by De'Kari
“First of all, don’t think like that cause it’s not going to happen. You’ve trained us all efficiently enough to take care of ourselves. Not to mention we’ve all going thru and graduated both Urban Assault Guerilla Warfare training as well as the Advance Training of the Elite Guerilla.
“They indeed are your sons, but they both are highly trained and sophisticated war tacticians. So, you’ve got to let them utilize the tools that they’ve received.” Cuana loved this man so much that his pain was her pain. His struggle was her struggle.
“As for you being removed the Field Military as a Combat General, I am sure you have an issue with that. As a tactically trained revolutionary, I am more than sure that you know that this is not only the most logical move, but it is the best move for the entire organization as a whole.
“At a time when all leadership was opposed to your ideas and theories, you held steadfast to what you believed was for the betterment of our organization. You foresaw the change in the war before anyone else. So, it’s only natural, now the others have been forced to admit you were right, that you be chosen to be the face of this new above ground cadre.” Cuana’s words sounded foreign to his ears, coming out her mouth. The words sounded so much like his own, instead of hers.
“Daughter, I don’t have the slightest idea on how to be a spokesperson. Do I look like the kind of brotha that you want to meet at your local YMCA or on tv. talking about stop the violence?” They both got a good laugh out of that one.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you let that girl get an interview. And actually, you looked very handsome to me.” If only he knew.
To her he was much more than a father figure. He was a big brother, best friend and ideal of what a man was supposed to be.
“You’re telling me that because you have to.” Dok teased, but then he got serious “You need to know that when I thin of what I have to lose in the field. It’s not only the boys. Cuana, you are my little flower ,my daughter and my heart and I love you.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the check and a big hug.
“Okay now you see why I be feeling jealous all the time.” Scooter jokingly interrupted their moment.
He knew his father didn’t like the order that the Committee had sent down. Even though he hadn’t told him, there was no need for Dok to voice it. Scooter knew his father all too well. He was a warrior at heart. All he knew was the struggle.
“Naaw, little brother, you’re jealous because I’m a better shot than you.” Cuana loved poking at Scooter over their shooting. Scooter was one hellavah shot, but Cuana was by far the best shot in the Cadre. As Lieutenant Commander of E.G.U. she was in charge of the Usalama Squad.
“For one, I was sick when we took our shooting test. That’s the only reason you won. Secondly that long distance sniper shit, that ain’t the way to do it. I need to be up close and personal with mine.” Scooter and Cuana acted like this all of the time. It was just their nature.
The two of them have been behaving like this since they were kids. To see them, you would neva believe that that they were not biological brothers and sister.
“What’s going on, Afrikan?” It always made Dok warm in the heart that his three children always had gotten along so well.
“First, I wanted to check up on you and make sure you’re straight.” Scooter turned towards his father and gave him his attention, after sticking his tongue out at Cuana.
“Well, you might as well tell me what the second thing is, because I’m good.” He really was. Hell, he didn’t like the call but he would follow the orders. He picked up on it when Scooter said “first of all” which meant there was something else.
“That reporter called Elesia looking for you. From what I gather, she wants to do a report on you or interview. The message isn’t too clear on that part.” Scooter informed him, as he took a seat in one of the empty chairs.
“What reporter? What are you talking about?” Dok was confused.
“That sistah, Ms. Daniels. The one that asked you a few questions at Elesia’s Grand Opening.
He recalled the sistah that was so ambitious and beaming with pride.
“I don’t know about this.” Dok reluctantly took the piece of paper out of his son’s hand.
“You ain’t gotta know about it, pop. Just follow your heart. The rest will follow you.” That was one of his fathers’ favorite quotes.
Dok smiled at his son, proud of the man before him.
“Where’s your brother?” He wanted to change the subject. He didn’t want to appear weak in the eyes of the members of the cadre that were still around.
“Security Detail, though not always in sight, shall always be around.” Rell stepped out of the shadows behind his father, quoting another of his father’s sayings.
“For their job is to be felt but neva seen.” Dok completed the second half of the saying.
“And for the record, that might just be a good idea, the interview or whatever. We’ve been in negative light for so long. It’s time something and someone shed some positive light on our cause. This is more than just a fight with the American Government to establish the government of the New Afrikan Revolutionary Nationalist. It’s more than building self pride and self worth, it’s about giving a lost people hope again. This woman is presenting you with the appropriate platform. You should not only take it but utilize it as you would any other material or informational asset.” Everything young Darrel told him was accurate and he knew it.
Dok looked at his children prouder than any father who ever stood in front of his children. Though they were killers, trained and specialized militants were revolutionaries taking up for a cause. They were vanguards for a people who had lost the will to fight. Most importantly they were his little children. His precious seeds.
The four of them stayed and talked for almost thirty minutes. The conversation touched on quite a few subjects. By the time they were done, Dok’s mind was made up. He would be an advocate for the cause. He would give Carla Daniels her interview.
Chapter XX
Brian Pickett, 1/6/15 killed by Los Angeles, CA. Deputy
Denzel Brown, 3/23/15 Bayshore, NY shot and killed by officers
Brandon Jones, 3/19/15 Cleveland, OH shot and killed by officers
Askari Roberts, 3/17/15 Rome, GA tased by police three times
Eric Harris, 4/2/15 Tulsa, OK shot and killed by a 73-year-old part-time reserve deputy
Walter Scott, 4/4/15 North Charleston, SC shot and killed by officer
De’Angelo Stallworth, 5/12/15 Jacksonville, FL shot and killed by an officer
Brandon Glenn, 5/6/15 Los Angeles, CA shot and killed by LAPD
Lorenzo Hayes, 5/13/15 Spokane, WA died in jail in the hands of Deputy, no one knows how
Kris Jackson, 5/15/15 South Lake Tahoe, CA shot by police in the back while climbing through window
Kevin Higgenbotham, 6/15/15 Trenton, NJ beaten to death by officers
As name after name rolled up the screen the deep, powerful voice could be heard speaking. The video was made less than nine hours ago, and it has already become the topic of discussion in every conversation across the United States.
“These atrocities that have plagued the fearful hearts of my people, have gone on far too long. Innocent lives lost at the hands of those chosen and sworn to protect and serve the citizens that they are and have been slaughtering at will for the longest. This fascist infrastructure they call a so-called Government has simply turned a blind eye on the crisis at hand. They are the ones who’ve orchestrated and helped facilitate this modern-day race driven genocide.
“If this injustice were just going on in one area or one region, then perhaps one could argue that it was a singular incident. But, this is happening in almost every state across the map. These weren’t gangstas or killas or hardened convicts. These were simply unarmed citizens. Jonathan Sanders who died July 8, 2015 was in a horse buggy when officers spooked his horse and as the brotha attempted to calm the h
orses, he was choked from behind until his death.”
The names of innocent unarmed blacks who were murdered by law enforcement officers continued to roll u-p the screen while the voice talked. The video was on every social media sight that played video. It was also on YouTube, Twitter and Facebook. Though his face is not seen, it is evident to the world that the cat they are calling Batman is the man behind the video.
Victa Larosa III, 7/2/15 Jacksonville, FL – shot and killed by Deputy
Asshams Manley, 8/14/15 Spauldings, MD – tased with taser, shot with gun and beaten
India Kager, 9/5/15 Virginia Beach, VA – shot and killed by officers
Lavarte Biggs, 9/5/15 Durham, NC – shot and killed by officer
LJames Carney III, 8/31/15 Cincinnati, OH – died due to police taser
Junior Prosper, 9/28/15 North Miami, FL. – shot and killed by officer
Keith McLeod, 9/23/15 Reistertown, MD – shot and killed by police
The names continued to scroll up the screen. These were only the blacks murdered by the police in 2015.
“David Felix was living at home dealing with mental health issues when he was murdered by the police. India Kager was a mother and a Navy Veteran. These were not monsters, yet they were gunned down and murdered like wild animals! Fuck that! They think that they can just kill our loved ones, gun them down in the streets like dogs! Like this shit is a game. Like no body gone do shit. Well this is only the beginning! I promise you mothafuckas, the Dragon has reared its ugly head and the face is upon all Law Enforcement! I give a fuck about race, color or creed. If you wear that shield you have made yourself a target.”
“Now the Government and police want you to fudge the numbers. I assure you that the individual body count is over thirty slimy pigs. Once you include the Dublin Police Department that got blown up, then were at around 300 dead pigs and I’m just gettin’ started!
“Sandra Bland was only twenty-eight years old when we all saw her forcefully pulled out her car like a common thief. She was beat and dragged across the pavement, only to be murdered in the county jail in Walker County, Texas on July 13, 2015. I dedicate my next act of eradication in my quest to eradicate the corrupt and poisonous law enforcement to Sandra Bland, may you rest in Heaven, sistah!”
The video quit playing. He laid there in the bed for a moment to gather his thoughts. He handed the phone back to his sister then finally spoke.
“From the sound of things, you probably should have woke me up sooner.” He told her with a sincere concerned look on his face.
Her emotions got the best of her and French Tip jumped up out of the chair and gave her brother a big hug.
“La’Mont, I love you so much, brother.” She told him as a tear slid down her face.
She didn’t know what brought about the rush of emotions, but suddenly she wasn’t a stone-cold assassin. She was a little girl finding safety and security in the warm comfort of her older brothers’ arms.
“I love you too, Booger. Don’t cry, little sis. It ain’t as bad as it seems.” What Voorheeze had no way of knowing was that his words were the furthest thing from the truth. Shit was real bad and they were about to get fucked up!
Voorheeze had been fully awake and alert for a few days. When the doctors first brought him out of the coma, he felt groggy and very tired. As time and days progressed he slowly regained control of himself.
Captain Vieira had been there for him the entire way. Yesterday, she’d had no choice but inform him of her occupation, which was a shock to him. A bigger shock was her filling him in on everything regarding law enforcement and the federal agents and Batman.
Today, French Tip brought the news of everything that had transpired with the Family. Learning that Dok Holliday was out of prison and at war with Clark fucked him up. Learning that Clark had threatened his sister was the worst of the news. That blow vibrated to his soul. It was an unforgiveable sin, one he had to deal with.
He was and had always been a natural leader and a leader had to comfort his wolves. Silently he chastised himself for succumbing to his emotions when T’Rida died and not maintaining his discipline. His vendetta against the police would neva be regretted.
Voorheeze hated police for what they did to his brotha and what they’ve done to his people. For so long, that war would continue but first he had to take care of home.
He decided to lighten the mood. “How was your fashion show?”
Satin Doll was his sisters’ heart and soul, so he knew talking about the fashion show would cheer her up.
“I didn’t do it.” She whispered as the tears flowed. He held her at arms distance and stared into her face, trying to read her pain.
“I wasn’t going to have it without you. I kept putting it off until you woke up and could come.” Her words touched his soul. This was his little sister, his booger, his little daughter.
Images of when they were younger flooded into his mind. The many lonely, cold nights when all they had was each other because both their parents were out running the streets, somewhere getting high, or tryna get high. The countless days and nights they’d starved because he was unable to steal them something to eat.
He couldn’t let the nightmares of his past fuck with him. Not now!
“Then I guess you need to get up. You got a lot of work to do because it’s time for the world to be introduced to Satin Doll.”
As a smile formed on her lips, the tears stopped flowing down her face.
“How much work needs to be done for you to be ready?” He asked her.
“Just need to get the word out again and get the venue. Everything else has been ready for a while. You know this was the third time I had to cancel the show, so I don’t know if the promoter is going to take me seriously.” The last time she’d spoken with the promoter, she had gotten the impression that would be the last.
“Call her and tell her you’ll triple her salary and pay her in advance. That’ll motivate her.” He was touched by the fact that she had waited for him. It meant the world to him.
“You want me to give her triple what she charges? Boy, are you crazy?”, she asked with a “what the fuck” look on her face.
“Naaw, I want you to tell her you will give her triple what she made last year. In order for her to make sure everything goes exactly how you want it to go, I’m paying for it.” The money wasn’t nothing, but what it was going to do was everything.
“Thank you, brother.” She couldn’t conceal her excitement as she hugged him again.
They sat and talked for a little while more. Mostly about the revealing of Satin Doll, but also about a few other things.
Yesterday, Vieira had tried her hardest to convince him to straighten up, especially with the feds lurking. Voorheeze wasn’t listening to none of that shit. His family needed him. Batman needed him. Mentally he’d been gone long enough fucking with the coke. Now it was time for him to be himself, that nigga he was born to be.
He still hadn’t wrapped his head all the way around the fact that she was the police. Not just the police, but the Chief of Police. One thing he hated was a cop.
The two of them had met and hit it off a little while before the shooting. Their chemistry was fire, but there were many things that they didn’t know about each other still.
As he got up to get ready to start his exercise routine, his thoughts were on the many things that needed to be done. The many fires that were burning.
In order to combat all the flames, he needed his head in the game. He also needed to prioritize.
**** N. D. ****
Oakland, California
Most people’s tempers would be seething, to say the least, right now, but not SAC Andreatta. She was poised, cool, calm and collected. Allowing her temper and emotions to run wild was not her style.
If she allowed the two videos that she had just watched to get the best of her, then she would be allowing the videos and the perpetrators in them to be one-upping her in this battle of the wits.
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The video of officer Hedgecock getting reamed by his lover was sickening and appalling. Looking at it from a professional standpoint, that was just his personal life. Him being a freak was his business. His professional behavior and conduct were impeccable as far as she could tell.
The second video, the one that the cop killer posted on social media, deserved her attention and further analysis. She played it again as she thought of the ramifications a video of this magnitude could have. (Andreatta was a graduate of Harvard Law. She held her criminal Law Degree from Yale University graduating Suma-Cum-Lade. She was approached by the Bureau her last year of undergrad school only to turn it down. She wanted to focus on her studies and get her degree). She drew so much attention, that her last year of grad school, the bureau came calling again. This time it was successful in recruiting her.
Her analytical mind was second to none. This talent allowed her to rise quickly through the ranks and earning the respect of her colleagues. She didn’t doubt that her opinion was not taken lightly, which was good.
If this video was allowed to grow into full blossom, the ramifications could very well put the country in an uproar. It was not a hidden fact that the number of African Americans being killed by law enforcement across the country was completely unacceptable. If this video were to bloom, there was no telling what the blacks would do.
Immediately after watching the video, she sent word to her superiors of her analysis of the situation and her recommendation. Federal blockage of the video.
It would be a hard fight to get it done due to the first amendment. The freedom of speech would sit in their way. However, the Patriot Act post 911 would give them leverage. After all Jenkins ties with the Black Guerilla Family, which has long since been classified as a domestic terrorist cell would give them the authority to enact the Patriot Act and supersede the First Amendment.