptable. However, when the corrupt behavior serves its intended purpose of locking up bad guys, it is more readily accepted or overlooked even by the majority society.

In America, ethical relativism makes great impacts on law, voting, education, and much more within a community. For instance, since the inception of the United States people from various countries have flocked here. With them they brought many things, but more importantly, brought their cultural morals. For this reason, America has had to establish a standard of ethical living, and in most cases, a law to protect the majority opinion of morals and ethics.

 For example, in cultures outside of America, the act of honor-killing is perceived as the right of a family to kill another family member who has brought dishonor to the family (Shingledecker, 2012). There exists today a large amount of stories in American news like the one of Noor al-Maleki, whose father ran her down in his jeep, killing her as a means of restoring honor to his family. Though this behavior was acceptable to his Muslim community, it was not acceptable by American cultural standard, and Faleh al-Maleki, father of the victim was sentenced to life in prison (Labi, 2011).

However, as we see more and more foreign movement to America, these very standards are being threatened. I would say this is a digression of our topic, but seeing as how those with a badge are already getting away with such crimes, I wonder how truly close we are to the society controlled entirely by vicious killers with the manpower (and artillery) to accomplish their mission.

Unfortunately, ethical relativism still demands that people formulate a side of moral standards to which they should adhere. I think most of this audience would agree that officers of the state at all levels should be held accountable for their actions, just as any citizen would. After all, not even someone wearing a badge is above the law.

Sites such as PoliceWatch.us and CopBlock on Facebook, are designed to bring attention to the corrupt activities of police; but are quickly shut down and what information they put out still provides no means of preventing the behavior.

In order to stop the rise of the police state, the citizens must take action to get these officers in line. It is our duty to remind them what taking an oath is about. Acting in a legally protected manner to bring attention to the inappropriate conduct of law enforcement officers, the people can bring justice where it needs to be placed - even if that means arresting an officer of the law. When we stop turning a blind eye to the problems, they might actually get fixed, and our nation is in great need of repair these days.

The ideas of ethical relativism provide an easy excuse for people to ignore moral issues that may not immediately affect them. In America, we may ignore immoral actions if they do not break the law, or if they do not directly involve ourselves. Ethical relativism is not a solution to limiting or preventing unethical behavior. It is a validation for turning a blind eye to behavior that is considered inappropriate by those who have slightly more integrity. However, silence is just an unforgiving. As long as officers of the law are responsible for policing their own actions, and protected by the shield, they will remain the largest known organization of crime; and we the people will continue to be extorted for whatever reasons they deem worthy.

"Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?" Will you say, "No, thank you," and risk life and limb for what you believe in? Or, will you uphold the traditions of servitude?

Ezeikiel. (2007). The Fraternity that is "The Blue Wall." Police Watch. Retrieved from http://policewatch.us/system/page.php?id=331

Labi, N. (2011). An American Honor Killing: One Victim's Story. Time US. Retrieved from http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2055445,00.html

Meade, T. (2011). NYPD’s “Blue Code of Silence” Screams Injustice & Prejudice. HBC Buzz. Retrieved from http://hbcubuzz.com/nypds-blue-code-of-silence-screams-injustice-prejudice/

Raab, S. (1993). The Dark Blue Code of Silence. The New York Times. Retrieved from http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/02/08/home/15700.html

Rosenstand, N. (2011). The Moral of the Story. San Diego Mesa College. The McGraw Hill Companies

Will Blue "Help" You?

To those of you following the Roots of Damnation series, please forgive my interrupting the thread; however, I did recently receive notification of something that required immediate attention. As lovers of liberty, I knew there'd be no better audience to help me get the message out there, that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

It's unfortunate that I have to admit that it takes people being personally affected before they will do ANYTHING.  Perhaps that's why this took precedence over the series. Because this time, the violation of liberty came too close to home.

As a contributor to other sites, and a believer in the mission of unity across the nation, I often find myself working with teams of people. The people become like family - open to the ugly things about one another without the harsh criticism because some cosmic  or blood-like bond shared. How would you feel if the members of your team or the extension of their ACTUAL family came under attack from the very things you speak against?

Here's the story. Read it, cause from here out, I'm assuming you did. ;)

The woman in the story happens to be a team member's cousin. Poetic isn't it? Now, that wasn't the only reason for my involvement in this case. Previously, the team and I put Henry County PD under the spotlight for pulling firearms on little boys for building tree houses. It seemed it was time to look deeper into the department.

 Here's the media release Henry County Police Department released in regards to this case

As a member of The Fight for Freedom Never Sleeps team, this was looking to be another mission for Operation Simple Request (OSR). Further research was conducted to determine the validity of the situation. 

Per the instructions of OSR, evidence was obtained that painted a clearer picture--not only of what's going on in Henry County, but the state of affairs across the nation. 

Listen closely to the calls for help Lori Knowles makes to the only people she KNOWS can be there in minutes to HELP her. 

Henry County Police Department identified the call of Lori Knowles as a "911 Hang Up - Unknown Trouble." After multiple failed attempts to communicate her request for help for a possible overdose of medication, the dispatcher assumes the problem and reason for the call.
In less than an hour, Henry County Police Officers would forcefully enter the home of Lori Knowles, determine her as the threat, and open fire on the woman; ultimately leading to her death. 

I can clearly hear the woman beg for help in the first call, but let's see how her second attempt went.

In this second call to police, Lori Knowles can again be clearly heard as she states her condition of being overdosed on a medication. This dispatcher attempts to calm Lori in order to discover the root of her call. In a defeated breath, Lori once again indicates a medical problem before being disconnected. 

I'm not going to tell you what to believe. No one can do that. But I will tell you this: the "HELP" for Lori, indicates the situation started at 4:11 pm. After a 15 minute ride to the hospital (20minutes for the average person, but we're assuming she had an ambulance), she was pronounced dead at 5:27pm.

What this means is that people are liabilities. Police don't have time to spend more than an hour with you, before deciding, you're expendable. The dispatch certainly didn't aid by interrupting the woman - but I'm not the expert in communicating with overdose patients, so maybe that IS just the way it's done.

But as if that were not enough, get ready for the real tear jerker. Listen as Mr. Knowles makes an attempt to COMMUNICATE with officers.

Listen as dispatch prepares to handle the arrival of  Lori's husband on the scene where his wife is attacked by officers. Listen as he begs dispatch to tell officers not to hurt his wife, all the while wondering if it's too late. 

Why does this matter to you? Like I said before, these are NO LONGER isolated incidents. These crimes against humanity, against the OATH TAKEN BY OFFICERS, has gone on far too long. There's a growing list of people who've been assaulted by "officers of the LAW" in the name of SERVICE and PROTECTION. 

There is something that can be done to bring misconduct like this to an end, but it starts with policing the police. We - THE CITIZENS  of the state - can see to it that these officers be held accountable for their crimes in the same manner citizens are subjected; and we can see to it that justice be served to those who TRULY are servants to the people, and no more above the law than the citizens they claim to protect.

You can shine a spotlight on this crime and many others like it, being perpetrated by the state's mafia, by checking out Operation Simple Request on Facebook. In the meantime, don't forget to let Henry County PD know what you think about their service and protection by leaving a review here.