

### Device, Inc.

### Published By R. L. Worthon, Jr.  
Copyright 2015 R. L. Worthon, Jr.  
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### Table of contents

Introduction **  
**Chapter-1 Sex Slaves, Part-1  
Chapter-2 Slaves, Part-2  
Chapter-3 Tricks of the Trade  
Chapter-4 People for Profit  
Chapter-5 Hard Work and No Appreciation  
Chapter-6 Freddie Wolff Speaks[  
Chapter-7 'Racist I'm Not'](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Racist)[  
Chapter-8 How the Borders are Breached, Part-1](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#How)[  
Chapter-9 Borders are Breached, Part-2](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Borders)[  
Chapter-10 Advocates of Injustice](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Advocates)[  
Chapter-11 Man from Honduras](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Man)[  
Chapter-12 Yuan-Renminbi Speaks](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Yuan)[  
Chapter-13 Souls of Sell-Outs](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Souls)[  
Chapter-14 False Misconceptions](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#False)[  
Chapter-15 Greed Often Rules](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Greed)[  
Chapter-16 Two Roads-One Way](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Two)[  
Chapter-17 Dividing Families](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Dividing)[  
Chapter-18 Selected Corruption](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Selected)[  
Chapter-19 Money Changers](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Money)[  
Chapter-20 One Life to Breed](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#One)[  
Chapter-21 Tide Shifts](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Tide)[  
Chapter-22 Foreign Nightmares](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Foreign)[  
Chapter-23 Three Blind Mice](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Three)[  
Chapter-24 Inquiry into Emotions](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Inquiry)[  
Chapter-25 Due Process Denied](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#DUE)[  
Chapter-26 Penalties of Vice](tmp_e36bc8faf49719b816a360db1ba754af_XZGdqJ.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed_split_001.html#Penalties)

Introduction

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

The name of the company Device, Inc. and the town called Littleton, are both fictitious, so is every name mentioned in this book by no means will I reveal or breach the confidential agreements made to any party, citizen, law enforcement, or aliens who provided me with first hand knowledge of events, the injustices, the crimes committed or any incident that occurred at their place of employment that law enforcement does not already know of...

Imagine if you will waking up out of bed at five every morning, Monday through Friday, once that screeching alarm sounds, while walking you yearn-half awoke and staggering to the restroom. That very first glance into the hanging mirror on the wall forces you to realize that a living hell is near.

A fifteen minute drive seems like forever, you arrive at work on time, and the moment you punch in, six juvenile females have just been raped, 20 kilograms of cocaine has just rolled by on an open push cart, and 50 illegal workers have just paid over $1,000.00 each for fake driver's licenses in just thirty five seconds on the job. Enclosed you will find what many of my co-workers experienced on a daily basis. Many were manipulated, coerced to lie to police and other officials, placed under ultimate mind-control, participated in criminal fraud, corruption, and even prostitution was all common practice at Device, Inc.

Yes! This book will reveal how upper and lower management staff imposed their cruel wills upon women, juveniles, the elderly, disable as well as illegal workers and other minorities. Once an illegal immigrant has been robbed or tortured, or raped, to whom would they report the crime? Where would they find justice? Which law firm would represent indigent-illegal workers?

Who's going to care for her children once she's arrested for reporting a rape, while illegally residing in America? Hold on! That's not going to happen and the perpetrators, rapists, and perverts already know that to be fact. A great-white shark will leap out of the deep blue sea and walk on the crystal sands on the beach of Saint Martin with a Cuban cigar attached to its fin before an illegal alien reports that they have been a victim of a crime to the police. Now you the reader-think about it!

Take a break and travel down to the American/Mexican Borders and witness for yourselves how easily it is for anyone to cross or re-cross more than once while the same patrol-shift is on duty. American citizens should be deep concern about terrorists, drug cartel members and other violent hoodlums inviting themselves in with little or no resistance at all. Also you will openly observe thousands of children abandoned at every port of entry (62 known) it's an agonizing cloud, a dolefulness mist, and a heavy scent of sadness hovering over the entire area in which no one is immune. It's a place where at any given time of the day corpses litter the valley and if you happen to touch one-you will own it possibly with a long prison sentence or with your life.

There's a lot going on with a dead body in the desert or valley, either the person died naturally for some reason, or was killed, or being brutally returned to a warring party, or the body is stuffed with drugs waiting on a pick up and the beat goes on its best to mind your own business and move along your way alive.

Although the events, stories, testimonies, and criminal activities are true, I have been moved to reference this piece as political fiction and reserving all rights, informing the entire world that slavery still exist.

Whenever a meat packing plant or assembly plant are raided the local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies make hundreds of arrest and 99% of the time illegal immigrants are the main targets. Only on rare occasions one will witness upper and lower case management staff facing criminal charges and escorted off in hand cuffs. Likewise you won't hear about a drug or weapons seizure in the media even though it occurs in 1 out of every 3 raids.

It's all elementary! By the time big business, elected officials, local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies finish cutting under the table plea deals, glow in the dark negotiations, stuff off-shore accounts with bloody bribes to the brim, pocket kick backs and pay off other high ranking officials only the illegal immigrants will appear to be the master minds of breaking the law instead of being the actual victims.

Tax paying citizens should be concern that their elective officials are allowing big business to have a free hand in smuggling, harboring, and aiding illegal immigrants to walk into American cities at will and set up slave shops without a challenge from legal authorities. The police are willing to uphold the law, but politics are far from the law. If you desire to know all the facts on U. S. raids on big business goggle 'Raids' there you will find the facts to this shaky policy on immigration.

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled or cross the borders, remain in the United States of America,  
and are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with health and The States of America social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

CHAPTER ONE  
. Sex slaves part-1

It's Monday morning in the town of Littleton, U. S. A, around 7:30 a.m. and as usual the daily staff meeting had just concluded. The big wigs stampeded out of the conference room like a pack of wild wolves, among them was one Alexis Patton, the company's shift manager who was frantically high stepping, her heels clacked upon the marble tile like a horse on an afternoon stroll, she was on her way towards line-5 on the production floor with a purpose.

At a science, line-5 was predetermined and loaded with African American males that attracted not only Alexis, but other females as well. Miss Patton needed her daily hit of Mandingo Warrior meat, barreling through and pushing employees aside as if she-herself were a lioness, in the dense brush, roaming near the upper Niger valley for her next meal.

My home-boy, Lou Brewer worked on line-5. A young-good looking black brother in his early twenties was like gold to some women in this town. At any given time, Alexis would routinely escort Lou to the rear staff offices to work on priority orders according to company policy, but really those well furnished rooms were used specifically to quench the unbridled sexual desires of the powers that be.

Today, I decided to do a little private investigation work of my own, so I waited approximately two and a half minutes, more like two, then I systematically eased my way back towards the rear offices and witness first hand for myself what was really shaking back there. I slowly opened the entrance door without making a sound, ease my way down the hall and in the very first office, as sure as bullshit stank, Lou had that nasty-neck bitch, Alexis bent with her wings spread open over the top of an expensive maple wood desk. All you could hear was her ass screaming in passion, "Harder baby! Harder!" and the popping of her soaking wet pussy farting each time Lou's big black ass cock made the in-stroke motion, back out, a deeper in-stroke again like steel pistons in a 350 Chevy Impala engine.

I knew that white bitch was a super freak. It was written all across her replacement lips. She still had on her tiny purple thongs which were pulled to the side and dripping with warm man cream.

"Fuck my tight white pussy, nigger! Fuck it, with that big black dick!" She demanded. Lou said absolutely nothing at all. He obeyed her orders like a 1750 plantation slave. "Spank it! Pound that naughty-little heifer!" She ordered in intense and paroxysmal excitement. Then it happen at the same time they both exploded with discharges of ejaculations of semen on Lou's part it squirted all over her butt, hair and back. Alexis went into a deranged fit having continuous vaginal contractions escorted with loud out bursts. Lou then whispered, "Yeah, Baby! That's my sweet snowflake!" He said this repeatedly in a low keyed-tone of voice as if rehearsed.

I stood there hiding like a thief, while at the same time patrolling the hallway with my eyes like a spy just in case another big wig pervert went fishing off the lines for a chick or some more dick.

I thought the coast was clear to make my move and escape without being notice. But Alexis suggested that Lou fuck her in the ass. "Put it in my ass." She directed him in a low sexy voice. And without hesitation Lou erected dick slid straight into her already lubed-up asshole with a show of force and authority. I got turned on myself watching my buddy fuck the shit out of this dirty bitch.

My dick wasn't that big, but for a white boy, it's a pretty good size to claim some bragging rights. I stood there jagging it off. On a scale from one to ten, Alexis body itself stood in the solid ten plus range. Her face and personality ran neck and neck at one and three-quarters. You bet! That bitch was ugly. I got it done with a splash.

Suddenly, I heard noises coming from another office, so I crept slowly in that direction, barely getting away from Lou noticing me. It was Sofia Sanchez who worked on line-3, mostly mixed with Spanish speaking individuals from different countries. The shades in the office were down, no one could see in or out, and that's because the illegal workers cleaned the entire building, as well as being paranoid of immigration officers they never raised the blinds anywhere in the building.

There she was I a colorful flower dress which nearly scraped the floor, tight enough to see her perfectly shape apple bottom wiggling as she walked. It was raise up to her hips as she sat on Aspen's lap, another brutal crew leader, exposing her ass while bouncing up and down on his white cock. Cream was running out her pussy as he forced her body in motion. Sofia who spoke good English claimed to be a new born Christian. She was married once.

A year ago her American husband, Howard went down to South America in hopes to smuggle her younger brother back across the border, but that plan failed, because it turned out that was her first husband and they were still married. Rumors had it that some where between the dessert and San Diego Howard disappeared and was never seen again.

Meanwhile everyone expected a young kid to return, but instead her husband showed up out of no where with their son so that took suspicion off the couple. Months ago, large passenger vans popped up and dropped off hundreds of illegal workers, mostly females and a few younger men. Many of the new arrivals appeared to be under eighteen years of age. Sofia never showed any grief for lost of her American hubby and simply transformed into one of the town's favorite hood-rats.

Benny Miller was a 32 year old punk, another crew leader in lines-4 and 5, who had his hands stained behind the ravishing of illegal female workers to say the least. He grinded up against a new arrival ushering her body into the back offices with a demoniac grin pasted across his face. I dashed into the next room just in time, because Aspen being the company thug thought a violator (employee) entered the offices. He tossed Sofia's ass to the floor. He peek his head out the door and met eye contact with his buddy, Ben then he went back to polishing Sofia's ass. Ben threw the young worker on the sofa and raped her for hours. I return to the lines emotionally disturbed and stung.

Meanwhile, 25 year old Saundra Chase the eldest daughter of Chase, Jr. who was the CEO of Device Inc. was on her way to the back offices with a few new arrivals as I approached the lines. Saundra came out the closet like a vampire at midnight seeking thirsting for blood. Saundra desires young female bush, fresh off the charge and wasn't taken no for an answer. Anyway, Saundra was the head of shipping and receiving which was line-3 and she also was the primary supervisor of line-1. Every employee working in her department (line-3 only) was under the age of 21 and all illegal female workers.

No other department had a dress code, but hers. She insisted by the threat of deportation that the young ladies wear tight leggings which revealed the exact size of their v-shape camel toes, T-shirts with the company logo between their nipples and firm instructions to change at work, after work and not to wear bras during work.

Device, Inc. was an electronic assembly plant that also provided spare parts and service calls. In last then 6 months the company went from a respectable business to a low down and dirty smut shop, just after the death of it's original owner Mr. William Chase, Sr. As the weeks continue to pass the white girls on line-1 feasted on the black guys on line-5, whether they had a wife or sufficient other, refusing to submit to their lustful desires meant automatic termination. There were a few brave ones who later regretted their decisions to quit, but by that time they were starved out, homeless and simply ran out of town.

CHAPTER TWO  
Slaves part-2.......

Out of all the lines, line-1 was considered the best. Therefore, everyday, three hours before the shift would end, Alexis, Kurt, Ben and Aspen pulled the best from each line and stationed them all on line-1 assuring that, that line would finish with 100% productivity for that day.

Kurt fielder age 42, was General manager of the plant. A big fat-head, balding jack ass that stood six foot four, weighing in at nearly 300lbs. and the ring leader of most of the barbaric acts at Device, Inc. Everyday he marched around like Adolph Hitler. he would rise his voice like the incredible hulk and never spoke to anyone that was not white with the exception of Gracie Cooper, an elderly black lady who worked with Chase, Sr., at his home and the first to operate the technical features on equipment in line-5.

Again, line-1 ironically was made up of all white line mostly made up of young blondes send text messages, single women talking on cell phones and a few young white males playing video games on their tablets. Kurt would stop by laughing, playing and shooting the breeze as if he was good-old St. Nick. Secretly, Kurt would invite a large group of employees to mix with his rich friends at weekend parties.

Vera Aims was a cool co-worker to work with on the lines. She informed me that the parties were no where near entertainment, in fact she stated, "Kurt used any employee he could to prostitute them off to his rich friends, even men." Wow that caught me by surprise. She was a very attractive female to be thirty years of age and could pass for eighteen even on a bad hair day without make up. Vera open up one afternoon over a hot cup of coffee, revealing a dark event at one of Kurt's parties that broke her spirit in half as she informed me that she was gang rape one night.

Vera went along unaware that she and a few others were the main course on the menu that night. She stated that as soon as she arrived, Kurt was the first person that she saw. He was pointing at her surrounded by five other men whom she never met. She ignored the rude gesture and him and went on to mingle with other employees for the next few hours.

Then two unknown women who she did not know approached her and asked if she could help the ladies out in the kitchen. Vera hesitated briefly, but shortly agreed and the two led her straight into the house. One of the women disappeared without notice. The other woman instructed Vera to follow her and Vera complied as they continued to walk down a massive corridor then took a right turn into a room. The lady allowed Vera to enter the room first and without warning the lady slammed the door shut behind Vera who immediately turned around. Soft jazz music began to play. She grabbed the door knob in hopes of opening it, but it was dead locked.

Vera was horrified and started screaming at the top of her lungs and likewise the volume went up as the music played. Once she calmed down a deep voice spoke. "It will do you no good my precious flower to yell, no one can hear you. This is a sound proof room."

Suddenly, one man after another appeared nearly half naked with a drink and cigar in their hands out of closets, sliding hidden compartments and the restroom. Vera broke down in tears pleading for mercy and to be released. Next she stated she felt a hand grip her neck from behind, tightly and then she fainted. Once she regained consciousness she said two men had her sandwiched, rough housing her rapidly. They were cock fighting. She went into shock drifting in and out of consciousness several times. Vera said when she awoke sore, bleeding and in shame the door was open. She was alone. People were staring as they pass by the door.

Vera could barely walk, but somehow manage to put her clothes on and ran out of the house. The two women that escorted her to a hellish ordeal stood by the front door grinning from ear to ear. She ignored them and rushed down the driveway towards her car. She noticed a young man in the fetus position by her car and it didn't take her long to figure out that he had been raped as well. After wrapping him in a blanket and helping him into her car. But before she could drive off Kurt opened the passenger's side door and gave her a stern warning. "Vera, you are a smart girl. You have two small children to provide for at home to think about and you most definitely need your job in this town." She said she was shaking her ass off and scared. The young man just hid his face inside the blanket. "Be wise bitch and keep your fucking mouth shut!" He demanded and slammed the door smiling as he walked away smoking a cigar.

She later stated that about a block away from the hospital at the stop light the young man jumped out the car and darted down a dark ally and disappeared. Vera continued and turned into the hospital parking lot. And there she sat frozen contemplating and weighing out the odds of reporting Kurt or simply taking a grain of salt in her wounds. The sunrise met her weary eyes the next morning and the sunset held her exhausted heart, that evening she drove home and felled to sleep in the bath tub. The next day Vera reported to work.

It explains why I always caught Kurt's dirty ass mocking and ridiculing Vera on the line. She was now the only white person on line-3. For many women on that line, which were mostly illegal immigrants, being raped simply became a part of the job description. Who could they tell? Any contact with the police meant deportation all day long! Those parties are weekly traditions for warehousing and meat packing plants all over America who are harboring illegal immigrants. And if those company supervisors are bold enough American workers fall into the traps as well, as in Vera's case.

After working a few more months Vera went ghost, nobody knew where she ran off to nor had any ideal of why she quit her job.

CHAPTER THREE  
Tricks of the Trade

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Every month van loads of illegal immigrants were hauled into Littleton like clock work. They came from Guatemala, Peru, Honduras, El Salvador, Panama, as well as Mexico and some traveled thousands of miles before reaching the Mexican-American border. Again, the human cargo was comprised of young beautiful women and strong young men.  
There were no old (except for Gracie Cooper), handicap, cripples, nor any disfigured workers at Device, Inc. You can say that management were the only individuals who looked, acted, and spoke like terrifying monsters.

Every last one of the illegal workers had a dream of coming to America, finding a job, buying a new house, and a new car and to be fruitful as stated in Genesis 1: 28. That's until the curtain goes up and they realize they have landed in a meat or electronic assembly plant being prepped to be consumed. Many truly believe that slavery is over in America. I'm here to tell you that it's alive and evolving into a more vicious monster than ever before. I never thought I would see a slave in my life time, let alone be an eye witness, first hand and working side by side with them.

Remember every weekend Kurt hosting his rape parties and the unsuspecting new employees blindly galloping like cows, pigs or turkeys into the slaughter. I noticed that a lot of South Americans were disappearing from the line by the dozens. At first I fooled my self into believing, maybe they simply quit, or got fired and returned back across the border. I was stupid to believe that was the case.

One night while out on the town with the guys, I spotted a chick from El Salvador that was once an employee at the plant. She was beautiful from head to toe and dressed like a pretty princess. Once again, I made a fool out of myself, thinking at least one captive escaped the chains of modern day slavery and got the fuck up out of dodge. She was out alright, roaming the streets as a high price whore. It didn't take long before I started seeing ex-female worker by the dozens leaving the lines, hitting the bricks selling pussy on the clock and handing their earnings over to the big wigs, their pimps controlling the plant.

Which brings us to line-7, I would say it was more like a juvenile center or daycare according to the ages of the workers. Salem Chase age 20, the youngest daughter of, Will Chase, Jr., crew leader and dangerously in love with me. She possessed ultimate power over the youths under her charge. No one was allowed in her department. Nor could anyone see what was happening behind the close doors. That included Saundra as well. The only exceptions were the entire Chase family and myself.

Salem weighed in at about a buck and some change wet on a good day. She was fair looking and simply fit in with her family's evil and deceptive values. Saundra blew her all access pass one day when Chase, Jr. caught her several times with illegal workers in his house swimming in the pool naked. On other occasions he busted her in the bed with two or more young immigrants having three-ways and performing other sexual acts.

My very first week on the job, Salem couldn't keep her hands to herself. She visited the lines just to grab a glimpse of me. I was invited to her house at least three times a week for dinner, movies, and whatever she concocted to lure me over. We never fuck. Hell no! I played the bitch for what it was worth I received cash money and expensive gifts and special privileges. Oral sex was a different horse of another color. I stuck my dick in her mouth everyday and at anytime she was game. Even though a good brain fucking kept her at bay, she wanted a baby, I gave her that fantasy. I helped cultivate calling her my baby's momma all day long. I made sure that she stayed in love for this dick and this dick only. I even sold her a dream that I was still a virgin saving myself for marriage and that she would be my first.

Salem was my trick-bitch and I kept her mouth full of cream. Her pussy was so tight that it took my big finger about two months to fit inside. The bitch bled on me a few times. I wanted this rich virgin too focus on me only and kept the leash short with a leather choke collar. Whatever I wanted, Salem got it. My checks went straight into the bank and many of hers were deposited as well.

Sale a dream to some one that's hard-up and horny, they will do anything in the world for you. I'm not taking her out to eat anywhere, nor holding her hand out in public. Because just like the rest of the management staff, I pinned Salem to be a dirty ass dog like the rest of the rattle snakes who call themselves Christians. What the hell, as soon as she knows she's got me snared I'm cooked goose. I decided to go along with the madness because I really do need her pay checks to get by, I'd be fucked without Salem in my corner and I sure didn't want to become a sex slave.

Remember, Vera and how she stated she helped a young man escape once? And that his face was so fucked up that she couldn't recognize what nationality he really was, nor knew what language he spoke due to his busted mouth.

And all this was happening under the watchful eyes of the police and fire station set three-quarters of a mile, South, the sheriff's office was two blocks North, the human rights office just seven blocks East, the equal opportunity commission stood perpendicular across the highway in the West and the self-serving NAACP right behind it hidden from public view. Not to mention that it's a shame during this historic period in time of having a bi-racial American President residing in the white house and everything under the sun is occurring to further debase and belittle the African American community as well as all other minority groups. ('All that opens the matrix is mine'-Exodus 34:19).

CHAPTER FOUR  
People for Profit.....

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

The very first human smugglers representing Device, Inc. were comprised of big wigs and a few hoodlums they would hire on a temporary basis. It Was Chase, Jr. calling all the shots. His lovely wife, Connie Chase at 50 years of age could not be guest at first glance she looked every bit of thirty on a bad make up day. Also aiding to the criminal activities were Darrin Chase, Junior's younger brother. It once again surprise me to learn from third parties that Junior brought along his number one mistress, Maria Lopez age 37, who also serves as his person secretary at the luxurious Device, Inc.

Darrin composed the original plan and Junior signed on to it providing that he receive all honors of master minding the total operation as well as its successes. What a fucking prick! Anyway, Salem drove one of the transport vans. Her van was loaded with mainly juvenile immigrants (orphans, lost children and young girls). She claims that she never negotiated or bought illegal workers, but she did admit to hand picking some of them on a few occasions. Wherefore, that itself throws her into the mix of things.

Don't think for one moment that this type of illegal business is rare or hasn't been around forever. Even in a Hollywood movie some mob families rule for fifty years or more until some one in the circle rats them all out for a plea deal. "Operation Make Money" was no joke. It simply was aiding and abetting illegal immigrants to cross the border and enslave them to work long hours for cheap wages and sale the least productive ones or should we also say pimp them out as sex slaves. If you think for one moment it only takes a few months to find enough evidence to arrest these criminals, then you are wrong. One year should be enough, shouldn't it?

Central America was the main focus of the operation in selecting illegal workers. One of the very first stops was the West Coast of Mexico, mainly Baja California. There other routes such as San Ysidro and Calexico West, Ca., Also in Arizona at the Lukeville border, as well as Big Ben, Amistad Dam, and Del Rio in Texas, and several other border crossings in that state as well.

Those immigrants who were selected found themselves on the Yucatan Peninsula on the shores of Jamaica for several weeks. There the authorities napped just after 1 p. m. Darrin and his henchmen were now able to stuff the human products into cargo containers and stacked on barges under the grueling-sizzling heat of the sun headed for off the coast of Cuba and some off the shores of Haiti. Either or the cargo ended up sailing the same routes into American cities. Once in Southern Florida, Device, Inc...Or its agents placed their human property on a larger vessel, with dozens of law enforcement officers in their back pockets Kurt and his pirates had no trouble at all along the West Coast ports. Go figure! The average pay for port officials and customs ranged from $40,000.00 to $50,000.00 a year. How happy do you think those watchmen were when an additional $25,000.00 in cash was added to their salaries? And the only thing they had to do for that extra loot was turn and look the other way.

Chase, Jr. knew that every man has his price and with that frame of thinking, vessels lined up the coast from Southern Florida to the tip of the State of Maine where dozens of cargo vans were waiting to transport some of the "New Fish" back to the Town of Littleton and the rest to states like Illinois, Minnesota, Nebraska, Colorado, Iowa and from the frozen fields of North Dakota back down South to the golden fields of Texas. It's also ironic that these same states has an over crowded prison rate of 65% or greater.

Connie Chase on the other hand moved her human goods through the Bahamas on large freights just after loading them on the docks of Nassau. Then sailed up the Mississippi River, anchored here and there dropping off a few selected bunch where she also would receive payments and then set sail up to the next assigned location, repeating the process until she reached Littleton.

Junior suspected Darrin and Connie of having an affair. The two men came to violent blows over this theory of romance on a number of occasions while Connie denied the affair and never once attempted to break up the battles between the two. But, having an affair with Darrin was far from the truth, in fact Connie was having an affair, but not with a man, she was deeply in love fucking her sister wife, Marie Lopez.

He spied on his wife every chance he could attempting to find proof of infidelity, but that was a losing cause, as mentioned above, her and Maria were always together and Junior never suspected the two ladies to be involve, neither did it come to mind. Junior was bold in smuggling his cargo. He owned a 747 fully staffed he was treated like royalty

After opening up the clear blue skies, fully loaded with half of the product from Ecuador and the other half from Santiago, the 747 took flight without being impeded by, Mexican, or American custom agents. He also stopped in Peru as well as Puerto Rico. The plane always flew at maximum capacity. "The more monkeys you have means the more money you make!" That was his favorite and only slogan.

Device, Inc. alone caused the housing market to sky rocket nearly 150% City Officials had to suspect some fishy business was brewing, if they didn't they should have known. It wasn't like they lived in a small town called Bell, Ca. You see employers like Junior have given the devil an all expense paid vacation that caused the fiery flames of hell to rejoice.

Here's a more serious note. Once Gracie Cooper informed me that Darrin attempted to con Chase, Sr. into harboring illegal immigrants and establishing a prostitution ring, Senior threaten to cut him off completely from family ties more than once. But Darrin continued to present Senior with economic charts as proof to higher profits. He wanted Senior to see the up-swing margins of his barbaric scheme and the power of enslavement and its benefits in accruing great wealth over night. Chase Senior refuse every meeting. Gracie stated that none of Darrin's proposals caught fire in Senior's heart and that would upset any loser to the point of murder.

She said that point came quick and swift. Darrin could be seen punching his fists through the wall just outside of Senior's office. When the last meeting regarding the subject concluded, Gracie stated that, "Dangerous shit started to hit the fan!" I asked her how?

"Because, that insane ass, bald-headed bastard called Aspen was the only demon capable of taking out the hit on Senior. Mr. Crazy," She replied with an secure gesture on her face, "If I'm wrong about this lunatic than I shouldn't be living! But, I can truly say that I'm right on the money. Somehow Aspen had a hand in the murder of Will Chase, Senior. If not by his own hands, he assisted in the planning and execution of the homicide.

I was at awe with that piece of information and speechless. Murder isn't something one can joke with and its most certainly isn't a topic to accuse some one of committing homicide without proof when that very same suspect is still walking around the plant just as creepy each day. I had to ask Gracie the evidence question. It kept eating me up as she spoke. "How are you so sure Aspen caused Senior's death?" I inquired firmly and to the point.

"Again, I knew Senior for over twenty years, he never even attempted to drive a car, truck or and other vehicle with a motor, because he never had a driver's license! No, not never! Anytime Senior needed a ride Junior would be his driver, 24/7.

Still digging I asked.'" What does driving a car has to do with Senior's death?"

"Go figure!" She replied poking at me with her long finger. "Senior had not only motor oil all through his body, but anti-freeze as well. They found him in worn out clothes as if he was an automotive mechanic. He would never come to work with those type of clothes nor work on a car." She confirmed with a solid closed fist landing with a bang upon her work table.

Oh, shit! The case was closed according to Gracie. All that was missing was arrests and convictions. She hit it right on the head of the nail. "How in the fuck did Aspen get away with murder?"

"Well, Freddie, this is my last time going over this or telling anyone else the score. Money has a way of causing the greed inside a person heart and soul to explode out of them in a hot second." She paused for a second and continued. "Those rogue cops investigating the murder contaminated whatever evidence they collected, marched hundreds of employees straight through and over the crime scene and to top all that off, the police just happened to conveniently lose the records of who was all working that night. by the time they received a new list, weeks later, Darrin and Aspen's name was no where on the list, neither was Junior or members of his dog pound."

"Bull shit!" I yelled out in frustration. "Boom!" Gracie slapped the living shit out of me.

"Watch you mouth little man!" She ordered me pointing her finger in my face." Now talk with some respect."

I apologized and asked. "Was Aspen an employee at the time?"

Gracie looked at me as if she wanted to kill me for not understanding much of the basic things she told me and the simple hints provided. "No, no, no, son! Aspen was never an employee at Device, he was just a day worker or sub-contractor receiving his pay from underneath the table. There were a lot of illegal immigrants being paid cash in which their where about could not be trace. Aspen simple does not exist in this world."

Gracie picked up a box and politely walked away, slowly shaking her head in grief. I knew then that Senior meant a lot to her in her heart.

CHAPTER FIVE  
Hard Work and No Appreciation

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Gracie Cooper had labored in vain at Device Inc., for nearly thirty years. She was hired on the eight day after its grand opening. She saw hundreds come and the same number leave for different reasons. Gracie trained the majority of the staff and employees and if you inquired about a position, she would be the one to give full input of the operating instructions.

Therefore, I took the liberty in speaking with her one Saturday afternoon over a cup of hot mocha. I wanted to know what she knew about the company and with a dozen agencies located less than a mile away, why were they acting so deaf and blind to what's happening here at Device, Inc.?

I looked into her sixty-something year old eyes. She was the eldest of the entire company. Gracie took a sip of her mocha , then rubbed her over-worked hands together simply attempting to shield an arthritis flare up and large veins popping out everywhere in both of her wrinkled up hands.

Gracie informed me that for ten years the company operated in an excellent spirit and profited as well under Chase, Sr. its first owner. Everyone was treated equally and it didn't matter what race, color, gender or nationality. Chase, Sr. was indeed a people person. She added, "Unlike his son the rattle snake!" Mr. Chase, Sr. gave out bonuses every quarter. She said, "It was called profit sharing in his own generous way he gave back to all employees and not just a few. If someone needed time off it was granted regardless of how long they worked at the plant without the threat of termination or drug testing. "People had at least a chance!" Gracie proclaimed with great emotions flowing throughout the plant." Her face appeared sorrowful after she finished speaking.

Gracie went on as to why the big wigs and other never invite her to parties or company award functions after the death of Senior. "I know what goes on in that big house of terror." She stated. "It's a good thing for them not to invite me, because many of those demons would have never come out alive!" She went on in a much brighter tone of voice. "Will, Sr. use to put his arms around me as if I was his daughter every time our eyes met. It was delightful as well as soulful. People called him, Willy. Butt I was allowed to call him 'Willy'. She sniffled her running nose and washed away the tears in her eyes.

"Senior helped people in the community as well, He bought me a house, when white folks refuse to rent to my family. I bought my first car ever working on this job and earning extra cash cleaning Senior's home on the weekends. He paid me $250.00 both days, that's more than what I was making in an whole week at Device, Inc.

She glance out of the window and now I could see clearly her entire face from the reflection of the sun's rays bouncing out the glass. Gracie also had nine grandchildren to love and to cherish.

Our conversation shifted to the surrounding agencies which promulgated the by laws which state to serve and protect the public's interests as well as the civil rights of all. But, Gracie swiftly back tracked by when she began tapping me on the hand. "Wait! Wait! Let me tell you something about this company first." She suggested with excitement in her brown eyes while wiping her cheeks dry.

"Chase, Jr. runs this company like a high price brothel not to mention he acts like he's the master on a slave plantation. Public figures are just as guilty as street thugs and pimps." Gracie sincerely confessed.

"I stood there and asked, "What do you mean by running a slave plantation?"

"I mean those girls come from poor third world countries, nearly all of them are scare, illiterate in every definition of the word, hungry for citizenship and will do anything to stay here in America without hesitation." It's Junior, fat ass, the wicked witch of devices and that dusty neck dawg bring this entire company down to the ground prostituting young girls and boys!"

She was referring to Chase, Jr., Kurt, Alexis, and Benny. Then Gracie continued, "The rapes and prostitution is just a small part of their operation. You can add murder, robbery, fraud, tax invasion, and kidnapping to the long list of felonies as well. These young people have slipped into a fiery pit without a chance of saving themselves. They're all going to a flaming hell." She paused and glanced deeply into space.

Gracie took a brief moment to gather her self, while holding back the river of tears cascading down her cheeks like a water fall. "As for these puppet agencies, they all will be dissolved in due time and the staff will be living targets to everyone they have deceived."

She went on after taking a few sips of her hot drink. "I've seen some of the most sadistic, inhumane, fiendish, heartless and atrocious acts committed against defenseless people to say the least which has taken place here at Device, Inc.

"Even The commissions, with career investigators directly in the mix of a barbaric scheme!" She went on further. "One day all lambs will become lions!"

We sat another hour or so expressing our wills to do something, but we were completely stuck in a position to do nothing at all. Gracie soon departed after refusing a ride.

But before she took the long walk home she left me with a heart pumping thought, "You boys have an open opportunity in this life time to do anything that your heart and minds desires, you can be anything you wish, but first you must stop thinking with your little men and allow your big men its just due."

I watch as she limped on wobbling legs, one foot after the other to the corner then she turned right and disappeared. My Grandparents grew up in the early thirties down South in Littlerock, Arkansas. Grandpa once told me of the horrifying days of blacks being lynched in the daylight hours in Mississippi as well, the Iowa slayings, and the Wisconsin tortures. These are his very own words,. "We as a people have subjected human beings to the worst treatment ever done to any living thing on earth."

CHAPTER SIX  
Freddie Wolff Speaks

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

Hi, I'm Freddie Wolff. So far I have only touched briefly on this horrific and gruesome story that I have witnessed first hand day after day, one ghastly and hideous event being repeated over and over again. Here within this book you will find corruption at every level of government, CEOs' of large corporations, operating under the color of law and beyond the bounds of cruelty that will shock the human conscience into a disbelief that something this inhuman could ever happen in your city, let alone, all over your state.

Every business participating in harboring illegal immigrants, manufacturing false identification, sex trafficking and the list goes on. Their defense is "Our staff had no ideal this person was an illegal worker." But, white and black American citizens go through a chain of background and drug tests. How is it that Spanish speaking individuals bypass such tests in the company's own back yard?

I have three sisters and a younger brother, there's no way I would sit back and allow these beast to abuse and place any of them in spiritual and mental captivity without a fight to death.

My dad attended The University of Littleton State. He mastered in computer software design and made a nice size income in doing so. He watches every cent and every penny everyone else makes living under his roof. Dad makes it his duty in teaching us responsibility like paying rent for our rooms, sharing the bills and at the same time furthering our education as well as holding down a job.

Mom on the other hand attended college fifty miles North of town at Circle View College and now she is considered one of the best chemist and doctor of pharmacy in the United States. She walks the walk and talks the talk. She's up by 5:00 a. m. and rests by nine everyday including weekends. Whatever happens she maintains her same habits.

My parents met on singles night in a downtown bar. That one night induced their wills to start new lives together as a family and then we popped up. It was all about creating a future and standing up for something with all our hearts, souls, and mind.

I say this because illegal immigrants dream of this life style one day that we Americans are enjoying everyday. Americans know its wrong to break the law and they also know it's wrong. Thousands of human beings are dying along the 50 plus American-Mexican borders every year just to taste a dream. So that much is clear. But, what is the cost of arresting, incarcerating and then deporting one individual several times back across the border? It would cost the government nothing in allowing that individual to pay a fine and be placed on a probationary monitoring program to establish possible citizenship?

Let's get back to our story at hand.

Mom wanted her daughters to follow her path and dad focus on the boys to walk in his footsteps. If wars were being fought in our own back yard, or the government was killing off certain races and classes of people or the country took away the basic civil rights of the people and etc... How many Americans would actually want to remain in this country in such a crisis?

Meanwhile, my sisters floated just floated through childhood without a care in the world. As for myself I still managed to own a shinny whip, a speed boat and a smoking hot ass RV equipped with all appliances that anyone would desire. Besides working at Device, Inc. I also attended The U. of L. St., majoring chemistry. But, there's still time for me to make a final decision if I decide to transfer or finish where I'm at. Dad disapproved, he wanted me out of a neighborhood that was once predominately white that's now predominately black. Go figure! Times are changing and so are the people living in the present times.

My parents claim that they are not racist, but never wanted to discuss the topic at home nor in a public setting. Even when the entire world is showing concern about white police officers murdering unarmed young black men, at an alarming rate, all across the streets of America. It's nothing less than a bloody massacre.

Device, Inc. and thousands of other companies symbolizes the second of evils behind the devil. Here, if the system doesn't kill minorities, it enslaves them in some form or fashion. And the last is no worse than the first, the other rules, one which kills, one steals and the other destroys the human soul.

What really gets me is when my white friends or associates claim that some of their best friends are black, but they never once stepped up to the plate to defend those black friends when they are wrongfully accused by the police in the media. That's bullshit! And this is the true definition of fair weather friendship. It's another way that white America has attempted to hide and conceal their racist acts and try to dodge the stinging guilt that haunts them after violating the civil rights of other human beings.

Bringing up this subject at home in great detail cause my dad to put the pressure on me to find a job once I turned 18. Everyday, I packed a lunch and for eight hours a day I went out job hunting and pounding the pavement. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, an apple and a bottle of water. I wasn't kick out of the house, but I was most definitely cut-off due to my respect for other human beings of different races.

Many of my friends could not believe what they were witnessing. My parents are rich and I'm out on the streets standing in line waiting for hand outs with the same people I respect as fellow human beings. Fresh out of high school I though treating people from other races was the right thing to do, the American way, but I was slow in understanding the glow in the dark, hidden white codes of racism being systematically applied on minorities to break them down to nothingness. And my punishment for doing so satisfied the racist's rule.

My home boy and brother from another mother named Rudolf Model, a German born, in name and in appearance. His parents were immigrants. In less than a year they were granted work permits, two months later granted green cards and by years end received American Citizenship. It helps to be a banker like his dad was and a scientist like his mom. The only obstacles they encountered in America was choosing the best lawn service company to care for their massive piece of land.

Rudd's parents were rich and his allowance made the pay checks of skilled tradesmen look like that of fast food-fry-hops. He had direct knowledge of my situation with my parents. So Rudd pulled me to the side one day and informed me of a confidential deal that was made in secret regarding his parents and the authorities here in America to maintain citizenship. I have no intention to broaden this book's scope. There are too many spoons in one bowl to cover all the details in full.

Basically, those immigrants such as doctors, lawyers, engineers, scientists, chemists, etc...entering America took a secret oath, holds barred, that they agree to support their families and with strict emphasis to support only their community. Immigrants holding degrees in one or more of these professions received automatic citizenship.

Let's step back one foot regarding the secret oath. This meant that Rudd's parents agreed to only support the German community and Marco was Italian and his parents agreed to support the Italian Community. And Felix's parents were from France and agreed to only support the French community. It doesn't take much to comprehend this message. Some immigrants informed their children and relatives. Hello! Some immigrants kept their shameless pledge of allegiance in secret from their loved ones just like my Irish parents did from their children. And what's freely given can also be revoked!

### CHAPTER SEVEN

'Racist I'm not-  
some of my best friends  
are black!'

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Horny Monday always popped off with a bang. Normally, Benny, the crew leader for production workers usually opens up one employee entrance for the early birds, like us. Today was not the case. His car was parked in its regular stall. But, we noticed that the game had changed up, the smuggling van had already arrived. They obvious saw us knocking on the door. That made things look very suspicious, not one person attempted to open up the door for us. Lou, Rudd and myself strolled around towards the rear offices to a side door entrance and that's where we witnessed Benny getting his cock sucked by a Russian chick. Rudd and Lou flipped the script by being overly boisterous and that's when all of the sudden they begin acting like juveniles as if that was something new that they haven't seen before. After calming down Rudd suggested that it was a free will blow job, on the other hand Lou seriously disagreed with fire in his eyes. Where did that come from? Man, I was shocked to witness Lou act so emotional about the incident.

The debate got so intense and heated that I found myself literally sliding in between the two of them to keep the peace. And that's when Gracie walked up smacking us all up side the head and screaming at us at the same time. "Are you ass holes losing your fucking minds? Get your asses back up to that front door and wait, before something terrible happens to you young fools!"

We didn't talk back or ask why, we simply obeyed her orders. Line-5 was rolling and the rest of the lines weren't too far behind, all except line-1 which did not surprise anyone. They were too busy watching videos on you-tube or playing games on their devices.

Alexis arrived in a blanket of lust on over drive. Her steps were quick and her hips were on wiggle with much more motion than usual. She smiled and waved to everyone on line-1. My position was the swing or head boxer. I had all access to every line to check every pallet and box for proper labeling and tags. When Alexis approached line-5, I immediately glanced over and looked directly in Lou's eyes and that's when it hit me. At that moment I knew what ticked him off to make him want to jump on Rudd. Go figure! Lou was a sex slave. Alexis was holding his job over his head, blackmailing him. All this time I thought he was just banging that dirty-rotten bitch for the hell of it. This whore was extorting dick. And there was nothing I could do if Lou allowed it to happen.

I know Cynthia Brewer, Lou's girl. People think they're married, but they are not. They just happen to have the same last name. They met in high school and decide to live together which produced two kids, one big ass pit bull and a mean fucking cat. The family lives on the only block of townhouses that separates the rich people of Littleton, from the very poor and illegal immigrants. If Lou screws up his job entire family becomes homeless. On Lou's front lawn you can see mansions lined up one behind the other, a large mall sits on the corner a nice clean fully equip park, a newly built recreation center and of course the police and fire station.

Now if you sit on Lou's back porch you are in a totally different world. The houses, buildings, and the strip mall are all retrograded, crumbling, deteriorating, and decaying to say the least. The park was littered with trash of all sorts including the homeless people who sat up a card board city right in the center of the area. Lou's block was built just to block out that side of the city nothing more. The Brewers were the only black family allowed to rent one of the townhouses, and there were three illegal immigrant families as well because the men of the house acted as overseers of the plant's illegal workers.

Lou dashed pass me on the back line, gave me a fist bump and a fake ass smile, as if he was operating on free-will drive. The two headed for the rear offices. I watched Alexis pulled out a ring of keys, then, she locked the door behind her.

I turned around and saw Gracie waving at me to come over to her line and we begin discussing topics that would forever make a lasting impression on my mind about this hell hole I found myself trapped. "Now do you see what's really happening to your friends and others?" Gracie sternly pointed out whispering in my ear and at the same time playing it off by passing me a finish box. I went along with it by stacking the box on a pallet while glancing back at the rear office entrance. My spirit dropped to its lowest degree, the last time that happen is when my high school sweetheart, Sarah, kick me to the curve.

"What can we do about this madness, Miss Gracie?"

""There's nothing you can do!" She replied. "As long as we are divided in standing up for something, they know every employee will fall for anything!"

And with those words, she delivered a big dose of reality into my new frame of thinking. Lou and I started drifting further and further apart. It got to the point that Lou made up excuses in order to ditch out on us every weekend.

I met up with Cynthia one Friday evening. Her and a few girl friends were having a ladies' night out. Cynthia pulled me to the side and asked. "Where's my husband, Freddie?"

I replied. "He's on his way to meet up with us. I just spoke to him a few minutes ago." I was totally lying and covering up for my bro. I still can't figure out why she didn't cal Lou on her cell phone? Who knows? It appears that their relationship is floating under cloudy skies in murky waters and entering a deep fall with the recent troubles surfacing on Lou's part.

A true friend comes to the aid of a friend without hesitation. There's no time to procrastinate or to debate in taking action. I can't count the times when Lou saved my ass and rescued me out of some deep shit. What type of friend would I be just posting up on the side lines while he's being devoured in conventional emotional-warfare. The man was fighting for his family, dignity, and livelihood.

The very next day I discussed the matter with my dad. Ask me, why? Man I still can't figure that shit out! I thought that maybe Dad would shed some helpful light on how to legally combat the situation. But, once again I was dead wrong!

One evening dad was sitting in his study reading. I snatched the opportunity to bring up the pressing issue. After spilling the beans on what was taking place down at Device, Inc., and informing him of Lou's predicament dad stated in a high pitched voice. "Son, don't be a damn fool, let those people and the authorities handle their own business and you just stay out of it!" It was a waste of time talking to a complete sell-out who shifts his morals every time pressure builds up for him to take a stand on an important issue.

Workers on line-1 made way more money than minorities and illegal immigrants for some strange reasons and it was not because of they work there the longest, neither was it for work production and it certainly wasn't based on their experience.

Regardless, even if one person on that line made twenty dollars an hour or more, it still would not be enough to make me or entice me to treat people less than human. Without any further examples; Why do you think line-1 employees were paid more than the rest of the employees?

Ignorance was soaring at anal time high, not one person on line-1 has ever taken the time to think about what the legal ratification of their actions might cost. This line stood as the incubation pod or potential evil supervisors. If one failed to uphold his or her duties, another was nominated from the unproductive brood, then assigned a name tag with a new position and that person quickly lose their mind and transform into another spirit more wicked than the last. Common sense became rare as rare could be. By all the power and authority invested in their favor they saw no obstacles, nor challengers to stand in their way, therefore deep in their hearts they crowned themselves gods. And that's not even the worst part of it, many started actually believing in their self-appointed godhood, imaginary, and new found superiority.

CHAPTER EIGHT  
How the Borders Are Breached part-1

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

First of all let me say this much if an illegal immigrant has the ability to communicate at a basic level in the English language are most often awarded asylum, granted a work permit and with further education that individual will soon become a US-citizen. Keep in mind the waiting period for a decision to be made on his or her application asylum and its hearing. This type process can take up to two or more years.

Anyone who can not speak, write, or understand basic English should and will be deported one day. It only took me two months to pass my intermediate Spanish class. Now I know enough Spanish to communicate with other workers. It's no excuse for any adult (Mexican, Guatemalan, Honduran, Russian, German, etc...) to not have the ability to speak basic English after residing in America for over a year. I believe it to be an insult to an injury for an individual to come to a foreign country and make no attempt to communicate with the citizens who resides there. It disrespect to the up most.

Secondly, school visas most often comes with work permits as well, these permits must be renewed before the expiration date. Some people comply and many do not. They find themselves one day at work or taking a final exam and I.C.E. agents standing right behind them with silver bracelets and a van ride to prison.

Next there's the temporary work permits, immigrants can apply for before they cross the border illegally. Again there are a few that apply, but many do not. Those who do are allowed to work legally in the US providing they return to their country once the work is complete (seasonal worker), or the work permit expires. They can also re-apply and except other work before the first permit expires and continue this process for years as long as they obey the laws. Many immigrants use this process in order to send money back to their families elsewhere.

Thirdly, an immigrant who marries on American soil automatically becomes a US citizen. Likewise any child born on US soil becomes an American citizen at birth. This natural law is in debate in many states as we speak. America is the only country in the world who labels its citizens with bi-racial titles. Example; If you are German, African or Mexican born in America you become a German-American, African-American and Mexican-American, etc...Black or Afro Americans born in the US are automatically labeled African-Americans which is far from the truth. On the flip side if you are born in France, England, or China you are automatically a French citizen, British Citizen and Chinese Citizen respectfully. And that's the truth.

Those immigrants who are professionals such as doctors, lawyers, scientists, engineers, chemists, and advanced nursing for example will surely be granted automatic US-citizenship the more sooner than later. Tens of thousands of these special visas are awarded annually.

Now, as discussed earlier, political asylum is normally granted to immigrants and refugees who can prove that their lives are in danger. Examples; Warring countries, Civil war, political unrest, political disputes, terrorism, religious cleansing, genocide, etc... Most likely many of the immigrants and refugees are from these countries. Examples; Central African Republic conflict, Syrian Civil War, South Sudanese Civil War, Iraq, Libyan Civil War, Russian unrest in Ukraine, Mexican Drug War, Israel-Gaza conflict, Somalia War Yemeni Civil War, and Northern Mali conflict.

Immigrants, refugees, and illegal immigrants from countries such as the UK, France, Canada, and other allies of the US have a better chance of leaping over the moon than winning an asylum hearing. As we discussed earlier the professionals and war related individuals who are invited inside the US, now immigrants and refugees who can't speak basic English, unskilled workers/repeated offenders of illegal border crossings, criminals, those with deadly viruses, and terrorists to name a few will some day be detected, imprisoned, fined and deported.

There's an office located near or at every border crossing or snail mail a request or go online to apply (www. USImmigration.us/Citizenship), for asylum, work permits, or visas, etc... Examples; File for Citizenship use form N-400, Green Cards form I-485, Renewals/Replacements form I-90, Sponsorship/Relatives form I-130. Medical visas are granted automatically to every patient all over the world contact your local hospital for assistance. Help stop the violence and thousands of murders at the borders simply file for entry. If an individual can travel 2,000 miles through topical jungles infested with venomous insects, scale razor sharp canyons, get pass grizzly bears, vicious mountain lions, poisonous retiles, murderous rebels, brutal drug lords and border patrols, then filing a simple three page document should be a piece of cake.

Millions of immigrants are sponsored by charitable organizations, private or large religious groups. The process for acceptance is to write "How do I File for Sponsorship.' Either by 'Snail Mail' or go online to: U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services. It's just that simple from the comforts of your sofa. Keep it respectful, patient, and clean! If or when the application is accepted many organizations mentioned above will assist the individual with info in how to apply for work permits, visas, green cards, housing, jobs, daycare, healthcare, social aid, and education just to name a few services. Simply ask "How do I?"

Again, refugees are also granted special visas and are sponsored in war-torn countries. This also applies to any illegal immigrants who become victims of crimes inside the US territories. Here a special victim's visa is granted providing that that individual show up for court, tell the truth and obey the law themselves. There are tens of thousands of cases still pending regarding allegations of employers and US citizens victimizing or treating illegal immigrants contrary to the US Constitution, Human and Civil rights laws yet pending in court. Below here's is a shocking story how businesses not only directly or indirectly assist or simply turn a blind eye to illegal border crossing.

### 'The Swim'

Cruise ships sail up and down the Pacific and Atlantic coasts all year around stopping at one port to another. What is being report to the captains and first mates is shocking. Passengers report hundreds of illegal immigrants and cast-a-ways board the ships and once they reach their destination they dive over board and swim or steal life boats or floating devices and hack their way to shore. First of all nobody knows whether these are gangs, terrorist, smugglers, or job seekers creeping into the US borders. Secondly, there's no excuse known to men not to report hundreds of people jumping off a boat in shark infested waters, that's a red flag in itself. And finally what are the business' motives of not reporting these massive incidents of criminal activity.

The first issue is-what it is as well as the second and the third! Any delays means lost of revenue! The ship officials really don't want to get involved, nor delay their schedules. Passengers are touring or are on vacations they absolutely do not desire any distractions once so ever. If such a thing happens normally passengers will receive a refund. Cruise ship officials do not like giving back thousands of dollars in refunds. Likewise the crews on each ship are eager to get the trip over with and return to their homes after being away from their loved ones for so many months. It is-what it is!

Here's another example;

Railroad officials have their own problems. Immigrants enter the US with little or no resistance at all. They travel either outside, inside or on the top of the rail carts If officials reported every case of train-hoping nearly half the country would come to a complete stop, businesses would close, and thousands of legal workers in the US would be out of jobs themselves. There is no immediate answer for the rail system at this point. The game plan is to chase down as many illegal immigrants as the authorities can when they jump off the trains from city to city and from state to state. Then it all depends on how many times they have been captured before

If that's the case they are detained and fined. If the train has a massive number of unwanted riders the authorities will in fact bring the train to a stop and arrest the offenders. Remember the decoys have no desire to enter the US. They make enough money being decoys. Ten or twenty criminals on a fifty car train normally are, (decoys), would not be good cause to stop it from entering the US.

At the same time there are thousands of American vendors, spectators, bands, Circus acts, soccer and volleyball games, prostitutes, drug dealers, human smugglers and any other groups you think of are all out there aid criminal activity, cheering and dealing under the color of law.

The authorities on both sides do not split their forces to chase 10-20 people that they will see every week acting as decoys. Most of them return that very same day and dressed in bright neon green, yellow, and orange to make sure the authorities see them illegally crossing the borders. Border patrols on both sides know from experience that a much large crowd is on the way. The patrol has a choice one group or the other, either easily capture 50 decoys and allow hundreds of illegal immigrants to pass through. The choice is made at least five times a day. No one needs a passport to witness this madness.

In closing take the time to witness the events on your own how easily, comical and deadly border entry points can be. Do not break any laws. Just park your vehicle to the side, pull out your lawn chairs, picnic baskets like thousands of other Americans do and enjoy the show.

CHAPTER NINE  
Borders Are Breached part-2  
'The Charge'

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

I got so agitated, unhinged, and frazzled up with what was going on at work. You guest it, but not quite. I wanted to walk out that fucking door, give these bastards a middle finger straight up and dash right out of this damn demon pit! I started calling in sick nearly twice a week praying those tramps would fire me. Now I know it's a curse to be white, you got to do something really-really bad to get terminated. Blacks and other minorities only have to ask for a day off or be late once or talk back after getting insulted or complain about their dignity being stepped on daily and they're out the door. But, not us, all we have to do is show up and our jobs are secure.

Salem and I decided one day to take a vacation. Later I'll find out it was her dad's ideal all along. We made a firm agreement not to make this some romantic or chivalric love or sex adventure that she has been dreaming of for some time. I also made sure that she left her baby-maker-booty shorts at home as well as the rest of her sluttish attire. This vacation would be strictly for relaxation purposes only.

Our first plan of action was to travel down South to Florida off the keys, but word surfaced that a bunch of line-1 workers were already camped out there. We certainly didn't want to bump heads with those ass holes. That's our main reason for wanting to get away. So Salem came up with an ideal about visiting Tijuana clear on the opposite side of the country. I jumped all over that 100-100. We made reservations, packed our luggage, and jetted towards the West coast.

By noon we arrived at LAX, the sun was beaming-hot upon the ocean's surface down below. The waves were splashing freely upon the shore as we landed with a sigh of relief. Like a fat pig at feeding time-I rushed to the hotel nearly dragging her along and after we found our room I jumped into the shower first. Thirty minutes pass and out I came leaping into a soft-fluffy, but firm king size bed. Salem stood over me as if she suffered from a case of amnesia. I looked up and with a stern look on my face. "No babies!" She walked slowly into the bathroom wearing a thong bikini swim suit and slammed the door.

Later that night we over heard dozens of other tourists outside of our hotel room door raising cane and full of excitement. They all seem to be chanting "Charge!" According to the other guests gapping in the hallway this was an annual tradition for people all over the globe to come here and witness illegal immigrants charging across the American-Mexican border like a herd of wild bulls and clever little foxes.

I turned around and looked directly into Salem's eyes and she held stare-smiling back at me. Her eyes were screaming. "Let's roll!" We agreed without saying a single word. We rented a car and shot down US-Hwy 101-South, then I-5 South and eventually hit CA-905. After making a few stops for Salem's potty breaks and refreshments, we finally reached the Otay Mesa border entry on the American side some two hours later. We traveled 140 miles in the pungent-sweltering heat. It was still sunny out and there were crowds of people littering the sand everywhere on foot, bikes, and skateboards on both sides of this tall worn down, patched up, and beat up fence separating two races of people.

Vehicles of every make and model lined he highway and dessert sands for miles and miles. Some appeared to have been sitting for years abandoned and left to serve as shade for visitors. It wasn't because the Border Patrol or Mexican Guard weren't performing their duties. They were prepared, but simply overwhelmed, under man, and soon we would all witness first hand how out matched they would soon become. The tourists from LA were already set up and seated in lawn chairs, grills flaming and just like the thousands of other spectators just waiting for the first faze of breaking the law to kick off.

The law has been around from the beginning of time since the days of Adam and Eve, to the time of Noah to Moses and to the coming of The Christ. The law governs Nations and the people residing in the surrounding territories. The law of modern times is a body of rules, policies, and procedures regarding actions, conduct, and behaviors prescribed by the controlling authorities and having binding legal force to execute enforcement.

Therefore, regardless of what country an individual was born in there were laws already in place. And ignorance is no excuse to violate any law.

Now with that said, the most populated border crossing ever in the history of the world is located in the Southwest portion of these United States. Here tourists, political officials, celebrities, church choirs, marching bands, athletes, and 50 million others cross this single border a year. Some experts say the number can reach 65 million in any given year.

The 'Charge' is the least known sport in the world. It is the most populated sport out numbering the attendance of every basketball, baseball, football, soccer, hockey, volleyball and racing event combined in the world by at least 35 million in 3 months of play. This deadly sport is by far the most dangerous in the world. Thousands die in the hot dessert, in rivers, in the canyons as well as the streets attempting to eat a piece of the American pie that they dream of in the sky. This sport spans in area from the Pacific Ocean to Tijuana down to Baja California in Mexico back to San Ysido, Ca. to Nogales, Arizona, to San Teresa, New Mexico to Chihuahua, Texas to the Rio Grande Valley and the 20 plus other border entries in the same state.

There were thousands of American and Spanish vendors selling fake IDs, social security cards, burgers, tacos, beer, and whatever else the illegal immigrants might need once they have made it across. Some people were setting up water bottle stations to hand out to the runners. It was comical and serious all at the same time. Wow!

Before the 'Charge' kicked off, Salem wandered over to talk with a group of women huddling up adjusting their cell phones, cameras and video recorders prior to the start of the festivities. I stood there mesmerized, and in shock by the huge crowds, a very short-stocky man approached. "Howdy, partner!" He greeted me sticking out his hairy and well used hand to shake. We shook. "My name is Ruben-Jose Fernandro-Lope, Amando Martinez!"

"Wow, no shit!' I said to my self.  
"But, you my friend can call me, Ruby for today and today only." He suggested with a devilish smile froze on his face.  
"Hi, Ruby, I'm Freddie Wolff."

"Nice to meet you. Mr. Wolff. So you and your lovely young wife must be new comers to these parts?"

"Yeah, you can say that."  
"Well my friend, you both are about to see a great show tonight. You're about to witness the greatest sport on earth." He stated in broken English slash Spanish. "But I must warn the two of you that sometimes the 'Charge' has no rules or limits. Anyone that gets in their way becomes fair game, once they mix in with the crowds the border patrol doesn't know who's-who.

He went on with a big sinister grin painted on his face. I shook my head in agreement. "I must insist that you dump your pockets and keep only your ID and passport and lock your car doors."

I glanced at him talking even though I couldn't see his lips moving through that thick mustache, I responded. "That was the first thing that came to my mind when we arrived."

"That's very good, my friend! That's good!" He shouted while patting me on the back at the same time. I turned briefly to make eye contact with Salem. She waved. Ruby tapped me on the shoulder and directed my attention to the retaining wall on the Mexican side of the border. "I think you better grab your wife. The games are about to begin." The man dashed off as fast as he came without a single word.

Salem ran over, people begin running to their places and on the Mexican side of the border a large crowd of about several hundred people appeared from behind the hills, out of caves and out of tall bushes. They all stood ready to make the 1,500 ft. run to what they considered as paradise.

A thunderous roar of applause sounded. The crowd stood to their feet clapping and cheering as the first wave approached the fence. I took a second look and could not believe my eyes. Salem grabbed my arm giggling. Dozens of prostitutes and homosexuals dressed alike in mini-dresses, see through leggings and booty shorts strutted across the border on the Mexican side and the guards over there simply whistled and waved as they reached the American side, the border patrol reacted the same way even stepping aside to allow them to pass with absolutely no effort at all in capturing the group. And just like that the first wave made it across in less than five minutes.

Now the second wave paused. It was comprised of hundreds of elderly men and women, very small children and it appeared that the back rows were full of disabled individuals. Clearly, this group made up the decoys. And without warning, as fast as they could, hundreds dashed towards the fence nearly running over the thirty Mexican Guards. About fifty adults were captured and all the children begin fighting and biting them absorbing their attention. Meanwhile a wave rushed through the American side and basically every officer had at least two to three immigrants held at bay and now both sides were totally busy rounding up all they could catch.

Suddenly, the massive crowds began cheering as loud as they could. Even louder than the first wave as hundreds of young men and women came out of no where dressed in Jordan, Nike, Adidas, $100.00 team jerseys, Cardigan, Brixton, Rudsak, Chukka and Anne Klein apparel and boots.

Some sported Coach, Armani, Nine West. and Giani Bernini totes and handbags. Other sported Dolce and Gabbama sunglasses. It was like the world's largest runway fashion show.

One youth dressed to kill stood out in front with his arm raise and his golden bracelet beaming in the sky. And after looking around he yelled in English with a high pitched voice like George Custer. "Charge!" And the heat was on! Nearly a thousand youths in good running shape blasted through the border like a herd of graceful gazelles nearly unstoppable. This time the Mexican Guard needed 3 to 5 officers to hold down one of the much stronger and quicker youths, the 'Charge' was like a lethal weapon. The border patrol captured nearly one hundred of the youths. The Americans had a small army in hiding that very few people noticed in plain clothes and were able to apprehend a large group, but still had no response for the majority of the youthful immigrants that succeeded in their quest of crossing the border illegally.

The patrol had helicopters, dozens of local law enforcement agencies and off road vehicles to track down dozens of others. The bad news was that they had to drive van loads of captives back over to the Mexican border in order to make room to arrest the much faster youths, then drive back and reload the vans and dump more captives out over and over until it got too dark to see. And just like that the 'Charge' had concluded. The crowds laughed as they quickly got in their vehicles and headed back up North on hwy CA-905.

CHAPTER TEN  
Advocates of Injustice

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

According to the State's Equal Opportunity Commission (known hereafter as (E. O. C.) decisions White Americans stood a far better chance in winning a favorable outcome than that of Black Americans and other minorities combined. The percentages are terrorizing!

Most people have no ideal nor can they understand this 'Brand New Mix' in defining racism. White women have become the largest minority group. This group wins 65% its cases where a White man is a Respondent and nearly 97% perfect against Black men and other minority males.

If a minority Plaintiff has an undisputable case, the commission while its advocating still for big business the commission cancels out the credible witnesses for the Plaintiffs it does not want on record, totally will ignore or intentionally over look pertinent evidence in the Plaintiff's favor and then adding insult to injury by using cajolery tactics Plaintiffs find themselves walking away with $500.00 settlements after all of their civil rights were wanton and willfully violated. On the other hand in similarly situated cases, White Plaintiffs receive far more monetary relief settlement packages ranging from $5,000.00 or higher from a business violating their civil rights. What's the difference? Go figure!

On the other hand all other minority groups make up 3.7% of favorable decisions handed down in their favor. What's even more horrifying is that cases involving Black men and women as plaintiffs combine fail to post a winning percentage within the hundredths place, therefore it must be calculated in ratio in the lowest of terms, which is 1 out of every 27, 000 cases. In percentage terms .00001% favorable decisions this is noted for the critic's sake.

Go figure! This invention of a protected class alone clearly wipes away past, present, and future civil right violation claims submitted by Black Americans and other minorities straight off the face of the earth! According to the commission and other authorities, their case configurations, records, statistics and their experts, racism simply does not exist in America. The decision maker's are claiming by the reports of their selected fact finders that very little evidence of discrimination exist against Blacks, and other selected minority groups in the United States.

Sexual harassment, equal wages, promotions, and medical leaves all play a major role in the newly created protected class (White Women) 'Take Over' or 'Make Over? First, in brief, a 'Take Over' happens when a group has the power and authority to enforce their own agenda without the people's input or approval. Secondly, very briefly, a 'Make Over' occurs when those who are in authority elected by the people hold the supreme power to narrow down the issues at hand that will suit their hidden motives and agendas. One issue stands firm, even if ignored; wide spread racism, hatred and bigotry exist anywhere and every where in America if you ask the 90% of its citizens.

The average duration period for an E. O. C. complaint to be resolved is 26 months. (Bullshit! If it takes that long than there must be a ton of-wide spread violations of racism in every city.). This gives the Respondents or businesses favorable opportunity all right to coerce witnesses, falsify documents and contaminate any and all other evidence against their interests. It makes it nearly impossible for any plaintiff of the protected class to defend their civil rights.

Now back to the story;

The information above clearly explains why Gracie, Lou and other black workers were hesitant to file civil right complaints. They had absolutely no routes of receiving fairness, nor equal justice in the town of Littleton. To them it felt like they resided in Bell, Ca.

Take the case involving four white women who won their civil rights case (By settlement) in a matter of a few short months. The group ganged up on a Mexican waiter downtown at the local grill. Every Wednesday was ladies' night. The group would go out to have dinner and dance.

It wasn't long before one of the women developed a heated desire for the waiter who was married with a family to support of eight. But, that information simply flew over this young lady's radar, she wanted relations with this man and nothing was going to change her mind. We'll call her name, Becky Dole.

Becky desires for the young waiter took a mind of it own. She fondled and caressed the man every chance she got. The man informed his boss, the owner and later the police and the results were no better than the actual harassment itself. Becky escalated her efforts by grabbing the man's private parts and on some occasions held him at bay. The man was powerless. If the man resorted to defending himself at any point his actions would have resulted in him having hell to pay in full on top of being deported.

And once she discovered the news that his paper work (renewal of work permit) was held up in the court system, Becky took full liberty with the man by coercion and force. He surrendered his virility into her hands. The man became her sex slave. Just the thought of breaking the law or being accused of a crime encaged the man.

She eventually released the man from the chain that bound him after months of satisfying her lust pleasures once he poured out his heart and soul to an understanding white manager. An unknown witness recorded conversations of the women plotting and gave copies to the police.

Although the man was a Mexican immigrant on the right side of the law, he made a very big mistake in reporting the incident to authorities. Becky received a six month court probation and 30 days community service and in other words, she received a light slap on her wrist. But the man would suffer far worse in the months to come. After being mocked and ridiculed by the authorities, not to mention the beat downs he encountered by the town's white bullies, someone threw a grain of salt in his paper work that threatened his stay in the US.

That was the least of his problems. After informing his wife of the affair, Becky filed a sexual harassment complaint against the bar and grill, with the States' E. O. C. and by the time the smoke cleared. The man's wife divorced him. He was terminated from his job and in return for settling the case of charges Becky was awarded a five figure settlement agreement with the bar owner.

Unfortunately her revenge did not stop there, she and the other three ladies file a bogus report with the police, and the man was arrested on four counts of attempted sex assault. In a matter of a few months the man was tried, convicted, and sentenced to seven years in prison and upon release deported.

Years later the true story surfaced and the conviction was overturned but the man's relatives never could locate the ex-waiter.

Alisha Dole, age 19 was a young African American assigned to line-5. Aspen the white racist-skin head sexually assaulted her on a daily basis out in the open for all to see and didn't care who witnessed his perverted behavior. Apparently neither did his superiors. Her complaints with the E. O. C. and police department felled on deaf ears and even worse it open the door to further assaults and retaliation from most of the white employees siding with Aspen.

The Commission wanted to know how she managed to get dozens of Blacks and other minorities to sign affidavits against Aspen. Like that should be the main issue at hand, to them it really mattered in the decision making. Go figure! Aspen's lawyer was assigned to him by the company which produced three times as many affidavits, but those did not come in to question during the investigation.

Aspen was a convicted murderer, child molester, racist, and a complete ass hole. Those are known facts. But, Aspen still managed to mustard up far more support from the remaining Blacks and other minorities. Go figure! Again not even that was in question. It was clear that the Commission was advocating on Aspen's behalf.

I'm convinced that there are only two types of investigators operating at the E. O. C. in every state. The first is the 'Career Investigator' who's just out for the take, excepting cash, gifts, and favors. No one is monitoring their moves. So falsifying documents and evidence becomes common practice. Open to being bought and sold to the highest bidder!

The second type are the racist or house type, simply there to do just what they do and that is to eliminate any and all traces of discrimination, case by case. White is right, Black is wrong attitude. It's nearly impossible to stop racist businesses and individuals from committing acts of civil rights violations. Especially when the enforcement is lax and remised, so the commission stoops lower than blue tongue snakes or yellow-skinned toads and illegally put a choke hold into the handling of cases filed by Blacks and other selected minority groups in order to erase any and all traces of their racist and shameless systems, bigot codes and hateful traditions.

Tax dollars of hard working citizens pay the wages of the commission staff. Voters elect Officials who appoint the commission staff, its investigators, and decision makers who smiles in the faces of Blacks and other minority groups. The donations and campaign funds received by the (Hand-shakers)are the candidates who are in office or running for office come from (Big Vamps)big businesses like Device, Inc. and everywhere else in America. Go figure! What Hand-shaker will refuse to bail-out his or her Big-Vamp?

Back to the story;

Alisha eventually resigned from her position after hearing that the commission dismissed her case due to insufficient evidence. Aspen went on sexually assaulting and harassing women without any interruptions.

And those who trip on the same step always trips on that same step when he forgets that that same step is there!

CHAPTER ELEVEN  
Man from Honduras

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Carlos 'Bee' Casper was born in South America in a medium size town right on the Pan-American Highway in a town called Choluteca, Honduras. He stood 5'5" and weighed in at a stocky 200lbs. He had a jet-black mustache, medium beard, and a head full of jet-black hair. Who worked as a farmer and also a beekeeper. Many believed him to be Mexican. And this is where the story begins;

He is believed to be the only human being to have walked every step of the way from his home town to the American-Mexican border port of entry in Naco, Arizona. After finding his way he applied for a work permit, took English classes, and later married a woman living in Sasabe, Arizona.

Many of you are already bore. 'Man this story sucks! For those who do not know that the Pan-American Hwy stops or beings in Prudhoe Bay in Alaska and starts or ends in a town called Ushuaia in South America. Rumors are that this Carlos may be the first and only man to unofficially walk the entire 30,000 mile trip even through the 100 miles of deadly swamps and topical forest of The Dari'en Gap months before traveling (By Foot)to the US.

Years ago Honduras found itself fighting itself in civil wars, a coup, a few invasions and its neighbors to the West, El Salvador and its neighbors to the East, Nicaragua and other countries siding with the three. By the time the wars ended and the in-fighting ceased each country found themselves stuck with nearly 250,000 immigrants and/or refugees. Likewise each country began kicking out the uninvited visitors.

Carlos got married at the age of 14 to a woman that we will call Maria. Her father was born in Nicaragua and her mother in El Salvador. When the call came down to oust the Nicaragua immigrants from Honduras tragedy stuck, half of Carlos' and Maria's family members were jailed or deported. Yes, there were a lot of mistake being intentionally made especially if one own a piece of land. Carlos' family own land as well as Maria's Family. Those lands produced sugar, salt, a variety of fruit, seafood products, and gold. The Honduras Government composed a plan and big business from around the world offered their resources. A year later the door bell ranged for the immigrants from El Salvador to go home.

Maria could not prove that she was born in Honduras. By the way, Maria held all the deeds to her family's properties there as well. The government ceased the properties and Maria was deported. Carlos protested and thousands joined. His properties were eventually ceased and a warrant went out for his arrest either dead or alive. And that's when he placed one foot in front of the other straight up the world's longest highway.

Mr. Bee and his new wife eventually left Arizona and relocated here in the town of Littleton. Each day he made the five mile walk through rain, sleet, flood, and snow. He was the first employee to arrive at Device, Inc., and the last to leave.

Before the likes of Alexis, Kurt and Aspen-there was two wicked crooks by the name of Phillip who was the production manager and Casey who was in charge of the line supervisors as well as the crew leaders. They wore Nazi-hats, admitted to having K. K. K.-membership and brought a confederate flag on a pole to work everyday without any shame. They were so mean that even the racists hated them. Phillip and Casey addressed the Blacks as spooks and the Hispanics wetbacks. Go figure! The President of the United States is of color.

The two monsters received absolute power one day when several Black and Hispanics braved up against them on the production floor. The cowards slowly walked towards the office and went inside. Everyone cheered the men for standing up. Phillip returned smiling and minutes later Casey returned with dozens of law enforcement agents and a list of the offenders. A total of four Blacks and eight Hispanics were arrested. The blacks were charged with assault, tried, convicted, and sentenced to 3 years in prison. The Hispanic men had there hearts ripped to pieces after they did 6 months in jail they were deported leaving behind wives and dozens of young children became fatherless. The White that disagree and could have put Phillip and Casey in their place said nothing at all making the whole group just as guilty.

No one challenged the two after that incident, their rules-ruled the floor. Months later the fight of the century brewed up with Phillip and Casey sabotaging Mr. Bee's finished product. Mr. Bee had been employed long enough at Device, Inc. to train a lot of people including myself. As a matter of fact he has trained more people than Gracie. At sixty-eight he still had the soul of a young fighter in his prime.

Anyway, Casey would wait until Mr. Bee stamp and approve in writing a finish pallet of 24 boxes. Then Casey would take off 8 good boxes and replaced the with 8 bad ones, rewrapped the pallet and snitch Mr. Bee out to the big wigs. On the other hand, Phillip would have line-5 conduct a test pallet, every box made up of mistakes like malfunctions, electric wiring, and bad switches. Mr. Bee's name was forged on the pallet and placed in the shipping department. It didn't take much to convince the Hispanic women working in that department to ship it to the customer first class.

Chase, Jr. acted as their mentor and every week Mr. Bee found himself in the front office discussing the bad shipments. He continued to blame the pallets on Phillip and Casey, "It's a set-up!" Chase, Jr. knew his excuse carried a lot to truth, but that wasn't his concern. The main issue at hand was that nine pallets went out bad and it costs $475 each to ship. Chase, Jr. knew that the two idiots were not coughing up a cent. So Mr. Bee was given a choice, either pay for the mistakes or take a hike. Mr. Bee made the nine payments out of his paycheck every week.

Mr. Bee filed a civil rights complaint with the E. O. C. He first mustard up 14 Blacks from line-5 and over thirty Hispanic witnesses on various lines. On many occasions the pair would strike him in the face or with a blunt object after work one day Mr. Bee filed a report with the police naming Phillip and Casey as the aggressors. But the next move was even more daring than the first, Mr. Bee agreed to mediation with the company before the case took wings. A plan that would possible end the careers of Phillip and Casey for good and get back nearly $5000.00 paid to the company for the shipment frame up.

It came to no surprise to learn that all of the witnesses were being intimidated and coerced into changing their side of the story to meet the company's interests. Device, Inc., went to the extremes to protect its low case management. And to show the witness they meant business, five of the Hispanic witnesses were trick into using the company van to go pick up meals for the party at a fast food joint. A pound of marijuana and two sawed-off shot guns were planted underneath the seats in the rear of the van.

Someone called the police and directed them to the van. The men were pulled over, a search was conducted, the weapons and drugs were found. Phillip and Casey foolishly thought that the five men would be arrested, serve a few years and be deported. No! Each of the men were handed twenty year sentences or more. What makes it so bad is the fact that no private attorney would represent them. The public defender assigned to all five men neglected to question witnesses or finger print the evidence and most certainly brushed aside Carlos' testimony. The pair of crooks felt bad for a hot minute and it was business as usual. All of Carlos witnesses turn mute, not one of them spoke to him at work.

But, still the state complaint began to eat away inside the heart of Device, Inc. The big wigs knew they were beat. They knew nothing about the schedule or both state and federal investigators plans of visiting the plant. And they did and spoke with dozens of Black as well as dozens of White employees. At a rapid pace the company started to crumble under pressure from the bottom to the top. Device, Inc. was on tremble control without a cure or remedy to stop a possible massive take down that was fast approaching in their area. Threatening Federal witnesses is indeed a Federal offense. Go figure!

Carlos drafted and attempted to offer the company a modest and thrifty settlement proposal straight from paradise, but the decision makers were too forward, willful, recalcitrant, egotistic, and selfish to say the least. The company went even farther in its waywardness by not responding to the good faith offering.

It all began with Mr. Bee going into the cafeteria for a cold bottle of water in the refrigerator. The water bottles were usually kept in the rear on the top shelf. Mr. Bee had to reach over other bottled drinks to get to the water, as he reached he accidentally knock over a glass bottle of cranberry juice which felled to the floor and shattered. He took full ownership and sought out the owner to pay for his mistake.

Phillip, Casey, and Mark another crew leader just happened to be standing right outside the cafeteria door shooting the breeze lying to each other with serious facial expressions. Anyway, Mr. Bee walked up with two dollars in his hand and attempted to give it to Mark. "What's this for little man?" Mark asked standing over six feet.

"Excuse me Sir, I accidentally busted your cranberry juice. Please except this as payment."

Suddenly Phillip shouted out in a raging fit. "That was my cranberry juice, you silly ass wet back fucker!" Mr. Bee didn't say a word. "You son of a bitch I should take you in the back and beat you to death!"

Everyone in hearing distance thought Phillip was just horsing around with Carlos, so they all started laughing which enraged him all the more. Phillip was so out of control that he stuck Carlos down and knocked him out cold. High above a young Connie Chase and two Federal Investigators watched the whole incident through a large picture window over looking the production floor. Phillip was called to the office where he was fired. What a fool he lost a $25.00 an hour job because he refused to apologize to Carlos for accidentally breaking a $1.49 bottle of cranberry juice. Really! Two days later and out numbered Casey handed in his keys and resigned.

Carlos' Bee' Casper settled the case with the company for an undisclosed amount of money and dropped the assault charges against Phillip. Less than a year later Mr. Bee retired and he and his wife returned to Arizona.

CHAPTER TWELVE  
Yuan-Renminbi Speaks

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

Li Cheng-Tang was born in China in an Northeast city of approximately 5 million citizens called Lianyungang which is a province of Jianasu along the shore of the Yellow Sea. The city like most Chinese cities was under constant development. He once stated it was called 'An Economic and Technical Development Zone.' Lianyungang sat just about 200 miles North of Shanghai. Li also mentioned that his hometown wasn't the best nor the worst of places, but in due time the new construction projects would better its chances in becoming a beautiful city to raise a family.

Mr. Tang would be the proper way in addressing him if we were in China. He would also greet me as Mr. Wolff. In the United States, we greet each other by first names or nick names and often times we address elders as Mister or Mrs. adding whatever their last names may be.

Line-4 at Device Inc. is where most of the Asians employees were assigned. Yes, it's modern day segregation. The illegal immigrants arrive from Japan, The Koreas, Mongolia, Thailand, Taiwan, Philippines, and many other Asian counties. There is always a certain type of silence on that line and Asians rarely talk to each other while they're working and especially in front of Americans. Maybe they foolishly thought that we were a lot smarter than we looked. When they did communicate amongst one another it was like a secret code they would use. Who knows what they're saying, I believe the conversation is about the same ass holes most of us hate being around.

I found it odd that Mr. Tang at age 45 years enjoyed going out on the town with a bunch of wild and drunk twenty year olds on Friday nights. He would order one shot of whiskey and a bottle of beer and sip it slowly for the rest of the night. I know he would rather have a case of ice cold Tsingtoa or a fifth of Korean soju. Li never would dance, he would just sit and smile watching us act like damn fools on the dance floor. He spoke just enough English for us to understand him and for him to know what the hell we were talking about.

But, I could tell that there was a deep dark secret waiting to explode in side of him. Mr. Tang did absolutely nothing to hide it either. Often one could hear him talking to himself on the line and even worse actually answering his own questions. The rest of the Asians thought that he was missing more than a few marbles. Others seem to treat him as a good buddy.

One Friday night Lou and Rudd found two willing females to dance with every song, so Mr. Tang followed me outside for a smoke. He started loosening up and told me stories about enormous sea monsters coming out of the Yellow Sea. Li began talking about his wife named Bi Lin, meaning 'green jade-beautiful jade' respectively in Chinese. His first name meant 'power and strength and his middle name meant 'accomplish and succeed.' The two had five teenage daughters ages 14 thru 19 years. Soon Mr. Tang would open up even more and reveal the adventures of his life.

A month had passed by and that day finally rolled around as we sat sipping a cup of mocha at a coffee shop down the street from work. Li stated that some twenty years ago at the age of 25, he and his wife at 20 yrs. old decided to have children. He wanted one son and a daughter, but Mrs. Tang just wanted some little ones to love and cherish. Fresh out of college he was hired by the largest finance firm in the country. In order to keep his job with the firm he had to agree and sign an agreement to have no more than two off spring. Mr. Tang literally would sign away his own life as he knew it, but wouldn't realize it until twenty years later.

Bi Lin became pregnant after a year of marriage. Eight months passed by pretty quick and she was due one afternoon on the nine month while Mr. Tang was still hard at work. His boss and two other executives rush to his office to inform him of the good news concerning Bi Lin. Mr. Tang became over thrown with excitement and anxious as he drove 30 miles to the hospital. He made it just in time to change into a set of scrubs and cut the umbilical cord of their brand new baby girl. Deep down inside Li desperately wanted to hold an infant boy that day, but he didn't allow himself to sink into a disappointing mood and steal away the joy from the couple's first born child.

A year later Mr. Tang was at home spoiling his young daughter and once again Bi Lin was pregnant. She was showing twice the size as she was with the first born. Her mother became concerned and had recently flew up from Japan where she built her retirement ranch style home with her own hands a few years ago. Bi Lin's mom knew about the two offspring rule and suggested that the family visit her at her home.

One of the best paternity physicians' in the region resided in Japan and off the family flew to see why Bi Lin was so large this time around. Meanwhile Mr. Tang never mentioned to his firm about the family expecting a new member which was an intentional breach of contract.

A month went by and Li took a two week vacation to fly back to Japan to be with his family. Bi Lin did not feel well enough to fly back home and her decision to remain may have save the family from some serious legal troubles. She soon found out that the family would be adding two additional members instead of one. Once again Li made it to the hospital just in time to cut two umbilical cords this time and with a sadden heart that neither of the twins was a baby boy.

Mr. Tang had flew back home once his vacation time expired. Mrs. Tang stayed behind with the kids and her mom. The top executives at the firm begin asking suspicious questions whenever Li showed up at company meetings, dinners and other functions without his wife. Li would give his bosses one lame duck excuse after another. It wasn't long before the firm went proactive and hired a private investigator to check up on their junior partner and report any and all findings directly back to the firm. At the same time Mrs. Tang had debating thoughts that moved her to deeply think about being out of sight and away from her husband for so long that she immediately took the first flight home along with their first born. She was unaware while taking her luggage inside the house that the PI patrolled by scoping out her every move.

As time passed Mr. Tang caught on to his firm's investigating tactics and acted accordingly in defensive mood. Over the years the couple had two more daughters in the same Japanese hospital under a different last name to throw off the snooping-busy body PI.

It so happens that the family was in Japan one mid-summer's afternoon enjoying the wild waves then low and behold the PI stood in the shadows observing and taking pis of the entire family. The PI rushed to the hotel lobby and attempted to make a long distance call to inform the firm of his findings.

The man dialed the operator and ironically the operator was Bi Lin's aunt, she noticed that the man was attempting to call Li's workplace and she deterred his calls on dozens of occasions. The aunt immediately informed Bi Lin's mom, her sister. Before long the entire family had direct knowledge of the firm's bogus contract and their sinister plot to send Li and his family straight to the poor house. The PI continued to grind a path behind the family everywhere they went in Japan.

Meanwhile the PI's wife or whoever the woman was with him continued taking pics and recording Mrs. Tang and the children. By that time Mr. Tang answered his cell and quickly rounded up his family and after leaving the kids in a safe place the couple head back home to Lianyungang just one flight ahead of the trailing PI. Once they arrived home the couple gather all their valuables that they could carry and asked a friend to oversee the remaining property to a secret storage location.

### The Great Escape

Armed with two 9 millimeter automatic pistols and plenty of ammunition, two survival back packs and 5 million Chinese yuan renminbin equivalent to nearly $800,000.00 in U.S. currency the couple made their way back to the airport. Once at the terminal Mrs. Tang spotted a build up of dozens of the people's armed police officers and the ministry of public security agents. In a mad haste the couple slipped pass the patrol I into the darkness of a near by wooded park just 70 yards from the shore.

The glare of the early sunrise awakened the couple to the first day of experiencing homelessness and even worse they were now wanted criminals. The Tangs could not back track towards the airport behind them nor return to their home or use their cell phones on Chinese soil. The only logical choice in escaping arrest was to cross the Yellow Sea and make it to a southern island province of South Korea. That is exactly what the Tangs decided to do. First they gather bamboo, rope and constructed a raft for two by day. When night fall came the two floated off the coast of China without being spotted through the ice cold wavy waters.

Through it all Mr. Tang never revealed to his wife that his firm was involved in smuggling young Chinese girls throughout Asian and selling them into the sex trade. High winds and torrential rain poured down upon the couple's hopes. They nearly sunk dozens of times. Bi Lin was tossed overboard and with a quick hand Li grabbed his wife out of the murky deep. The sea was infested with great whites, giant sting rays, and killer whales waiting to take a bite out of their motivation in escaping the communist country. Floating from island to island, swirling down the coast of South Korea the Tangs had sailed over a thousand miles until they finally reached the shores of Sogwipo a small city on the Island of Cheju. Another week would fly by and the Tang paid a fishing boat captain to take them south to Japan.

Li stated that he and his family traveled nearly 8,000 miles in less than 45 days at sea before reaching the shores of California. And at every check point he paid cash in order for customs or patrols to turn a blind eye. The family became illegal immigrants as they entered the port of San Diego where other relatives and friends resided who took them in with open arms.

Furthermore, Li mentioned that the trip was a living hell, every 500 miles or so a ship would stop the fishing boat and rob the captain of whatever they could get. He stated that once a band of pirates attempted to kidnap two of his daughters. The first mate, a Japanese sailor, in a daring move shot the leader and the band of thugs fled. If it wasn't packages being loaded onto another ship at sea, they were unloaded to another vessel and even people were changing from one ship to another. Whatever was happening Li's focus stuck to his young family's safety.

On another occasion the large fishing vessel was hit by artillery fire, managed to make it through three powerful storms and once again attacked by rebels who took over the boat temporarily. Li quickly pulled out his weapons and convinced the bandits to abort their mission. The rebels agree to leave after taking all the food and water that was on board forcing everyone on the boat to thirst and starve the last six days of the voyage.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN  
Souls of Sell-Outs

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Decision makers, upper, middle, and lower management as well as their gorillas yielded to no boundaries in how they abused and viciously treated Blacks and Hispanics (illegal aliens) without remorse.

Kurt along with his KKK brothers Aspen and Benny knew that the EOC and rogue law enforcement were on Device's payroll as well. Therefore where would Blacks and Hispanics report these continuous acts of discrimination and criminal activity to without suffering harsh retaliation? Blacks routinely lost their bids for justice throughout the history of America everywhere. Hispanics faced a far more cruel consequences filing complaints. They face imprisonment, stiff fines as high as $5,000.00 or more and deportation there after. Families were instantly divided and often it took years or centuries to re-unite with their loved ones.

The NAACP never responded to any of their grievances, only cameras could make them come out of hiding and again the police would arrest the victim often minority rather than the offender which was often White. Basically all the groups were on the same sinking raft stranded at sea.

Blacks were more likely to fight back as a whole. When one went under the gun he or she was reassigned to another location within the plant working alone to allow Kurt's hoodlums to freely gang up on that individual and force him or her to quit. In return Device would not be liable to pay unemployment.

Illegal aliens were screwed all the way around their abuse was out in the open and boldly applied for all to witness. Each group had several overseers (normally other selected aliens), training, watching and if it came down to it physically disciplining the accused. These idiots were given no special provisions or no extra pay-few received a different color T-shirt or crew leader patch that they paid for to satisfy the egos.

Aspen and other crew leaders had more children in one year at Device than all the White residents in the entire city combined. This is how that worked. There were only two types of pregnant females. The first were old enough and the second wasn't old enough. Who or where would they filed their complaints? What agency would defend their civil rights? How about their Human rights?

You must understand and keep in mind as I mentioned in earlier chapters that illegal aliens had evil coaches of the same race and nationality taming, bending souls and spirits according to Device's code of inhumane orders. If a trainer told them to leap off a cliff the order would be obeyed. They lied when told to do so and beat down their own people when instructed to do so as well. It's a shame, but true! These same tactics can be found all over the US in factories and many meat packing plants.

Not all NAACP branches are operating on sell-out control. Wicked individuals have disguised themselves as black activists for centuries double-crossing their own race. You can find them in large and small cities alike. They can be easily identified by word and deed. Shaking an empty can only achieves the movement of the wind. If you were drowning in a pond these bastards would merge a river with it and ensure your last breath. Indeed they are Black, but not Black enough. Indeed they are Hispanic, but some work hard against their own.

The NAACP was established in 1909 just seven years earlier Upton Sinclair wrote "The Jungle" which exposed corruption, contamination of meat products, abuse of employees and a host of other inhumanities. Basically corporate injustice, brutal work tactics, coercion, forced servitude by refusing to pay over time rates, etc...the list is wide as well as long. I'm here to inform you that this madness exsist in over 85% of businesses in America today.

Furthermore, six years earlier, W. E. B. Dubois wrote "The Souls of Black Folks."

And in summary there's only one law. One law for Whites to receive justice in white mansions of togetherness, and one law for Blacks to receive injustice while divided and living in the slums of hell. Only one law that holds firm in its letter two entirely different, and opposite meanings word by word and precept by precept.

In 1905 a small group of African Americans formed "The Niagara Movement" their focus was aimed mostly at Southern states at first. The task was to end disenfranchisement towards people of color, to compose a plan to combat the problem and bring forth favorable resolutions to parties victimized by the deadliest disease on earth which is racism. Wherefore, The Niagara Movement ran out of stream and a small interracial group many from the movement joined forces an formed The NAACP with the very same objectives and a different approach which was women and children taking the lead.

Women and children of all races and nationalities took to organizing in schools, clubs, churches, and colleges. They flooded the communities and branches formed. The organization had a rocky start there were ups and likewise there were downs, but eventually perseverance, unity, and persistence paid off. Where are The Souls of Black folks, now? What has happened to you? Arise!

Over a hundred years later there are some branches that have evolved into photo booming celebrities or branches for profit. Out of the half-baked oven the unskilled activists with no battle experience stoops to using cajolery to dismiss his or her race complaints for a pat on the back, acting as agents to advocate on behalf of the racist offenders. Shame on you bastards of the human race!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN  
False Misconceptions

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.  
Many people have bound themselves with the false misconception that every illegal immigrant crossing The American-Mexican borders has to be from Mexico. This notion may have been true some 25 years ago, but today illegal immigrants covering the entire continent of South America out numbers Mexico's exodus in America nearly 7 to 1. The only thing these groups have in common is language. They all tend to speak Spanish, new, old or broken.

We discussed ' The Charge' and ' The Swim' in earlier chapters. Now let's look at 'The Fly.'

Illegal immigrants are not always poor and illiterate as rumors would have it. Some cross the borders with tens of thousands of dollars, if not millions. And that's where 'The Fly' comes into play.

Airplanes fly into the US like clock work arriving from Barbados' Grantley airport, several airports located in the Dominican Republic, The T. B. Lettsome in The British Virgin Islands, The Owen Roberts in The Cayman Islands, The Goloson airport in Honduras, Crown Point airport catering to Trinidad and Tobago and many more planes land upon US soil loaded with wealthy illegal immigrants. While many worked hard for their money, there are some who would make terrorists look like daycare providers just simply landing in American Cities without resistance and mixing and then just disappearing into the population.

This story deals with an iniquitous and nefarious couple that will turn your hearts and souls inside out with sorrow and grief. I will be as brief as possible touching on the perfidious and unthinkable deeds in which this couple committed against human beings. It is so hideous and evil that it will make the stuff knees of an atheist bow down in tearful prayer.

Marcus and Gloria were not their real names. Those were the names they hand selected when they first arrived at Device, Inc. out of the pot of fake ID's supplied by the company. Neither spoke much nor left each other's sight. They were like identical twins when one was asked a question the other jumped in or completed the answer. No one tried to separate the couple so they got away with it each time. The couple spoke fluent French. No one knew how to speak French nor were there any interrupters on hand, so everyone thought.

They both were born in Cali, Columbia. Let's start with Marcus. He worked long hours at the paper mill when he was a young kid. Ten years passed and technology did away with the demand for paper. He started selling drugs on a low scale and eventually entered the ranks with the main dealers in the city. Gloria became his best client. She was the mother of 5 young children by 5 different men. Her day job was at the local hospital were she worked as an orderly transporting patients from one room to another as well as cleaning those rooms.

Rumor has it that Marcus put his trust in three of his top soldiers handing over a third of his empire to each. One kept coming up short and one day simply disappeared. The following month the second was shot down in a raid. The authorities captured both hundreds of thousands in cash and dozens of kilos of cocaine stuffed in household products with false bottoms. The third and remaining soldier saw an opportunity to become the boss and took advantage by ousting Marcus and his family from the city.

Gloria discovered the bad news and immediately relocated and met up with Marcus in the town of Bogota, Columbia. There the two became lovers, full time dope fiends and part time dealers. The rumors that were spreading claims Marcus came up once again big time and sought revenge against his remaining ex-soldier. It was alleged that Marcus kidnapped the man's young daughter and son. Then stuffed a half of kilo of cocaine inside and on their person and smuggled them across the border in one of the lower states. He removed his product from the children and sold them to sex traders.

A year later the ex-soldier surfaced calling for Marcus' life. By that time Marcus had once again hit rock bottom. He picked up his family, Gloria's family and went into hiding. The bunch were starving and living in caves. Marcus did the unthinkable. He went into town at nights and prostituted his wife and eldest daughter. He had two others who ran away and were never found. This went on for weeks eventually he made enough money to purchase one kilo of cocaine. And like a bat out of hell he sold his wife and daughter to the highest bidder.

He and Gloria settled in a small village twenty miles North of Bogota. After revealing what he had done a year early and to his family, Gloria proposed the same for her five children and that's what they did. Three of the children were sold into the sex trade and soon the remaining two young boys would accompany the devilish pair to the El Dorado Airport in route to America.

Amazingly, out of no where a Wealthy American family was in a disparate search of a compatible kidney donor. Freda was close friends with Gloria and also worked at the hospital. She was also the girl friend of Gloria's half-brother who we will call Kevin. Freda did her research and discovered that Kevin's blood type and other attributes matched the kidney request at nearly 97% positive. But there was one problem. Kevin was incarcerated about to do a fresh ten year sentence.

Word has it that through her connections at the hospital, Freda pulled up the directory information on the wealthy couple and started negotiations. It wasn't long before a legal team landed and reached the El Dorado Detention Center. By the time the dust settled Kevin was not only a free man, he also had an American medical visa and a hand full of other legitimate papers. Wow!

During this entire medical ordeal the two couples were in constant communication. Marcus and Gloria at first abandoned the two young boys in the topical forest with a band of rebels for weeks. They made it to the Mexican border and were run off by the warlords. Many would say the boys were in good hands for a while. The couple saw profit and returned to fetch the boys. Their plan was to smuggle two kilos of cocaine into the US using the air and the boys with Kevin's help.

So it turns out that is exactly what took place. They landed in one of the Southern states and somehow the couple made it to the Town of Littleton.

Remember, line-3 where most of the Spanish speaking workers were assigned? It turns out that there was a lady working on that line in the same section with Marcus and Gloria that spoke French. This lady started recording their wicked conversations on her cell phone since day one. This entire story is rooted in her investigation. The day the unsavory couple was to be arrested the lady slipped when Gloria was having difficulty putting together a wiring harness. So she assisted Gloria in assembling it the correct way just before lunch break in French. Really!

The couple never returned to work after lunch to witness thirty Federal and State law enforcement agents waiting to place them under arrest. Even more shocking Miss Lady had a big problem of her own. It turns out that a few years earlier her sufficient other mysteriously vanished and is presumed to be dead. The authorities in Bogota put a warrant out for her arrest and the agents were please to assist in the apprehension of the woman. Once she let the cat out of the bag and spoke in French to Gloria any and all deals she had with the authorities flew straight out the window. And as for the two remaining young boys, word has it that they both were sold to a wealthy family at the border. Go figure!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN  
Greed Rules

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Chase, Jr. pumped up the volume on his private smuggling operation in Central America. His staff called the first group of twenty illegal immigrants to the front offices. Three brothers from Peru that went by the names Jose, Migel and Fernadez all went in and came out respectively by the name of Joseph, Michael, and Felton Mills. The company made it a practice to give all family the same fake last names. It ready didn't matter if they were caught-they were caught regardless. But no matter where you go there's a dreamer in every group of criminals! This process of passing out phony ID's lasted up to a week or so, until every illegal immigrant worker had a new name, driver's license, social security card and birth certificate.

Device went far beyond the bounds of immorality by hiring grave walkers to visit tombstones and steal the names from the dead. Then they would conduct research and find the deceases' social security number and birth certificate, then their fancy high paid lawyers and accountants would place the finishing touches on the documents. This also happened in civil law suits against Device, documents were falsified and dead witnesses rose from their graves with affidavits bearing their signatures.

This rich bastard went even further. Somehow Junior got instant car credit with automatic financing and approvals all in the same day for sixty aliens. Another company office worker managed to have some of those vehicles tagged and plated on the very same day. It was important to the company that these illegal aliens didn't encounter traffic stops or any other problems getting to work. If a line was short of workers or broke down due to equipment failure, or stop for any reason while in production the company lost $1,500.00 a minute. Therefore not even the law was going to stop Device, Inc nor other companies or plants.

Meanwhile, auto dealerships came in picking up 3 to 5 workers, took them to the car lots and the illegal workers returned driving brand new vehicles and some even drove fancy whips with spinners. This took a little longer because the company had to start up a fraudulent insurance company since the only legit firm in town refuse to take over one hundred illegal clients.

What did it all mean? It meant that the dollar was hard at work on rogue state officials, dealerships, insurance companies, and fake identification processors. The buck didn't stop there it is believed that many aliens put money in these banks throughout town using one name and when they received fake ID's they attempted to withdraw those accounts under the fake names. Isn't it ironic, that there has been a string of bank murders involving Hispanic males throughout the country and it's a frightening coincidence. Why haven't these individuals demanded money when going into these banks to commit a robbery? Where are the bags to carry the money out?

Surely there should be a note? Where are the get away drivers? It doesn't seem right, more snakelike than anything that in every crime the get-a-way drivers are parking and also going into the bank! To me it displays all the characteristics of a hit than that of a robbery. No money is ever taken in the middle of the day around dozens of witnesses. I may be the only person wrong in everything I've said this morning, but later this evening I'll be the only person thinking right, because it seems to me that all three the banks, illegal immigrants and money have unfinished business all around the entire country. Likewise there are a lot of books you don't have to read to know what type of audience it's targeting. The main ideal speaks for itself on every cover!

I have been working for Device, Inc. for a few years driving a bucket that runs whenever it wants and there are hundreds of other hard working Americans here in the same position. Companies like Device make it hard to sympathize with the illegal aliens' nightmares and the turmoil they must brave. Jose and his brothers or should I say Joseph some how purchased a home. No renting involved and that's pretty darn good to only have been residing in America for six months.

Device started selling off its fleets of passenger vans. They were no longer needed since all the positions were filled with reserves on stand by. Chase, Jr. kept several just in case. It didn't take long for the rest of the illegal workers to find homes. An army of realty agents paraded through the plant and by shifts end every single alien had a new home to sleep in.

All Americans were order to set up a direct deposit account or be terminated, but the rules changed dramatically when it came to illegal workers. Managers, officer staff, crew leaders and anybody else who wanted to open up their very own bank charged 10% or higher to cash the personal paychecks for illegal workers every week. The banks were sitting on fat and to unload the money they begin handing out loans like stale bread from the mission as low as 5% interest and if needed no interest rate at all.

Nearly every business and individual in town was profiting off the over flow of aliens. No one said a single word about the illegal activity at the plant. That's because, they were to busy participating in the crime themselves. Everyday was business as usual. The bar went from 2 employees on one shift to over fifty and staying open 24/7 in a few short months. The lumber yard's staff shot from 5 to over seventy workers with a back log of orders at a two year waiting period, forcing them to build another yard directly across the street. The police noticed the population growth and by the time they submitted their grants for more officers the funds were their over night to do so.

Quinn Moore was the Human Resource manager for the plant and a young lady by the name of Tracy Lints was his assistant. If under aged aliens were employed at the plant they would have direct knowledge of it from day one. Because the minors needed yearly shots, physicals, dental care just to name a few and their medical bills shot through the roof. You guessed it! Even the hospitals and clinics jumped in the circus act often double billing and hiking therapy rates up as well as prescriptions. The two HR employees also paid the under the table allowances to the suppliers of false documents.

Another idiot behind the scenes was one Leslie Benes. Her job was simply to fake, shake, and make the money disappear on paper and keep the IRS, auditors and the bankers sleep at the wheel. As the accountant she also was responsible for paying off Mexican and South American smugglers. By the way, Aspen acted as the captain on the road in charge of the caravan, and get this, they all were refers! Meaning refrigerated with signs on both sides which said, 'Waste and sewage deposal.' Go figure! Since when does human shit needs to frozen? It most certainly doesn't stop the odor.

Well one night I decided to put in a few over time hours, Kurt requested that I fully stock the lines for the following shift. A large order needed to go out on the next shipment. And Salem also hung around wearing some tiny daisy-duke shorts and with that lustful look in her eyes. She didn't have much hanging out, but what did looked damn good and hot at the time. My cock got hard as hell pointing up and she took a front row seat to view the show.

We started making out and after a while she stated. "I want some of that!" She was pointing to my pleaser as she grabbed it firmly.

"Where would we do it?" I asked with no intention in following it through. "Girl, don't you know its cameras all around?"

Salem took me by the hand leading me out the back door and into the parking lot. "I know a good place to fuck." She opened the back door to one of the smuggling vans and we made our way inside. I couldn't believe my eyes how Aspen had it all pimped out. There were two bunk beds on each side, about two feet wide and 5 1/2 feet long. There was carpet from wall to wall with a small toilet, microwave, and refrigerator. It's easy to say that the illegal workers traveled in style at the least.

After finger fucking Salem while she sucked the white skin off my dick for over an hour or so, it was the first time I wanted to fuck her raw. By now many are questioning and criticizing or attempting to find the relevance of this story between Salem and myself. Allow me to be the bearer of such news. You see a verb needs an object (a noun) to describe an action. Example; The ball bounced. The man ran. Rarely do we find a verb that needs no object to show action. Follow me? A sex slave serves its master. I would fit in as an intransitive verb in waiting. I have no object, yet because I'm the main object to someone's objective.

Look, Salem is the daughter of evils, but she's not evil. I can't tell her to take a hike and upset evil by hurting her, now can I do such a thing? How would I survive with no job? I can't date anyone because it would make her upset. Salem chose me and that was that! I don't like it nor agree. One day I was a free man and the next day I was owned. Out of fear I can't date or flirt it would upset her and evil. She never threatened to have me fire, force me into anything or had me beat up although she has the power to do so. I'm hers be it slave or coward. She didn't ask my opinion nor inquired about my feelings. I'm an action in waiting describing not one object.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN  
Two Roads-One Way

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

Saundra once dated a man called Jerry. One day she woke up wanting to be a lesbian. Jerry was dismissed. He attempted to convince her to take him back for the remaining of the shift, but Saundra refused repeatedly. Jerry paced back and forth juddering in fear, for he knew what was to become of him.

Chase, Jr. did not tolerate anyone causing his daughters or his favorite female employees to shed a tear. Mr. Dalton, an ex-employee found out the hard way when he broke up the relationship he had with a woman favorite from Peru. The woman was balling her eyes out of their sockets and that same day he was given a chance to change his mind. He refused over and over again.

Mr. Dalton was fired at the end of the shift. 'The Beat Down' came into effect. Later that evening while walking through the park loaded with misery and dismay he was brutally attacked, beaten, and paralyzed from the neck down. He did not have any children. Before he was released from the hospital his brother mysteriously was fired from his job without any reason and so was his wife. All three became homeless and relocated to another city. Until this day many say that he was very lucky. Mr. Dalton's age played a major role when his penalty was served on him. Others in the past were not so fortunate.

Jerry's case was entirely a horse of a different color. He had no opportunity to make it right and by shift's end a 'Beat Down' was inevitable. Jerry attempted to make deals with the big wigs with no luck. Just like many others before him, he bolted out the door, went home, packed whatever he could carry, and whisked the fuck out of town. There were a few men who reported their problems to the police and still today they have plenty of time to think about how big of a mistake they had made. In today's world even a victim is considered a snitch going to the authorities. If that individual lands in an Littleton jail cell his pain of suffering will only be escalated.

Meanwhile, Lou and the rest of the Blacks on line-5 were being galumphed and tromped in every direction. No matter how hard or quick they worked as a unit the big wigs on the floor kept material rolling to the line. The company needed a few positions. Gracie was removed temporary from the line and relocated to another assignment. This wicked tactic happened often. The higher ups took their seats and watched the dog fight from the big window.

The first move was to get them to turn against each other, the sooner the better. While under an bombardment of new and repair materials a scripted crew leader would slip a irregular part onto the line knowing everyone has lost focus at this point. He or she would then stop the line after that defective part passes a certain number of workers.

Let's say the company needed six positions. Six to eight unwanted employees would be stationed together and any mistakes in that section of the line would make them all responsible, because they all touched and added additional pieces to that part.

Before the part even passes the targeted group, verbal fights kick off throughout the line. People start blaming, poking, and threatening, each other which are all grounds for termination. But the big wigs allow it to continue in order to seal the deal. To make matters worse crew leaders apply even more pressure by yelling and screaming at the entire group. A fist fight and destruction of property will undoubtedly occur and that's how Blacks lose their jobs. Why change a tactic that hasn't flopped or crumbled in nearly 500 years.

Other lines had a tail-3, meaning at the end of each line three people were needed to seal the finished package. Line-5 came up short, so Lou handled that position all by himself with little or no difficulty. He knew all the time the set up was in progress.

When illegal workers are in short supply companies hire Blacks to fill the void. another misconception is that illegal workers are the lowest paid employees. In fact Blacks are the lowest paid @ minimal wage or slightly higher no more than $10.00 per hour. That's simply because they are often hired by temporary staffing services under a ninety day probation period and illegal workers are hire @ $12.00 per hour or better directly by the company.

Again, Blacks tend to live in single family homes with one head of household residing there. The deal breaker is that illegal workers or legal Hispanic workers tend to have relatives and friends in need of a job which fills a position much faster and makes it less expensive than paying staffing agencies high rates for the use of their workers.

How the Blacks were being treated often brought tears to my eyes. Upper and lower management were over bearing, suspicious of every movement, rude in word and deed, disrespectful and hateful to say the least of all Black people.

If there's any such thing as compassion the elderly and injured could really use a small portion of it at least working at Device, Inc. Again, this group has a better chance of receiving mercy with a wild pack of hungry wolves than they do here. Once they reach a good old age on the lines they are systematically ousted. The injured don't even have a prayer especially if they are illegal workers their fate is predetermined. The back door is opened for them and they are asked to vacate the premises and ordered not to return under any circumstances or I. C. E. will be notified.

On the other hand Black workers seem to do more hurt to themselves than the big wigs here. Once a Black worker gets injured, a drug test is inevitable. Often the test is positive and so the song goes, "Get the funk out my place." HR sings. Now if the test comes back negative the company offers the injured a job with a high quota/standard that has to be made every shift, priority assignments where there's no room for error or offers the injured party a job in Tim-Buck-Two, even an absolute dummy knows this place doesn't exist. The company needs only one simple refusal to close the door to this case and they always get it.

Speaking of doors, I was instructed that I could use any door I wanted to enter the building. Wrong answer! One day I was about to go into the rear side door until Lou and Gracie handed me the 411 in great detail and changed my mind quick. "Hey, young man, where do you think you are going?" Gracie asked humorously with a serious look on her face.

"It's faster to clock in by my locker." I replied.

"They lied to you home-boy!" Lou stepped in and said. "You are going to get jumped on. The first thing they're going to accuse you of is being a nigga lover! Then beat your ass red. Just use the front door by the marble picnic tables, by those exotic flowers and where there's carpet on the inside and all that fancy stuff. We'll meet up later, player!"

It all caught me by surprise, hitting me below the belt, and sending a shock wave up and down my spine. Kurt and Benny met me on my way to the front entrance. "What in the hell are you doing back there?" Kurt loudly demanded to know. Benny began laughing.

"Just throwing away some trash that was in my car."

"Okay buddy, you scared the shit out of us there for a minute." Benny proclaimed still grinning.

"There's nothing but trash back there anyway!" Kurt pointed at the door and added. "This is our entrance and exit, understand? Learn it!"

'Totally unbelievable!' I said to myself this suppose to be America! People should have already changed their ways of thinking in this day and age. This type of racist shit is freaking me out. You can just bet everything that you own and win the jackpot that this type of cotton-picking, corn smashing and hay-baling bullshit is happening in every city, big or small!

Kurt went far beyond the backwoods and around the hills of Possum Creek by hiring the son of the Klan's Grand Imperial Wizard whose name was Aspen. The sad thing about it is I don't think anyone knew his real name. Aspen, the maniac, wasted no time at all swing his leather knotted whip (position of authority as a crew leader) across the backs of Blacks and Hispanics.

Case and point, the lunatic asked Kurt for permission to take an elderly Black man out in the back to 'Kick that old nigga's ass." Quote. The poor old man was depended on two steel mounts on each knee which allows him to move slowly around from point A to point B. He was also on medication and suddenly found himself to be Aspen's only competition. I immediately did an internet search on this creep and it turns out he served 15 years but his case is sealed which also means he's working for some law enforcement agency.

Alexis, Saundra, and Kurt wasted no time in ushering this crazy idiot into the rear offices to calm him down. After twenty minutes or so and noticing the blinds were open, I raised my hand so that Alexis could acknowledge me. She did so immediately and waved for me to come inside the office.

I entered the office and the ass hole stood up and had the nerve to ask me some stupid bullshit. "Are you with the brotherhood?" I became his brother because I had a bald head. I shook his hand without hesitation. The punk loved it. Since Alexis and Kurt was pointing out and approving the Blacks and Hispanics that he could harass, I needed to prove that I was on their team, but under false pretence.

Aspen then walked out of the office and started pushing and shoving the poor people around every chance he got. What he did was an assault anywhere in America. Every two to three words that proceed out of his month are either curse words or racial slurs." Fucking niggas or dumb ass niggas or beat those niggas to death!" Quote.

Since Aspen truly believed I was his kind (Klansmen) he pointed out all the Black and Hispanic sell-outs in a row. A sell-out is assisting and aiding someone to belittle, injure or cause harm to their own race of people without remorse or self-reproach. That piece of information took the entire cake! Lives are damaged or taken away for the mere price of nothing. "We're brothers now Freddie!" Aspen confirmed with the look of a demon in his eyes.

"Yea-buddy!" I faked the funk and agreed by offering him my hand first. We shook. He then saluted me as if we were Nazis. Then I asked him, "Where did all those unmarked cars come from? Brother I'm on parole. I can't get caught up." I lied.

"Brother everything is cool. We jacked those rides from a dealership four states away and by tomorrow they'll all be chopped into parts." Aspen confirmed with no hesitation. He then turned around smiling and simply walked away.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN  
Dividing Families

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

One night I received a phone call from Cynthia, Lou's sufficient other. Indeed it was late or early whatever way you want to call it, if it was anybody else I would not had answered my cell. But, she's on my top five priority list, so I answered as a friend of a friend. "Hello."

"Hey Freddie I apologize for calling you this time of the hour. I haven't heard from Lou nor is he answering his phone. Honey, do you know where he might be?"

Man I didn't want to keep on bullshitting with her like this. Lou's my home boy regardless of how he may be feeling about me not sticking up for him at work. I had to say something positive to calm Cindy down so I lied, "He's here drunk and passed out. He wakes up every half hour shouting your name and then falls back down asleep." And just like a dedicated wing man I created some lame tale with no control over its destination.

"Okay, I come over right now and pick him up."

"No-no, Cindy allow him to sleep it off and sober up some so that he can think seriously about you guys relationship. Maybe a night away he can really find what he wants to do and how to go about it. Therefore he can't get mad at me for interfering." Again I told a bold face lie. "I hope you can understand, Cindy that's all he wants is for people to allow him to have his man time.

It took her a few moments to reply." I guess it's a good ideal. I need to put my head together as well. Let him sleep it off Freddie and I'll talk to him in the morning sometime."

"That sounds like a winner girl. I'll let him nap and tell him to respond to your calls."

"Okay dear, good-bye."

"Alright I'll see you later." I said as I pressed the screen to end the call. I had a pretty good ideal where he might be, but even that was dust in the wind. Suddenly something told me to call Rudd. There was this girl named Amy who we met one Saturday night nobody wanted her so she came along with us to Rudd's crib and we all got wasted drowning in our sorrows. Amy had other plans and one by one she woke us up serve her dish in a gangbang. I called Rudd several times but he didn't answer. Finally the phone rang it was him. "Hello."

"What's up?" Rudd replied.  
"What took you so long to call me back dick face?"

"Well Amy borrowed my keys to the man cave she needed to freshen up a bit. So Jose or should I say Joseph offer to drive me home. My battery's low and I was saving juice in case she called.

"Why is Joseph driving you home? Where's your car?"  
"It's at work still. I realized that my car keys were on the same ring."

"Okay, clown where is Lou?"

"He slit. He said that he'll be right back."  
"How long ago did he-86?" I inquired further.  
"I'll say about a few minutes ago-not that long."

"Alright shit face let him know I need to talk. It's an emergency dump ass. Tell him to call me Asap!"

"Yeeeessir!'  
"Rudd don't forget."  
"I won't shit face!" Rudd yelled.  
"And by the way what's up with you and Amy? I thought she was a wham, slam and thank you ma'am? Are you in love with her now?"

"We're friends with Bens, nothing more nor nothing less. You and Lou liked her one night. So in return she let me fuck some of her friends and it's about to go down tonight when Lou brings back the swim caps."  
"How many chicks are over there?"

He started to mumble as if Amy was sitting on his lap. "It's me, Amy, and a few others having a few cocktails."  
I paused in shock. Rudd just got his cherry busted a week ago and now he's turned in to some type of Romeo. "Really boss?"

"I'm not pulling on your shit man. Amy invited some cougars over to please the King!"

"Okay pimp call me when Lou gets back."  
"I will boss-later." He promised and hung up the phone.

All night I tossed and turned thinking about a garden salad. Lettuce here and there, tomato slices and carrot chunks, olives, and cucumbers everywhere. I was wandering half asleep where in the hell could Lou be? The only other place that he would go in town is to Alexis' house. And what a big mistake that would be with Cindy out and about on the hunt.

Time speeded up quick as I slept briefly, and just like that it was 5:00 a.m. and my cell started blowing up. I glanced at the caller ID-no doubt Cindy's calling. "Hello." I answered in a collected manner.

"Where's Lou, Freddie?" She demanded to know.

"Cindy, he left and hasn't answered his cell. Rudd and I have been trying to get a hold of him on F. B., and text messages for the last few hours." I literally shammed the lady without remorse.

Her silence made me realize that she knew I was lying. She replied, "You guys don't have to wing-man me with this bullshit any longer. I know he's out there fucking some slut-ass bitch! "Lou and I are so far away. We don't talk like we use too. No hug, no kisses and where there's no love there's no home! So don't feed me bull, Freddie!"

The whole entire sisterhood came out of her. I went speechless. Some women learn about their man cheating on them at least after a year or more but, Cindy found out in less than a month which takes the cake. Her eyes were wide open and Lou's ass was on the line naked and screwed. I asked her with a sincere heart and calm tone in my voice. "Cindy, What do you want me to say?"

She didn't believe it though. "Don't play with me ass hole. Wipe it up and accept you all got caught up in your lies. I'm driving around and sooner or later his ass is going to be busted." Cindy went on calling me out and handing me an old fashion-reverse brain fart. Then the phone went dead and I knew she swiped the end-call. Wherever he was I hope he had a back-up plan to back-up his last back-up plan.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN  
Selected Corruption

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

Littleton's population sky-rocketed over night each time the caravan rolled into town. In 2010 there were 4,800 citizens. By 2012 the town bloomed to 6,700. The latest count showed the population nearly tripled to nearly 15,000 in 2014.

Before the influx of illegal worker the city was nearly deserted. Businesses were closing their doors, the school system moved its elementary school, middle school, and high school all under one roof, and the street lights were turned off every other night. The town's economy was non-existent and its treasury operated in the red. The unemployment rate hit an all time high reaching 79% of its citizens were out of work. If you didn't work at Device, Inc. you traveled over 100 miles a day out of town to work.

In came Device. Inc. which assembles flat screens, i-phones, dvds, computers, laptops, and other electronic devices used in every household around the world with access to electricity or charging adapters. Chase, Sr. became richer everyday.

Times changed when Chase, Jr. came to power. His first move was to bribe, buy off or blackmail any city, state and federal official that he could. Every election year Chase, Jr. hand picked the candidates who won by a landslide each term. Under this mad man corruption, human trafficking (sex slaves), bank fraud, drug smuggling, and a host of other crimes flourished becoming common practice in the town of Littleton.

Every candidate was hand picked by Chase, Jr. and like clock work each official won by a landslide. I can remember the city manager's office was vacant and open for a special election. Chase, Jr. flew up one of his long time partners in crime from Texas by the name of Jimmie Pennington and his entire immediate family. Once the final votes were tallied Pennington's closest challenger was at least 2,000 votes behind with only 4,500 register voters in town. Chase, Jr. guaranteed all of his selected candidates a sure win provided they granted political favors and served his special interests.

Here's how it worked; The Mayor was running for re-election. Chase, Jr. didn't approve of him and neither did the Mayor have a positive word to say about Junior. Device created a blank multi-purpose form. The form requested the selected to provide addresses, ages, phone numbers, and their social security numbers. Although a large amount of those ID's were those of the deceased.

Junior somehow had the city clerk's office hand deliver voter registration cards to illegal aliens. By the time the polls closed over 1,800 illegal immigrants voting with the names off tombstones had successfully help elect a new Mayor to office without any knowledge of it and even worse without ever showing up to cast a vote. As the population increased Chase, Jr. had hand picked the entire city and school board in less than six short working days.

Some citizens began to file complaints with the local authorities. Those complaints fell on deaf ears. Chase, Jr. had every major official in the city eating out of his filthy hands. The NAACP and EOC decision makers were regular guests at his home, therefore the disable, Blacks, and illegal workers didn't have a chance in hell of being awarded a favorable outcome in their civil right cases against the plant.

Once the money started stacking up the majority of the town's white residents were pacified with free gifts, jobs, some took advantage of sexual favors and the hold outs and other protesters eventually melted away and out of sight after receiving bribes for their silence. Those manufactured chain ballots continued to be used in the election process.

As white businesses reaped in profits, landlords became instant celebrities and investors were building properties at a record pace. At one point there were more jobs than the city could fill. Another miracle surface that through everyone off and that was the fact that white ran establishments no longer cared about the race of their customers. In fact the only color that mattered was green.

Now this is what gets me upset. At lunch time everyone went their own way to grab a meal or snack. Salem and I would stop at this large gas-depot nearby for a quickie. We would then go inside and greeted as soon as we entered. "Hello!" The clerk would state. "How may I help you? Did you find what you were looking for today or this afternoon?" We received absolute hospitality, our change placed in our hand politely and kind customer service. As we departed the clerk would say, "Thanks for shopping. Have a pleasant day!"

But, that wasn't the case when a Black or Hispanic customer walked through the front door. They were never greeted at the door, never asked did they find everything okay and when they approached they counter the clerks would go into a stare down with an unfriendly frown covering their face. "What? Or "Is that it?" The clerks would shout with a tone of offense and indifference.

All across America you will see white clerks tossing the change into the hands of minorities causing coins to fall to the floors. It's pathetic and an intentional racist act. Minority customers are not greeted like white customers by businesses or their employees. The next time that you happen to visit a store just listen how white clerks greet and treat the minority customers. Or just listen to hear any of these words. "Hello. Would that be all Miss or Mister. Did you find everything you needed? Thanks for shopping. Or have a nice day!"

CHAPTER NINETEEN  
Money Changers

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

William Chase, Jr. inherited a profitable empire that span to the top of the golden-green mountains of Asia, to the coasts of Norway, into Spain around Russia to the wavy waters off the shores of Algeria to the back woods of North Dakota. Unfortunately his lust for control over women blinded his judgment in making sound business decisions. He would rather spend more time in the hay than maintaining the baler. As his relationship with his wife Connie was non-existent in deed and as for words very little was often exchanged between the two.

In the public eye people respected the clown-gone wickedly-wild. Everyone wanted a piece of the action. One day Chase, Jr. ordered me up to his office. I already had a pretty good ideal on what or whom I should say the subject was about. Salem was his youngest daughter and most precious gem. No father ever waved the right to look into the man's eyes who was about to steal away his darling baby girl.

As I walked through the door his private antique collections were positioned on every square foot available. There stood a mahogany Chippendale desk worth more than $20,000.00. And a carved Schimmel Eagle sat upon it worth over $300,000.00 easily. Next to the desk stood an 18th century, New England Southern pine in mint condition. The secretary nodded me into Chase's office and near the door were three tall case clocks a Veneer, a Mother of pearl and a Parkison and Frodsham with pineapple finials topping off the hall gallery. As I entered his office 2 Russian Imperial porcelains manufactured in St. Petersburg sat on an end table worth nearly 4.5 million. And next to it was a 1931 blue jazz bowl which was another $300,000.00.

On a shelf behind his desk to the right there was an 1848 Sazikov,, a 30 piece gelded silver tea and coffee set in mint condition worth two million at least. On the left side in the corner was a T206 Honus Wagner baseball card worth 1.5 million.

As I slowly walked through the double wide ten foot maple doors towards his desk, I met a cloud of cigar smoke entering my throat, nose, and eyes. Chase continued to blow a jet stream in my direction. He motioned for me to take a seat with his finger. His style of silence was also his form of intimidation. I was nervous.

After a few moments of silence he spoke. "Son, let me ask you a very serious question. And may I remind you that truthfulness is the key ingredient in gaining my favor." He paused.

"Bullshit!" I said to myself. This rotten ass mother fucker has some nerves trying to convince me that he knows something about the truth. The truth is that he is a heartless bastard who rapes women, kidnaps people, and floods the kids' lungs in his own community with crack cocaine.

Chase, Jr. continued still blowing smoke in my face staring me down. "What are your intentions with my baby girl, boy?" He asked in a demanding tone.

I started to say Salem is just another hood rat whore who sucks my dick raw. The skinny little bitch can't be turned into a house wife as long as she's your daughter even if she lived in a convent. But, I declined and replied. "We're just friends nothing more or less. We both agreed to reframe from having sex until our careers took off."

Junior stood up furious in his fancy and expensive foreign suit. I should add. It fitted him perfectly. He glanced out the window over looking his huge empire and again with his finger motioned me over to where he stood. Then he stated. "If you make the correct choices here this will be all yours one day. I want you to listen and think seriously about what I'm saying to you today. All of this will be your responsibility to share with my daughter."

I gaze out the window as he instructed and, Wow! The new expansion project made two of the larger buildings look like two bedroom trailers. It appeared to be some type of refrigerated facility. That's odd for an electronic giant. What exactly did he need this enormous warehouse for?

The plant already had more than enough freezers the plant kept venison, beef and pork around to feed the van loads of immigrants they smuggled in the country and to keep the families feed that were already here. I continued to glance down as Junior moved his suit jacket back in order to purposely expose the 9-millimeter he had tucked inside his belt. Then he began to preach. "Son as I was saying. I didn't bring my daughter into this world just to stand back and just watch someone else break her heart into tiny-little pieces. I guarantee you that's not going to happen. Do you understand me?"

I stood there shaking like a dope-fiend in need of a hit. "Yessss, Sir." I murmured like a little bitch. "Whatever terms you lay down today, right here and right now, are the guidelines for our friendship."

He produced an evil smile as he positioned his Kingsberry office chair and sat down once again motioning with his finger where I should go. Then he went into silence. He stare at me as if he wanted to blow my brains out. It seem like eternity and then he spoke. "Young man, I want you to come over to the house this weekend and lay some pipe on my daughter. I want you to fuck her until she is sore and pregnant!" He demanded with a huge grin.

CHAPTER TWENTY  
One Life to Breed

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

There was a knock on the door a Columbian women entered with a stack of files resting on her huge home made tits that nearly hung out her blouse. She wiggled her enormous ass behind the desk and leaned over next to Chase. Her skirt was so tight the g-strings became visible. He pretended to sign documents without even reading the content. His eyes were raping her entire body. I sat there watching his finger go up her thighs into her pussy. Now her skirt was to her hips and I could clearly see her thongs. They acted as if I was not there. She bent her head back while she wiggled her ass and then mourned in satisfaction.

After a few moments he removed his finger from inside her and I had a hard on. She immediately collected the signed files placing them back against her tits. Junior stuck that same finger he used to order me around, then with the same finger he fucked the lady with he placed it inside his mouth and sucked it. "Where's my manners, this is Freddie-Maya, Freddie, this is Maya.

"What's up Freddie?" She stated as if she was born in the hood. At the same time her ass cheeks were hanging out and she pulled down her tight skirt back over those banging big thighs.

I replied in a slick tone "What up!"

Chase was still licking his finger and turned back to face me and then he asked. "Where was I? He paused and looked at Maya's big ass poking through her skirt. he then pointed that same finger at me and shouted. "Son, make it happen!"

I went speechless and then quickly gain courage. "But, Sir if I make a move on Salem this quick after giving my word to her that I wouldn't I might scare her away." I lied shaking in my pants.

I stated to say something else but he interrupted me. "Boy, do you think for one minute that I'm stupid or just a rich dumb ass?"

"No, Sir!"

"It's not about Salem or you. It's my future you two are fucking driving me crazy with and the bullshit stops here. No negotiating this weekend you Sir will take care of my business. Oh, by the way let me remind you just one more time, don't fuck up what's mine!"

"I understand Mr. Chase."  
He continued. "This is crucial to your health. Don't you worry about wedding bullshit at this point we'll talk later on that issue. A new generation is upon us fuck the vows and the diamond ring that goes along with marriage. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Make me some grandchildren as many as possible. Be fruitful. Now get the hell out of my office! Before I change my mind and make you target practice!"

He went over to Maya and stuck his tongue deep inside her mouth. I leap up from the chair and hauled my ass up out of there like a rocket into space through the maple doors without hesitation. Junior was nobody to play with and nobody in town wanted to see his bad side.

There were eight personal secretaries all from different countries and neither spoke English well. The only things they had in common was Chase, Jr. and all of them dressed like high paid prostitutes.

As I entered the production area, Kurt and Aspen were on their way to Chase's office. Aspen made it necessary to display a weapon hidden under his shirt as I walked by. "What's up Brother?" He asked.

"All's well." I responded and kept walking as quickly as possible.

It took a while to digest the shit just shoved down my throat, but before I made it to the production lines I began to realize that my ass was indeed in hot water. This bastard wanted me to be his breeder like a slave in slavery. He completely went beyond the bounds of his Russian ass mind. For all I know it was Salem crying to her old fart-mob dad encouraging him to intimidate and threaten me to surrender my dick.

Remember that those who forget the past easily will repeat it. The company was re-inventing the theme of bondage breeders. I realized that for years Chase, Jr. promoted and encouraged illegal immigrants to multiply and be fruitful. He hand picked me as well. I found myself no better off than an illegal immigrant. What type of new fool will lose his job, get beat down and possibly murdered in this day and age?

You can just about tell if someone has just set you up for the kill. The guilt written all over their face, the evil in it refuses to conceal its wicked motives and intent. Salem met me after the shift in the parking lot grinning from ear to ear. I picked up on the scoop in less than second. I had no doubt that she put her old man on me. Although I planted a dream in her mind to delay sex satisfaction it was now being force upon me to act on it. I can't say I screwed up, but I can say she woke up much sooner than I thought she would.

So we stood there chatting away or its fair to say I stood there listening to her blast on and on. Every word that proceeded out of her mouth dealt with the future, a large family, and one day taking over the reins to the business. Her words were similar to her dad's less than an hour ago. I knew if I decided not to run, I'll become her dad's main breeder. This stupid bitch is crazy and she honestly wishes to think that I don't know how she just laid my head on her dad's chopping block.

However I felt I didn't need to upset her. If anyone hears about me causing her to cry-Chase, Jr. would cancel out his own plans for me to be his breeder and the rest to come I didn't desire to think about.

Salem took me by the hand and softly asked me to be her man. She knew she had me bound and hog tied as well as ready for the slaughter if I refused her wishes. So, I agreed to be her man with a small request. Salem wanted dick in my car without delay then she changed her mind and suggested that we go to her house. I told her how proud and happy I was to be her man. And I needed so badly to buy a few more days to think of a way out. I strongly suggested that we make our first time having sex a special and joyful event. It took a few hours in that parking lot to convince her that our virginity was all the pureness we will ever have and we should wait until this weekend when we both are well rested to give away ourselves to each other forever. Low and behold, just like a pimp, my last remaining trick in the book of slickness worked! She agreed to wait.

### HOMOSEXUAL RAPE

Wednesday afternoon I noticed Joseph (Jose) moving around as if he lost his soul and not once did he utter a word or raise his head. Others near him were laughing at him indirectly, but still at him. Joseph moved a part here and a box there at a low speed gently laying it down, then over again. I decided to kick up a conversation to ease my way into his mind. "Hey, buddy what's up my friend?"

"Nothing much amigo I was just getting things ready before the line starts up again." He stated still staring at the waxed floor.

Then it all hit me at once. Every Friday he was always excited to be invited to one of Kurt's freak bashes. Joseph couldn't control himself once the weekend would hit. But now he seems all fucked up in the head. It came to no surprised in my mind he had experienced Sodom and Gomorrah! He had been violated. It was written all over. I simply turned away and left.

After a few days had passed Joseph opened up to me and said last Friday Kurt loaded him and two other Hispanic men up with all they could throw down. Normally all the guys had to (B. Y. O. B.) meaning bring your own bottle. Or buy drinks from the expensive bar at the bash. Only women received free drinks and food there that's because Kurt wanted the girls to drop the panties quick and in a hurry.

Joseph then said he went inside the house to take a leak and was told by some strange dude that he had to go down stairs in the basement where the men's restroom was located. He stated he reached the entrance to the basement door which was locked from the inside. He knocked and waited for someone to answer. As he stood there he heard men grunting and women screaming, "Harder! Harder!"

Someone finally opened the door and by the time he reached the bottom of the steps stumbling and drunk. He said all he could remember is seeing his two friends and another man bound in a line with their wrists tied to their ankles and a crowd of older men taking turns fucking them in the ass. Joseph could not recall if he fainted or was knocked out cold. Although once he regain conscious he was naked and bleeding in his car at the plant for the world to view. That explains why the others were mocking and laughing at him on the line.

Aspen's name had to be all over this rape as well. He made it no secret about penetrating men. I can recall seeing a few of the other while I was out and about shopping. Now I understand why they avoided making eye contact. All three quit one day and disappeared out of town.

Device, Inc. seems to be totally screwing everybody's life around one way or another. Everywhere you turn someone's had been raped, property stolen, placed in jail or deported and the list goes on. Joseph broke down. He couldn't face his brothers and nobody wanted to be around him since they thought he had turned gay. And just like slaves purchased their freedom in the days of old, likewise after Joseph made his last payment to settle the $7,500.00 smuggling fee that he owed the coyotes he vanished like dust in the wind.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE  
Tide Shifts

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

In the town of Littleton there's an old greyhound station that's been renovated into a community center, gossip club and safe house for new arrivals right beside a major highway. Here is where I met McLamar Scott. He was a six foot six man weighing in at about 320lbs. of pure muscle. On first sight one would guess he once played professional football or fresh out the joint after during some big time.

McLamar was wearing a tight fitting Littleton High School T-shirt around the town's square. The women and young girls followed his every move with their eyes glued to every muscle on his body. We met earlier that week at the job fair sponsored by Device, Inc. The plant was hiring at a rapid pace to fill the expansion facility. We sat there on the marble picnic table waiting for our names to be called. Our appointment was with Mr. Quinn Moore, the human resource manger.

The following week we were both hired. McLamar (Big Mack for short) was assigned to line-1. I was assigned to the tail end of all the lines. Anyway, the man always carried a small note pad and pencil in his right-front shirt pocket. A cell phone on his left hip and various other gadgets clipped to his belt. To me he looked like a detective or special agent.

The fall was well on its way bringing in a colorful season. The golden and brownish leaves began to fall swiftly down from the tree tops. Fall's cool breeze will catch everyone off guard. Lions will turn to sheep, mice race to find a warm place to breed inside the earth's soil with their backs exposed to the darkness and cast fur into the wild winds of the night.

And the beasts that once ruled the summer's heat without mercy will lose their fangs, sharp claws and the roar that sent many to fear, but now hollow are their throats. wherefore monsters who created the mindless will be devoured by their own doings and remain stuck in ignorance. Many fools blaming victims for seeking justice as judgment pounds upon each empty skull. Now the self-proclaimed gods have lost both power and will as they cry and scream to the true God, "Who art in Heaven." They shout and pray in vain with no understanding nor insight of the guilt for any wrong doing.

Pressure pins down the inflated egos of dupes when resolution opens its gates to declare the verdicts and lower down with thunder and might its decisions upon the cruel, lax, and disrespectful to mankind and even worst towards their true God and Creator.

Nincompoops as well as dingbats that found pleasure in kicking innocent souls everyday now have become the objects of lust and they mourn for mercy-the same mercy they once ignored for others evades the cries. Like wolves caught in their own traps surrounding prey, the prey consumes their flesh and souls. When the snares reverse and flip around to bound and pound the fools in their own devices.

A chain made up of imbeciles and morons retarded by choice composed a menu of destruction and therein and now the defenseless are in total control. Hand and hand a nest of authorities of law and order springs up. Secret congregations of snakes and lizards become sad and bad news so says the wise.

Over time McLamar and I became very cool co-workers. Almost every other night after work, we would go bar hoping with a crowd of fine ass women behind us tailing our every move. We closed the clubs down! Salem discovered our routine and that's how she became the third wheel in this machine. As time flew by Salem and Big Mack started hanging out together alone. I wasn't jealous nor playa' hatin'. I was relieved in one way and worried in another. Sometimes I though about her sucking his dick in the park just like she would do mine's. There were days when I saw them together it seemed as if they were fucking.

I didn't inquire nor make conversation or suggest any thing regarding their relationship. The three of us just became cool in hanging out, drinking and having fun, at least that's what I thought we were doing.

One day Big Mack dropped a boom on our program. He shined the light on his real intentions for working at Device while we sat there enjoying brunch. Big Mack revealed to me that he was a federal agent collecting evidence against the corrupted millionaire and his soldiers. Really! Finally, just when you think that these bastards couldn't be touched or stop, here comes the judge. People have lost all hope while living in hell. Many lost their minds, countenance, and their faith. Now those on those high horses were about to face the very same misery and anguish in which they so proudly distributed.

Suddenly, everything felt, looked, smelt, and tasted different. I finally had my wings and soon I would be taking off running and leaping into flight to freedom. It felt good to know that one day soon I'll be a free man. Being in bondage is pure hell! Everything you do while in chains is because someone else demanded you to do as they ordered. The only power I had was to wash my ass, call my parents, go to work, and clean my house. Salem controlled everything in my life.

Big Mack also told me how Salem attempted to polish his bone and begged him to fuck her in the ass. He rejected her sexual advances. She couldn't run back to daddy this time because she was the co-author in pinning me down to her desires. Her dad would have flipped his wig if she cried foul on another man. Besides Big Mack had a wife, children, and a life to look forward to enjoy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO  
Foreign Nightmares

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

It's remarkable how snakes slide around on their bellies terrorizing anybody and anything with the scent of flesh and blood in their path. Having no remorse at all nor sane conscious-heartless vipers devouring one and all, ripping out each victim's soul and tossing it into a pit of mere nothingness.

When monsters find themselves shackled by the law their cries for leniency echoes through the tunnels of doom. They plead for quarters that they have denied others. On bare knees beg for clemency which they hid from the innocent and had no pity in slaughtering lambs. And showed no sympathy to the helpless it's amazing how slippery crooks transform themselves from raging serpents when caught in a net or web. The brutal beasts whimper like babes once they are trapped in their own devices, snares, and evil schemes in which they themselves have created.

Let's begin at the top and work our way down to the low life bums who were promoted to oversee the defenseless sheep. You don't have to be a genius to understand that anytime you raise hell like a demon there's a hot seat waiting for you in the devil's living room.

Rumors of a potential raid filled the air throughout the plant that put everyone in fear mode. William Chase, Jr., his wife Connie, and his brother Darrin did anything and everything to extract clues from the Governor's office to the Police Chief to the lowly sanitation worker at the plant. Meetings after meeting the big wigs were fishing for informants and information in hopes to yield the crumbling of an empire. Dozens of city and state officials were offered bribes and trusted employees received cash payments to investigate their own race, but no amount of money would trump the end result.

The ass holes rarely walked the floors and to see them shaking from line to line nearly in tears was a sight to see. Even in despair the big wigs questioned Gracie on line-5 privately. It was their strong belief that the rest of the minorities were automatically guilt of cooperating with state and federal authorities. Chase, Jr. discovered that all his high-powerful connections around the country were dissolving by the minute.

One by one, African Americans were picked off the line and instantly terminated like sitting ducks in the first hour of hunting season. The higher-ups needed no excuses nor shadow reasons or acts of misconduct, if the employee could not offer any intelligence they were booted out the front door. Hispanics legally documented were not exempt from the chain termination. If they did not present helpful information they found themselves out on the streets. Illegal immigrants who didn't cooperate in snitching out informants were immediately bounced back across the Mexican border. It did not matter where they came from or how they came these included unhelpful Russians, Asians, and South Americans alike were all thrown back across the border.

Imagine being accused and found guilty of a hideous crime in a foreign country and had absolutely no way to prove your innocence. Now put yourself in a position of a modern day slave that has to submit to any and every form of inhumane treatment known to mankind. None of this would be as worse as what the illegal workers found themselves facing at Device, Inc. And even though they placed an insurmountable wall of grief upon the remaining illegal workers the grief that awaited the decision makers would be at least seven times as worse.

Upper management and their low life executioners opened up the doors of hades in their own wisdom and now have hell to pay. Each head that participated in the vast atrocities, the heavy loads of mischief and barbaric deeds against mankind will soon be awarded with the weight of their transgressions and that without partiality. They by the law of evil will reap doom, in payment for every curse that proceeded from the tongues and out of their mouths. One morning before the mist evaporates and ascends into the cumulus clouds, one day while the blue moon sits across from the early sunrise. One group of self-confident serpents will find themselves bitten by the long fangs of the law.

Corrupted officials, rogue law enforcement agents, and puppet human rights organizations were all delighted for being invited to the picnic in the garden above the law. They were so cavalier in their assumptive saddles while riding upon chesty horses upon fields of pretentious weeds that they forgot with self-asserting hearts to duck while riding under the long out reached branches of the law. So down they must go from the uppity ways they have grown so huffish, bumptious, and accustom too.

This brief description of indifference will illustrate just how mean, hateful and vicious racist people are towards minorities in this day and age while a President of color resides in the White House.

One day an elderly illegal worker was ordered to go up on the roof and sweep off the leaves and dust blocking the gutters without providing the poor soul with any safety equipment in case of a fall. It wasn't a question of if he should fall, but when. After an hour of walking on the wire in the blazing hot sun and without water, white workers started throwing rocks and other rocks at the man. He eventually felled. You the reader know the end result.

An unknown white supervisor drove the man to the hospital at an turtle's pace. The poor injured man was losing blood and his mind at the same time due to the uncaring driver's demeanor. Once the supervisor arrived at the hospital, he pulled over to the curve, jumped out grabbing the elderly man by the back of his shirt then literally dragged him from the back seat, threw him to the ground and simply drove off.

Sounds horrifying, huh? But the poor Hispanic man has not out of the woods yet! The emergency crew paused in assisting the man-not one wanted to touch him. Several people non-medical rushed out to help and two nurses. But, when one of the white nurses lifted his head and discovered his race, she immediately dropped the man's head to the ground and stated. "I'm not touching one of those people!' She then stepped back into the crowd of white medical workers and informed them of the man's nationality.

It came to no surprise how the medical staff all tipped-toed back into the automatic sliding glass doors. The poor man was abandoned for hours lying in a puddle of blood with extruding bones bulging from his garments. Suddenly a male nurse drove up beside the poor man. The nurse got out of his vehicle and without hesitation hefted up the poor injured man and carried him into the hospital.

Many would bring themselves to believe that this man's ordeal was over, maybe in Hollywood but, here the man has only made it halfway through the forest of indifference. Remember we are dealing with a racist group of individuals who did just enough to stop the bleeding, patch, snitch and place the man in a sling. I. C. E. had been already notified before the man even reached the hospital's emergency room. The poor man never made it out of the woods, it was reported that he was deported to Mexico and threw to the ground once again where the officials there take no prisoners. It was an automatic death sentence. That's after he's beaten and tortured. The saddest part of this story is that the man was born in El Salvador.

Here's another example of indifference. Another elderly man believed to be African American due to the color of his skin was befriended by two white female co-workers and the man thought that the kindness shown to him was indeed original.

One day he was sitting outside by himself eating lunch at the picnic table. One female came out and shared the table and then another and another. Finally there were seven females. And without notice one female whom he thought to be the kindest of the group indirectly stated, "I'm glad he got kicked out of the party last weekend!" The others blasted out in laugher.

The man looked around to see if he could figure out who his friends were mocking and only found himself sitting there listening. One by one the females belittled him and his race without break or shame. His spirit dropped and with his head down he got up from the table. He tossed the remainder of his lunch in the trash angrily. It turns out that the two leaders of this mob were dope fiends-paid by supervisors to harass the man into resigning from his position so that the company would escape unemployment payments. The dart failed to hit its mark.

A week later the two white crack whores had used up all their main racist tactics used on Blacks and other minorities to terminate their employment. So in desperation they reported to the big wigs that the man had sexually groped the pair. The police was called and the old man was arrested and beat to a pulse. The two crack whores got paid and rented a near by hotel room to smoke their dope. This happened just days before the big raid. White employees of the racist brew took open liberties in physically assaulting and humiliating mainly Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians.

Meanwhile the two whores smoked so much that the smell ventured into the adjoining rooms where law enforcement agents rested awaiting for the order to bring hell to its knees. The real heroes were in town. The type of men and women sworn to up hold the law and all though they would find that even their hands were tied to a certain point, busted the two bitches and flipped them that very same hour.

The elderly man was born in Cuba. After the border patrol made up of rogue ex-policemen, racist farmhands and wanna-bees had their way with him he was deported to Mexico. There in each and every letter of the Mexican Law you are guilty to proven innocent and the guilty are punished to the extreme definition of the word until it is proven otherwise. On the Mexican side of the border foreigners make up 90% of its jailed inmates. That's because many of their prisoner seems to mysteriously escape or disappear.

On the opposite side, the American jails along the border are 160% filled over their capacity. The detention centers alone are overcrowded with 35 of 50 plus facilities are filled to the brims with foreign juveniles under the age of 15. Once they hit 18 yrs. of age agents representing unions and meat packing plants which operate hand-in-hand with assembly plants all adopt the young laborers' services. It is reported that every meal hundreds of midwives have to come in and hand feed the forgotten infants and toddlers. Also hundreds of female volunteers must come in and assist thousands of young girls that must be instructed in personal hygiene care for monthly reasons and the elderly without proper medical care have been rotting in their seats after being abandoned by their own loved ones.

The murder rate along both sides of the border triples the murder rates of Chicago, Los Angeles, New York City and seven other major cities combined every year. According to the color of your skin a driver's license may be all you need to witness the horrifying truth first hand on both sides of the border.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE  
Three Blind Mice

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

Aspen had a two hour window after receiving a tip from rogue police officers that a raid was near and eminent. He quickly packed up a shit van and took four of his sex slaves headed for the West coast. After nearly sixty hours of driving, hiding and avoiding the public eye like an alley rat, Aspen decided to take a rest break in a small town in Arizona and that's when his most trusted whore of the four being without chains made a daring escape.

He attempted to chase the scared women down with great effort nearly seizing her by the locks of her long hair, but the woman in haste avoided the crazy bastard every turn. She leaped into a crowd of parade observers and simply disappeared.

The lunatic-skin head was enraged as he frantically rushed back to lay claim on his remaining slaves who were chained down inside the shit van. Once again he hit the road in fear that the lady would report him to the authorities. Aspen screamed and cursed at himself and the others all down the highway.

Days later the ass hole arrived in sunny California and decided to hide amongst the known outlaws and haven for thugs in a small town called Bell. Late that night he unchained one of his sex slaves to have relations with her which only lasted a few moments and thereafter he felled into a deep snooze. It was more than enough time for the woman to at least get her younger sister freed. The third women was cuffed to Aspen she waved her hand as if to say, "Run, forget about me, go quickly! The two women took supplies and flight into the cover of darkness.

There were plenty of provisions for the remaining slave. Aspen did not eat he simply downed one beer after another tossing the glass bottles upon the gravel road. A sheriff's deputy with plenty of time on his hand followed the trail believing he had a group of juveniles to scorn.

A fool delighted in his folly. Anytime a fool continues to get away with senseless crimes, the little voice inside him or her edges the individual on to commit even more crimes. In total disregard for human life a fool will kill, steal, and destroy everyone and everything in the way. American society with its unbalance justice allows young white males opportunity to operate under the color of the law.

Example; The white youth age 18 yrs. commits an armed robbery. He has several felonies. He gets arrested, convicted, and sentenced. The judicial branch sentences him to 2 to 5 years in jail. The reason why I say jail is because most inmates with 5 years or less rarely are placed in a maximum facility. Those with 5 years or greater usually are sent to the pen.

On the other hand a minority commits the same offense. In all cases no one was injured nor touched. The minority age 18 years commits a robbery. This is his very first time in trouble with the law. He gets arrested, convicted, and sentenced. No weapon was used in the crime, but some how the same court saw it fit to sentence the young minority man from 5 to 10 years in prison.

Right is right. Wrong is wrong. What factors did this same court use in determining the punishment for the two teens? Let's start from the top. One had a gun and the other did not. One had several priors and the other was a first offender. One went to jail and the other was railroaded to prison. One will be released in 2 1/2 years or sooner and the other in about 8 1/2 years. One was White and the other a minority. Ah, that's the deciding factor?

That's exactly how Aspen walk through life as long as he didn't venture too far out of bounds. Boundaries set by unwritten guidelines administered by the court.

Aspen eventually abandoned his last sex slave and the van in a remote wooded area. The young female was still chained up and gagged. He made his way over the river and through the woods and finally reached the highway. Dozens of law enforcement officers were waiting on the road including the bottle tracking sheriff's deputy. Aspen was to exhausted and confused to put up a fight. He left his gun in the van in the woods and the young lady began firing it off out of desperation to be helped and rescued.

Even if the deputy hadn't followed the trail of broken glass bottles the results would have still been the same. Because each van had a GPS installed inside. Chase, Jr. used this device to track all his products and human slaves. But, federal agents were already tracking every package and vehicle owned by the company.

Many people believe that God will punish evil doers in full, but they also must start added that the devil wants his payment as well. A double whammy! All sins belong to the devil anyone using sin must also pay the owner for its use.

Now Aspen received a tip from the town's rogue police officers. He notified Kurt first and then he called Benny. But Benny never answered his cell nor did he respond to any of the text messages.

Kurt got a one ay ticket out of town hitting the sky blue airways towards down yonder. This jack ass went straight into the lions den with steaks tied to his back. When you've been fucking over everybody you've met-you can bet your sweet ass that you'll see those same people you've abused one day. He was a boss. Nobody could tell him what to do. The man fucked over anybody that he felt like screwing.

Once Kurt landed in Central America he noticed that wanted posters of him and many others were hanging up everywhere. He still believed that he was untouchable, really? He knew a great deal of people there, including his smuggling business partners. The smugglers cut all ties with Device, Inc. word travels fast when criminals have the luxury of working with rogue police and federal agents. The smugglers made Kurt feel comfortable in one of their guest suites about two blocks west outside the compound.

It wasn't long ago when Kurt traveled down first class with two dozen bodyguards and used and physically abused the smugglers' shot callers. At one time he called them' yellow belly-sweat backs' including dozens of their children. They couldn't understand why Kurt did what he did at that time, but they knew he had power and gunners so they simply tucked tail and obeyed his every command.

What a difference a few months can make. Kurt's first week on the job he fired nearly twenty African Americans simply because he had the power to do so. He also had eight women from Peru sent to Cuba where they would most definitely be thrown into prison for years simply because they refuse his sexual advances. They refused to suck his nasty ass dick-point blank. By sending those women back across the border made other women submit to his every demand regardless of what sexual act they had to perform to please this monster.

The smugglers contacted the rogue fed-agents who got in touch with the lawful agents near the border five miles west of the compound. This time the smugglers agreed amongst themselves to not kill him, but instead to hand him over to authorities. They needed no blood on their hands. Kurt found himself broke, without dozens of bodyguards and all alone. Federal agents began pouring into the area surrounding his suite. The agents kicked in the door but Kurt was not there.

A festival near the hotel stole his attention and Kurt went down to dance in the streets. The agents marched toward him after being pointed out by the disguised smugglers and arrest the idiot on the dance stage.

Curses turn into curses for many have been cursed by the minds and deeds of fools. And fools stand under their own curses for a while until it starts pouring down rain and hail stones upon their heads. By the time they realize just how much folly they have caused it's too late, the snares they've set for others are the very same snares they find themselves trapped in.

Alexis' capture was by far the most simple and entertaining than any arrest ever in the history of Littleton. The sting made front page news around the country. She became so high off her authority at Device that it never dawn on her that going beyond the bounds of transgression would also draw the same force of unwanted attention from a legal stand point.

Alexis just like her co-management team Kurt and Aspen all came from the inner city slums living from one paycheck to another. And history has proven that when poor whites come into any type of power it transform them in abusive, cruel, overbearing, disrespectful and violent towards different races. Furthermore, It is also a proven fact that many poor whites with new found authority tends to ignore or they are simply ignorant of the law and the authorities that enforce it as if they blanked out thinking they are above justice itself. Basically they are use to slaps on the wrist.

I can not count the times I've witnessed Whites assault by striking Blacks upside the head or punched in the jaw and Blacks who called the police to report what had happened somehow and mysteriously the Blacks are arrested. Hispanics and Asians also fall in this scenario. On the other hand Whites need not be struck at all-all they must do is report they were assaulted. And the outcome is similar to the first. The best thing a black man can do is show up in court.

At 1:00 a. m. in the morning the task force knocked on Alexis apartment door and it was wide open so they let themselves inside. The agents heard noises coming from the bedroom. Several armed agents crept down the hall towards the bedroom and peeked inside to a cock fight that Alexis was hosting. The agents stood there snapping photos and video until the actors realized they were making their own reality show. All three were arrested in the nude. Only a bath towel covered their exposed bodies.

Benny turned himself in after chunking down a case of beer, an ounce of weed and screwing the town's hood-rat for the final time in his life. His wife caught wind of his extra-marital affairs and before he was even convicted in a court of law she gather everything she could carry and moved 900 miles away in with her parents. And before Benny was convicted she divorced him.

One by one oh, how the leaves of mid-fall begin to hit the ground hard and then are taken up fiercely by the winds and tossed like dust then slammed back down scraping the concrete, wedged in the grass blades and drift in rain water straight into the sewers

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR  
Inquiry on Human Emotions

How millions of illegal immigrants enter

The United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

This brief is solely based on the non-positioned hourly worker who works or who was once employed at an assembly plant, frozen storage, meat packing plant, slaughter house, and other facilities that employs more than 500 workers.

Again this inquiry was conduct in raw form with no rehearsed takes nor leading the responders to answer one way or another. It has absolutely no scientific value or certification. There's no blueprint designed to meet minds nor match from the heart responses to reach a certain means, or scale to weigh behavior comparisons, nor mental tapes to measure competency. I also confessed that I am not a psychologist nor do I have any training or experience in the science of human behaviors, or mental hygiene, or psychiatry to monitor personalities; neither in the learning of objects, concepts, theories, or research of the human brain. If you are in need of profession help contact your physician immediately. All treatments and mental health questions I leave up to Jesus Christ, Dr. Sigmund Freud and many others.

Indeed I'm no Socrates, Plato, nor follower of Aristophanes. Although the use of common sense references are found throughout the pages of this book, I have no intentions to agree nor disagree with any proofs or far-fetch theories of works of philosophy by any author or publishing house thereof...

You will find enclosed that this work covers cultures, society as a whole, varies antisocial groups, race, and politics just to name a few. By far I'm no sociologists at any point, nor are the categories of people, places and things factual evidence to base conclusions upon in fact finding towards any resolutions. There are no general subjects aimed in anyway to be considered as expert view points, nor do I have degrees in extracting truths out of thinking specimens, nor a PHD's in the sociological perspective science.

Furthermore, as mentioned above I'm simply using basic common sense to weave through emotions of fear, grief and etc... I'm using common sense in attempts to understand the immigration crisis in America and the mind set of those directly and indirectly involved. How is it that America can yield objects from contacting the earth's surface and completely lose serve in holding down a ten foot fence at the borders? How is it that America can win a war in a matter of hours and completely allow businesses to obey the law according to how they feel is deemed fit? America can find new planets in otter space rotating counter-clock wise to that of our own planet, but runs off sides in find a legal and peaceful solution to the immigration crisis?

Human beings are being beaten, separated from their families by force, tortured, and murdered. Many are living in sub-standard conditions while in detention centers, denied legal representation, coerced, kidnapped, and smuggled just to name a few atrocities. Excuse me for using basic common sense in this main issue at hand, but this looks, sounds, and smells like legalized modern day slavery in America.

When conducting this inquiry I used basic mathematics and people from four races which involved 100 Whites, 50 females and 50 males. Likewise, the same amount of Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians. Blacks and Hispanics were the most difficult to persuade into participating in this inquiry. The emotions of fear seemed to over take them to another level and each needed assurance that their images, names, and place of employment remained confidential at all times and notes and files were destroyed once this book was completed. I complied to all their demands.

Please be advised that I am not a practicing attorney at law nor do I represent any legal firm nor do I give anyone any legal advice at any time. It might seem that I'm pointing directly to the mind set (jikishi-ninshin) of these workers but I assure you that I'm no master, nor student of Zen. Below you will find two important documents for you to compare for yourself. Later in this chapter I will reveal my own comparison.

### United States Constitution

### Bill of Rights  
(Amendments 1, 5, 6, and 8)  
also included Amendment 13

In brief summarization;

Amendment-1  
'The right of the people...to petition the Government for redress of grievances;

Amendment-5  
No person shall be deprived of life, liberty, or property without due process of law;

Amendment-6

In all criminal prosecution, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been previously ascertained by law, and be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.'

Amendment-8

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishment inflicted.

Amendment-13; Sec-1;

Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.

### The General Assembly

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights  
All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights...  
Everyone has the right to life, liberty, and the security of person...  
No one shall be held in slavery or servitude...  
No one shall be subjected to torture or cruel; inhumane or degrading treatment or punishment;  
Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law;  
No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention, or exile;

Again keep in mind that once terrorist and foreign gang-banger whom have inner the country illegally as well as committed violent offenses and are arrested receive phone calls, lawyers, hot meals, clean sleeping quarters, single restrooms, showers, cable, internet, regular visiting hours, mail, TV interviews, and a host of other privileges that most US prisoners receive.

This is not so for illegal immigrants with non-violent offenses. They are packed in vans and detention centers like sardines for months and some even longer. They are served stale food often cold-cuts, no phone calls, nor mail, twenty or more men, women and children share the same toilet and sink, the facility is deteriorated, vile, infested with rodents and insects. It is beyond indecent to house an animal under these conditions. It's against the human conscious to chain down thousands of human beings who are being detained there. How is it that hardened criminals see better days locked up for breaking the law? How is it that harmless non-violent offenders, are forced to suffer in detention centers like wild dogs?

### The Inquiry

Question-1; Do you feel deprived in the work place?

As a whole only one white employee felt deprived in the work place and the 99 others had no problem with their wages $12.00 per hr. or more, nor promotions. Since the majority of mangers and supervisors in the plant was White. None reported being ill-treated by upper or lower management. Most of the problems were non-work related involving family issues and relationships disputes. They added that the environment itself was tensed enough for anyone to blow his or her lid no matter what races were involved.

Although, 4% of Asians reported they were deprived of promotions, there were Asian supervisors and team leaders that spoke the same language. The four employees in questioned side stepped that fact and inserted that they believed the company should have assigned them supervisors over Blacks and Hispanic workers even though they spoke very little English and practically no Spanish. When asked if they felt comfortable in supervising White workers they had no response.

Nearly 70% of all Hispanic workers citied that they can not speak English well enough to understand White or Asian management. Wages and promotions did not matter do to the fact that managers and supervisors were normally selected out of their own ranks (Hispanics) and the company handed out raises every six months. Some expressed being deprived from visiting their families in other South American countries, which I believe was a ill-planted emotion. Many illegal workers crossed the border freely on their own and those feelings were not caused by the company nor other races or the environment, those unhealthy emotions were cultivated freely by their own actions to leave their homes. In truth deprived themselves of being with family.

On the other hand 95% or 95 Black workers agreed that they were all under paid and under appreciated by upper management. Most of that number received starting wage of $9.50 to $11.00 per hour. That's $2.50 or more less than all of the other workers of a different race. By being passed up or denied opportunity regarding promotions placed Blacks all in a state of bereavement and it showed in their attendance as well as in their work production. The plant(s), in question had to be on the edge of hostility.

Rumors or truth has it that Whites when promoted had parties in the break room to celebrate one promotion after another. I believe it to be unhealthy seeing that qualified Blacks were literally passed up as well as Asians. This group of Black workers also pointed out a ton of family problems at home and relationship issues.

Question-2; Has your job caused you heartache, sadness or sorrows?

When it came to heartache, sorrows or pain the majority of Whites once again pointed to non-work related issues. Although they agreed some of their own race was shown favoritism by management in doing less work and often went home early on mandatory-overtime assignments.

90% of Asians and Hispanics that's 180 workers pointed to missing family members outside the country and worrying most about obtaining legal documents needed to remain in America. The sadness and sorrows were increased when over 47 admitted they were threatened to be deported on several occasions by white supervisors and employees. Nearly all reported that Whites routinely used racial slurs, made prejudice remarks, and innuendoes.

89% of Blacks added they felt a strong feeling of sadness that White workers didn't trust them to do even the basic assignments on their own and verbally disputing with any White worker meant automatic terminations. Likewise Blacks never succeeded in the filing, or winning complaints against White co-workers. On the other hand Blacks were fired without proof, witnesses, or evidence of misconduct when Whites complained.

All three minority groups reported a multitude of racist incidents with White supervisors and workers (287 out of 300). White employees used epithetic words and phrases towards minorities boldly and in the hearing of many witnesses. As a defense the majority of Whites when confronted claim they had black friends and relatives. None of them admitted to using racial slurs or having problems in respecting minorities' civil rights.

People claim they are Christians and yet they are in the news murdering entire families, men having affairs with other men and other women, dope fiend in the pulpit, prostitution, drugs being sold on the church front steps by deacons and ministers, and the list goes on.

Ironically, slave masters had male and female slaves as their best friends, also many wives and fathered bi-racial children. But at no time did slave master relinquish their power and authority over their slaves. The slave masters whip, torture, lynch and continued to use racial epithetic, and slurs against them all.

If a person knows he or she will get away with intentionally and willfully breaking the law, he or she will continue to do so without remorse. The same person will intimidate other workers and coerce witnesses. Whites were asked if they have ever lied under oath in the majority of discrimination cases they were involved as respondents. Whites refused to respond but did say," When you're upset a person will do or say anything and its not just because they are racist.'

Question-3; Do you feel depressed while at work?

When it comes to feeling depressed all four groups blew the vector off the graph. I believe you may need a psychologist and sociologist to help you understand the waves of theories, myths, anxiety, mistrust, and a large list of issues keep piling up.

75% of all Whites claimed at one time in their life they were instructed and warned with a threat of non-communication and being disowned to not associate nor mingle with African Americans. Only half felt sorry about their past deeds against Blacks. What's frightening is that 15 were harsher stating that their families belong to either the KKK or White extremist groups. And they acted as such. Most people do not realize that these types of individuals will talk to you on any given subject, but at the same time they are planning to cut your throat.

The pressures build up within these white individuals, especially White women. They wanted a sort of closeness and friendship with Blacks and at the same time feared being rejected by the family and friends. White male managers prohibits all such affairs by immediately firing Black and Hispanic males on the spot according to 88% of all those interviewed. Behind closed doors mixed relationships existed and not being able to mix out in the public or at work caused the couple great sadness. They wanted to say hello and good-bye, excuse me what's that perfume or cologne you're wearing called? How have you been? They wanted to open a channel of communication even though they were forbidden by society as a whole to do so at one time in history and still even today it all depends on the family and the city or town they are residing in.

By working beside Blacks and going to school along side Blacks revealed a totally different picture than the one painted by their racist parents. By the end of the 90's bi-racial couples began uniting like a fire ball in space all around the world. After being beating, tortured, rejected, and killed for centuries White women and Black men not only held talks but they literally started creating a brand new race in the minority class. In the days of slavery they called them 'Mulattos' which origin is Spanish mulato; from mulo mule; from Latin mulus.

Legal and illegal immigrants now face the White racist's arrows of slavery in this day. It's clearly another wicked script from the evil pages of Capt. William Lynchs' book, if not from the satanic verses. To call or label an innocent child of God as being 'Bastards' or of being 'An Anchor baby' or an Asian baby as ' A Little Chink' is a direct offense against God.

"And whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him or her that a millstone were hanged about his or her neck, and that he or she were drown in the death of the sea.' King James Version/St. Matthew 18:6

You fools do you not know how far a mother bear will travel to hunt you down if you so happen to lay one finger upon even one of her cubs? She would shred your flesh into pieces and tatter out marrow from your bare bones?

Asians also followed the White responses nearly 70% simply because they believe out of some false notion that whites are indeed superior in some way or form. Even Hispanics follow the leaders, sort to speak, more so thinking child-craft than acting like an adult.' **If we (some Hispanics) don't agree and follow along they (Whites) are going to mess with us!'**

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but racist whites are still messing with not only the 50% that agree with them, but also the remaining 50% that disagree as well. If calling Hispanic children 'anchor babies' isn't enough to resign from that club, I have no ideal what would move them.

Nearly all the Black workers claimed that their families instructed them to treat all people (races) as they would want to be treated. (Biblical at most' Love thy neighbor as thyself...St. Matthew 22: 39). Again, even more disturbing is that a large group of Hispanics and Asians workers state,

[Quote]"Other races see 'All Blacks' as bad people and if you befriend one or help a Black person they (mainly, Whites) start rejecting and treating us the same abusive way.'

The same number of Blacks (98%), also say the threat of losing their jobs and the possibility of not being able to support their family causes sleepless nights, nightmares, hopelessness, under eating, inferiority complexes, instant anger, and a host of other unhealthy and negative emotions.

When Whites were asked to respond only 3 out of all 100 interviewed present feed back. Again, many feared their names would be revealed to other workers. The first worker of the three stated, "Personally, I have nothing against Blacks, some of my best friends are Black. My sister is dating a Hispanic guy and they have two mixed kids. But if people refuse to help themselves, who am I to stick my neck out on a limb and fight their battles while they sit on the sidelines in the same position that they are in now!"

The second worker replied, "I speak up against racism only if it's directly in front of me. I won't protest, march, or attend anti-conferences on the subject. I agree it's sad in today's world. It's bad people in every race, not just Blacks! Everyone needs to be protective when they witness racist acts against people in every nationality."

The third worker responded. "Really, it's not my business. I have enough problems to worry about. America has a judicial system set up to address civil rights issues and hate crimes. Truthfully, the civil rights of every race and color of people have been trampled upon. I believe if caught saying the 'N' word or any prejudice statement about any race of people, that individual or boss should sit in jail for a few months and also pay a big fat fine. Paying money for doing wrong makes people think twice about repeating the crap. But that's just my opinion."

Question-4; Do you feel distressed at work?

When it comes to distress there were 79 single mothers out of 200 women interviewed in all four groups combined. They all should be applauded and cheered on. Race and skin color has absolutely nothing to do with this emotional feeling. Single mothers normally will suffer for at least 18 to 21 years and than worry long thereafter about her children's well-being and future such as housing, food, medical, clothing and the list is unending. The saddest part of it is that children of single mothers rarely have college funds or saving accounts to go on to higher educations. And a cycle forms of single parenting repeating itself.

Now after all is said and done, add full-time employment to the single parent's equation. It's a living hell in today's world, for moms if an employer is being impartial, harassing or acting vague to her motherly duties as if she doesn't have enough problems. With extra troubles stemming from the job the mom feels the pressures of not being able to provide for her young-In many cases the employer oust the mom and forces her and her children out into the streets of starvation and homelessness.

This includes the elderly and disable the employer often used several tactics to oust these groups who are in severe mode before they even arrive to work. Added pressures fuels the fires, now add other forms use to intimidate this group and into a defenseless spirit they all fall. In case no one has informed the managers and supervisors of various businesses that one day they too will grow old and some will become disable only then their spirits will feel the same pain of what they unfairly and intentionally have caused to others over the years.

On a much sadder note 36 women of the 200 interviewed admitted to have consented to performing sexual favors with their bosses and managers. In summary they all felt threatened that their jobs were in some type of danger. In a desperate frame of mind they simply allowed the fondling and groping. They had absolutely no confidence in their company's sexual harassment polices nor in the agencies that investigates the complaints. Therefore hopelessness takes center stage and in that mind set many will act according to the situation at hand instead of holding firm to what dignity remains.

The White boss or manger profiles his power and authority throughout the plant like a peacock displaying his feathers to impress females in mating season. Here the boss yells, abuse, screams and fires employees at will without cause to get into the targeted females' heads that they could be next. This is done in the prey's viewing. Now they ponder in their minds that having meaningless sex with a brutal thug and keeping a job far out weighs unemployment and watching their family starve.

Only two men admitted to having a homosexual affair with their white male bosses to keep their jobs under these same intimidating tactics. In addition to this inquiry 17 of the 36 women were single mothers and the other 19 were married. Also 28 women were under 25 years of age. And 9 were fired for various reasons after a week of having sex with their bosses. Five separated from their husbands and later were divorced. In total 14 women conceived 32 children with their bosses. One woman had 2 children with her manager and 2 additional children with her supervisor at the same company just to keep her job. What a shame!

Question-5; Do your employer or co-workers cause you grief?

It's no doubt that when a company's work force is predominately all white that 72% of its workers felt grief. Please keep in mind that we're talking about several companies in which those interviewed either was employed at one point or is still employed. Where as 27% had pending grievances regarding low wages, passed up for a promotions, and constant sexual harassment complaints with the aggressor being a white male of lower management. Furthermore, Blacks and Hispanics are being wrongfully set-up (framed). And we will discuss the latter to give you the reader a clear definition of grief.

Normally, the white male (s) is given a fair hearing, there's witnesses questioned, and evidence is gathered in each case. It's ironic that over 92% of all sexual harassment in-house complaints are dismissed involving white males as respondents. On the other hand 96% of sexual harassment cases at various companies where Blacks and Hispanics are respondents are found guilty and terminated on the spot even before an investigation or hearing was conducted.

We can conclude that losing a job, not being able to support your family, and being denied to present evidence and witnesses to give your side of the story would most certainly place one in a state of emotional grief. Everyday without work produces a mad monster inside first at home and secondly, within the community. Either they will look for other jobs or venture off into some type of criminal activity.

Moving on, 63% of all 200 women interviewed stated that some white women falsely accuse Blacks and Hispanics. [Quote} 'We women talk unlike men.' These are a few reasons women believe why other women lie on minorities; (1) She wants a relationship or sex and saying no to her is not an option for the man, (2) She wants him to break up with whoever he is dating or living with and move in with her (the accuser), (3) Money or drugs, she, and the guy are disputing, (4) She is a racist white girl. These top four reasons given clearly explain why the majority of white males get away with sexual harassment. One act of dishonesty can cause a family, an entire company, or community grief.

When it comes to white males (falsely accused) the white female is pretty much aware that she must put on a good act for the lie to stick. On the other hand she does not have to do any acting, because she truly is hurting from rejection. In retaliation she screams, 'sexual harassment.'

The emotion of rejection is now being disguised with the emotion of grief. Everyone can see that this woman is in some sort of pain. They are all convinced and led to believe it's due to her being sexually harassed. Now that she has their attention she continues to build-up this deceiving story of being sexually harassed and the emotions of grief are true. Remember rejection can be painful as well as cause a person much grief. The emotion of grief remains real but, the lady's story of being violated in word or deed is a ball-face lie!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE  
DUE PROCESS DENIED

How millions of undocumented immigrants are smuggled across the border and remain in the United States and

are allowed to post a bond up to $5,000.00 and are freed or granted political asylum, work permits or provided with special visas handed automatic green cards, assigned homes, cars and are provided with healthcare and social services. But, are simply left in the dark regarding the terrors and horrors they will face while working and residing in The United States of America

The raid descended down very quick and spared no one, not even the victims. Since when does anyone guilty of a crime automatically becomes exempt from being prosecution? Most of the charges against the 592 illegal aliens were identity theft, document fraud, stolen social security card numbers, and other charges of fraud.

A nearby football field served as a temporary mission, jailhouse, courtroom, and deportation center all in one. Many reports say that the illegal workers were briefed on all charges and given options on how to proceed. Our question was who gave all 592 detained workers legal advice? If five aliens needed a lawyer than there should have been at least 120 lawyers and 40 judges handling these cases if the proceedings were according to law. Remember these individuals spoke over ten languages new Spanish, broken Spanish, an orthodox Russian, and Hebrew. At least 50 translators were needed to pull off this process. Regardless of the facts there is no justice when only one party understands what's going on and the other party is lost in space!

Today's style of lynching does not fall too far from the tree than that of the old South which was created and institutionalized by one Captain William Lynch of Pittsylvania County, Virginia. Capt. Lynch gathered in concert crooked police officers and the rogue agents. Their mission was to diminish, reduce in spirit, and deprive Blacks of life, liberty, and justice at every level of freedom.

The terminology of lynching by itself goes far beyond the meaning of the word then to just hang young Black people and their elders by wrapping a noose around their necks and then hang them on tree branches. Many died from being dragged from behind by horse and wagon. Some were brutally murdered in their homes without crime or reason. Most of the slayings by white mobs were based on color and often twenty Blacks were murdered for a single crime while the police cheered them on. In those days white police officers rarely were charge of a crime for murdering unarmed Blacks as is in this day and age police without due process kill by thrill (at Will) than according to law.

The main concept of lynching is to corral, round-up, and by force congregate a targeted group. Normally the white mobs would conduct these acts upon African Americans, but in this case illegal workers are the target. The suspects are then tortured, beaten, sexually assaulted, and brutally murdered or all the above.

Faze two was to curtail the economic status of Black freemen (illegal aliens), deny them education, social services, healthcare, and the primary objective was to keep Black Americans (Illegal Immigrants) out of the political arena at every level.

At Device, Inc. this method of keeping people dumb, blind, and deaf was advocated from the upper to the lowest of management to the up-most extremes, because the only thing the illegal workers learned was how to obey, put together parts, and please their lustful masters.

Furthermore, Capt. Lynch entered into an ignorant, vicious, and illiterate agreement of pacts with bigot white leaders and racist mobs. He made an uneducated speech from a hand written letter on a half sheet on worn out paper, filled with misspelled words, errors in language, usage and grammar. This piece of paper would be responsible for the vicious deaths of more than thirty thousands Black human beings. Below you will find the article of racism which was legalized and ratified in those days;

[Quote]

"we, the subscribers, being determined to put a stop to the iniquitous practices of those unlawful and abandoned wretches, do enter into the following association-upon hearing or having sufficient reason to believe that any-species of villainy been committed within our neighborhood, we will forthwith-repair immediately to the person or person suspected-and if they will not desist from their evil practices, we will inflect such corporeal punishment on him or them, as to us shall seem adequate to the crime committed or the damage sustained..." [End Quote]

This practice became 'Lynch Law.' Twenty-five first graders pointed out at least ten errors of language, usage, and grammar in just the first three sentences and refuse to read any further, many of them calling it, "A dumb letter,' written by 'A Big Dummy!'

Over 571 of those arrested had never been arrested nor ordered to appear in a court of law. Usually, the practice was to arrest and deport in a timely fashion. Instead someone, some where, and some how convinced the authorities to try the detained individuals in a make -shift court proceeding on the football field that very same day. Now those arrested were facing 6 months or more in prison-plus huge fines.

Who legally informed the accused of their rights? Who advised the accused to enter into a plea agreement? According to the Ninth Amendment, although the accused were illegal immigrants they were still fully protected by the U.S. Constitution, yes?

Amendment-6; States; [Quote]  
Rights of accused in Federal Criminal Proceedings:  
In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and District wherein the crime shall have been committed, which District shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation, to be confronted with the witness against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense. [End Quote]

Now even terrorist, serial killers and drug cartels are afforded all the provisions of the Sixth Amendment. Keep in mind that we are talking about murders and drug smuggling on a massive level. Whereas the illegal worker is accused of non-violent crimes and yet, denied four-fifths of the rights stated herein this Amendment?

Furthermore,

Amendment-8; Hereby states; [Quote]

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishment inflicted. [End Quote]

Let's see here, illegal immigrants are indigent in every meaning of the word, many possess nothing more than the clothes on their backs and the courts demand that they pay $5,000.00 or more in fines to remedy the charges against them, and

Many are beaten, tortured, and somehow mysteriously found murdered while being in the custody of law enforcement and even worse the media and public turns a blind eye in covering and inquiring into these atrocities being committed on a daily basis. According to this Eighth Amendment the U.S. Government has violated the U. S. Constitution in its entirety.

Amendment-5; States; [Quote]

'No person shall be deprived of life, liberty, or property without due process of law.' [End Quote]

Each person or Alien at the least should have been afforded procedural or substantive due process of law.

Procedural Due Process of Law; Meaning; [Quote]

'Those safe guards to one's liberty and property mandated by the 14th Amendment of the U. S. Constitution, such as the right to counsel appointed for one who is indigent, the right to a copy of a transcript, the right of confrontation; all of which are specifically provided for in the 6th Amendment and made applicable to the states' procedure by the 14th Amendment.'

'Central meaning of procedural due process is that parties whose rights are to be affected are entitled to be heard and, in order that they may enjoy that right, they must be notified...Reasonable notice and opportunity to be heard and present any claim or defense are embodied in the term 'procedural due process.' [End Quote]

Substantive Due Process of Law; Meaning; [Quote]  
'Such may be broadly defined as the constitution guarantee that no person shall be arbitrarily deprived of his life, liberty, or property; the essence of substantive due process is protection from arbitrary and unreasonable action.' [End Quote]

### The raid continues

Absolutely no one should have been placed under arrest or questioned or compelled in any criminal proceeding to be a witness against themselves as was the case in the raid on Device, Inc.

The illegal workers were ushered into Littleton's high school football field packed in a small area and bound with chains from wrists down to their ankles. Remember there were also minors shackled along with the adults. The authorities, (Police, Sheriff, I. C. E., and other state and federal agencies), 'Fast Tracked' the court proceedings meaning (the accused were arrested, tried 4 or 5 at a time, convicted and sentenced from 6 months to 20 years or more then fined $5,000.00 to teens of millions and 571 human beings were sent to prison without a lawyer.)

Furthermore, thousands of children became instant orphans that day and were basically impounded in various make shift holding centers. And once the individuals were paroled they all faced deportation.

It had already been determined that many of the illegal workers had been raped, tortured, sodomized, and threatened not to cooperate with authorities. At least the same number of people should have been granted some type of special visa-because they were victims of violent crimes on U. S. soil.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX  
Penalties of Vice

How millions of illegal immigrants enter the United States and are granted asylum, work permits,  
special-visas, green cards, etc...And on the flip side  
many others are presently denied basic human rights and  
separated from their families as if they were some type  
of new modern day slaves.

The raid came swift and strong with a wave of 100 fully armed foot soldiers with bullet proof shields, 20 patrol dogs in orange vests, 2 heavy duty semi-tanks, 5 helicopters, 50 transport bus and vans, dozens of local, state and federal officials all led by ICE swooped down on Device, Inc. The entire plant was surrounded and the coast guard controlled the water ways with several small speed boats. The mission was to seize everyone employed at the plant first and later sort them all out once the targets are gathered together.

Nearly 600 individuals were arrested in total. One hundred of those arrested were made outside on the plant's grounds while workers exited their cars or during a snack break. But many of those loitering outside the plant were 'Johns or Tricks' attempting to pay for sexual relations with younger aliens, these individual came from all walks of life and the charges ranged from accessory to child labor violations to having sexual contact with minors.

The entire management team were arrested and indicted on white slavery charges, child labor violations, aiding and abiding prostitution, identity theft, fraud, manufacturing false documents, possession of control substances, weapons charges, rape, reckless injury, and dozens of other federal offenses.

Those illegal aliens detained came from all over the globe including South American countries, 175 from Mexico, 139 El Salvadorians, 42 from Panama, 35 from Peru, 85 Mayans or Guatemalans, 75 from various Asian nations, 16 Russians, 9 French, 7 Iranians, 4 Syrians, and nearly 50 juveniles.

And now they all must pay the price without

any other option available,  
payment in full is due!

After identifying each individual race and nationality and processing the same, all white and black employees within five minutes each were finger printed, had their driver's license photographed, ordered not to cross state lines until further notice, and ousted straight off the property. In the case of Gracie Cooper, she was the only black arrested and placed on hold in the local jail with possible charges to be announced at a later date.

Handy Gates, age 27, AKA-Aspen Sleets reached a plea deal with the state and was sentenced to 22 years in prison for human trafficking, weapons charges, drug smuggling, identity theft, and rape charges. On federal charges he was sentenced to 20 years in prison and ordered to pay $50,000.00 in restitution.

Benny Miller, age 32 was charged and convicted on 9 counts of rape, weapons charges, possession of control substances and having sexual contact with minors. Since the state had stronger evidence, all federal charges against him were dismissed. A plea deal was made instead of facing a life sentence Benny pleaded to 9 counts of rape at 5 years each and was sentenced to 45 years consecutively in prison.

They made the weave, bows and straw

then mudded it with great zest,  
how does it feel living in hell's nest?

Saundra Chase age 25, the eldest daughter of Will and Connie Chase also went into a plea deal with the feds and all state charges were dropped. Saundra was sentenced to 7 years in federal prison for kidnapping, drug smuggling, and harboring illegal immigrants. She cried like a baby all the way to her cell.

Alexis Zipper age 38, also pled guilty to 14 counts of sexual assault all against black male employees, violation of child labor laws, and drug charges. She received 20 years in federal prison and first 10 years in state prison the sentence would run concurrently.

Kurt Fields age 42, the general manager was charged and plead guilty to 46 counts of aiding and abiding child prostitution, 125 child labor violations, identity theft, harboring illegal aliens and a host of other federal offenses. The judge asked him to choose from 180 years in state prison or 90 years in federal prison and the idiot picked 90 years in federal custody. Therefore all state charges were dropped.

Facing nearly life in federal prison, Quinn Moore age 32 and his assistant one Tracey Links age 24 made up the HR department's management, both were charged with over 300 counts of state and federal child labor violations, identity thief, document fraud and wage scamming charges. In a plea deal all charges were dropped providing that they assist federal agents in further investigations against the big wigs of the company and in exchange they were sentenced to 18 months in state prison and 15 years of probation.

Leslie Barnes age 28 the plant's accountant was convicted of over a 100 counts of filing false documents to share holders, financial fraud and was sentenced to ten years in federal prison as well as ordered to repay $ 50 million upon release.

In the case of Rebecca Cage all charges both state and federal were dismissed because there simply was no physical individual. Ms. Cage did not exist nor did the rest of the 16 others in her department. Apparently Chase, Jr. and Connie, his wife created these people by identity only to launder money from the company into these fake accounts then back into their own accounts. Yes, they were so greedy they literally were robbing their own company out of millions of dollars.

Charges were brought up against Darrin Chase, age 55, the brother of the infamous owner, William Chase, Jr. He was charged with over 400 counts of human trafficking, 100 counts of rape, 80 counts of child labor law violations, 65 counts of financial fraud and a host of other federal offenses. At first Darrin was given no bail, but his high price lawyer pointed out to the judge that his client was no flight risk and his client needed to be free to close down the plant and secure the property. Darrin's bail was set at $5 million cash to walk.

The next day his lawyer and four heavily armed guards delivered the money to the town's clerk and Darrin was released that very same hour wearing a monitor on his right ankle so that his whereabouts could be recorded at all times.

Low and behold, Darrin quickly fled the U. S. and returned to Russia. After countless of requests to Russian officials and extradition writs filed by the U. S. Darrin Chase has yet to be detained or stand trial for his monstrous crime wave in the U. S.

Connie Chase age 50, was not so lucky. All state and federal charges involving her role in child labor violations, identity thief, and document fraud were dropped or dismissed. The evidence gather could not be prove sufficiently that her hand participated in the hiring of minors nor that she directly produce or paid for false documents and other related charges. But, in the case of money laundering company funds from a fake account assigned to Rebecca Cage, Connie was re-arrested outside the jailhouse and charged with 24 counts of bank fraud, smuggling illegal aliens for profit, and harboring over 500 illegal immigrants on her private land. Connie was tried and convicted and then sentenced to 35 years in federal prison and ordered to pay $100 million in restitution which eventually would be garnished from her bank accounts and property.

Months prior to the raid somehow William Chase, Jr. also Russian born received a tip from an unknown source and immediately set up negotiations with state and federal authorities.

The only request submitted by a high price team of legal representatives on his behalf was his freedom in exchange for the entire barn. The authorities demanded names of all parties both American and foreign contacts, financial records, smuggling ring leaders, information on the foreign drug lords, weapon suppliers, and the location of all money banks.(Meaning the illegal cash that is temporarily stored to a later date and then is ship back across the border and turn to legal funds.)

Everyday hundreds of individuals attempt and most succeed in smuggling millions of dollars back across the Mexican border. For every dollar seized one million makes it back to the claimer. The border patrol has their hands full both coming in and going out.

Chase, Jr. delivered to the authorities who were led to an underground computer lab where all company financial records were stored. The next stop was to his home in which he provided the federal agents with several names and other directory info of drug lords located in three countries. After gathering the evidence Chase, Jr. led the feds to a safe house where smugglers and kidnappers nested until orders were given. The feds arrested 28 juveniles (illegal immigrants) and 12 American citizens. The bust gave Chase, Jr. a closer link to freedom.

To gain that final missing letter in the equation, he sold out his wife, daughter and the rest of his entire staff by revealing their involvements date by date and dollar by dollar. William then led authorities through the night to each property-one wooden shed contained $500 million in cash wrapped in plastic and ready to ship down South.

A week before the raid Chase, Jr. relocated business activity to Mexico, change the name of the company. After further investigation he was released and ordered to leave the country and never return.

The case grew cold in finding out the real cause of death regarding William Chase Senior. Gracie Cooper was also considered a suspect, she found herself deeper and deeper in trouble. Gracie held the position of 'Trainer' therefore the authorities classified her at lower management. After a year of constant interrogation locked in a isolation cell Miss Cooper stopped speaking and went mute. She was later sentenced to 5 years in federal prison for countless charges of harboring illegal immigrants.

It was early fall leaves of maple, almond, and birch trees covered the lawn as squirrels chased chestnuts on red clay bricks. Gracie was admitted into an asylum just 3 miles, North from the docks of Device, Inc. No one has heard a word about her condition ever since.

Lou and Cynthia reunited once she found out that Lou was in the witness protection program for the Federal Dept. of Justice they were once again in love with plenty of money after winning a settlement judgment against the remaining estate of Device, Inc. Also Vera and Jose or should we say Joseph-participated with federal authorities in the raid and both received huge compensation checks.

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As for Salem and myself after working with the under cover agent for months prior to the raid, we secretly planned our escape from her entire family. We provided the state and federal government with names, safe houses, smuggling routes and hidden cash and drugs. We were escorted to JFK with a one way ticket to Europe. But before we departed our story was told to a man that I will also call a good friend and brilliant thinker. I hope his book will enlighten the world of what's going on in America's assembly and meat packing plants. My only wish is that the tax-paying citizens put the pressure on their elected officials to put the clamps down on big business harboring illegal immigrants and turning many into slaves. Good luck, you're going to need every ounce of it, Robert.[End Quote]  
Freddie

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