For those who are genuinely concerned about my mother, Elizabeth Ann Green. I have not spoken to her in over two weeks . I don’t have any way to contact her because she doesn’t have her own phone although a close friend did purchase two phones for her in the past. If you know her, please check on her as she would check on you and help you if she could.
One of the last times I spoke with my mother, I overheard her ask my sister if she prays that she (my mother) will live to see me come home.
Understand this. My mother is someone who has advocated and sacrificed for the people of Robeson County and abroad ever since I could remember until she had a brain aneurysm and stroke on the same day in 1999. Most people don’t live 24 hours when such an event occurs and the odds of surviving eight years is slim to none.
Twenty Four years later, my mother is still living. Most inspiringly, she always greets me with joy, encouragement, & humor.
She also encourages me to be the Knight she raised me to be by staying prayerful, & preparing for war in a time of peace by strengthening my spirit, my mind, and the mastery of the tools used in the workshop of the mind to build my character and to master the universal spiritual and humanistic laws that govern us all and as individuals.
By example, Ann Green gave me the ability to fight for my freedom as honorably as possible under the chivalric code of honor, the real G (Gentlemen) Code by being gracious with adversaries because the GOD in me is the same as the GOD in them no matter how far we all depart, in conduct, from living GODLY.
Her graciousness is not exhibited by allowing those opposed to me to walk over me, slandering me with libelous ad hominem attacks to divert attention from the fact that by law and fact I should’ve been home at least TWENTY YEARS AGO.
Her graciousness is not exhibited in kowtowing and genuflecting to corrupted power, manipulation, nor to my own flaws and their threats. We walk IN GOD. No one can take the walls of our temples until I have fulfilled my purpose just like a brain aneurysm, stroke and losing her closet family didn’t take Ann Green away from here. And NEVER will anyone be able to claim the sanctuary which is our Spirit as their territory.
Her graciousness is revealed in me not using the same fire against my opposition that they have used against me. I have not knowingly nor intentionally made any false accusations against anyone connected to this case. When I have discovered my mistakes in assessing a person’s character, intentions, motives or actions, I have corrected it, privately and publicly.
When attempts were made on my life by officials through their so called ” shooters” I showed restraint after whupping their asses in self defense and didn’t hurt them like I could’ve with the skill set Nick and Peggy Caulder ( Stand Up All Scotland County Boxing Club Alumni!!!) because they also taught me that real warriors show mercy because we don’t fear the come back.
Ann Green made her son get on that red van to the Caulders boxing gym in Laurel Hill, North Carolina. Because of that, I’ve never had to use a shank to defend myself, even when cowards came with theirs. And, because of them, when I took the L I took, it never crossed my mind to sneak attack him.
My mother lost her mother when she was nine months old and still embraced everyone’s child as her own ,including Larry Demery, the person who not only lied on me and tried to send me to death row for his actions , but also lied on her.
She lost her brother to PTSD, crack, and a shotgun blast to his face…yet she forgave and embraced those who caused his death because he was the aggressor and because of her faith.
She forgave the mentally ill man who killed her close cousin, Chucky, and in doing so, taught me that vengeance is beneath us because we don’t know everything, that only GOD can dispense that type of judgment. She even forgave me when I accidentally recorded over her BASF cassette tape of her and Chicky singing together, the only one, even though I still feel bad about it.
My sister has spent her entire adult life being my mothers primary caretaker with little resources, and without the chance to mature and develop her own individuality. Like my mother, she has sacrificed on many levels.
There is no playbook for this type of struggle but for those who genuinely love my mother, you know how to show up for her, whether you are Christian, Muslim, gay, straight ,messy, classy, Democrat or Republican, you know. Not just for her but for all of our Elders, and all of our warriors who deserve to sit on the porch in the shade and enjoy life.
So for those who try to poison the well my family and I drink out of by trying to mischaracterize me as “difficult” & “ungrateful” because I value the too little time left that my mom has over covering up your hypocritical colleagues’ crimes.
For those who criticize me for using all of the law, who won’t carry their burdens in good faith, who won’t enter the courts for us without trading and selling us out, and try to keep us out yet claim that Black lives matter, claim that they love We The People, take oaths to uphold the state and federal Constitution that you break daily, and use your superior education, your weapons, your poisons, and your buffoonery to momentarily ki all and maim our potential.
GOD BLESS YOU to Receive the Graciousness My Mother, Elizabeth Ann Green Gave Me.
AMEN. ASHE. NAMASTE. SHALOM. AS SALAAM ALAIKUM. OM MANI PADME HUM. ONE LOVE UNIVERSAL!