and stood over her dead body.
Phaedra stole my moment. That was my moment. I was supposed
to be there standing over my mother. Not Phaedra, damn it! As I continued to watch the show week after week, I realized that Phaedra never ever had a care in the world for my children or for me. She used me, and she had used my life as a stepping-stone for her own personal greed and gain. She’s such
a greedy bi**h!
Every time the show aired, I was sure to tune in so I could listen
closely to her opening statement “I’m the ultimate southern belle. I always get what I want!” This was Phaedra’s whole demeanor. She believed that everyone and everything served only beneath her. This all opened my eyes and led me to my realization. That was exactly how she viewed me. I was beneath her. I was a dummy, and an ignorant fool that would never realize what hit
me. You got me good Phaedra, just like Curtis had gotten my mother!
The more I watched the show, the angrier I became, and the more
counseling I needed. I was about to check myself into a mental hospital when I watched the episode of her giving birth to her baby. I couldn’t help it. I started having flashbacks, and going to that dark place. I vividly remembered the day I gave birth to my baby, handcuffed to a bed. Phaedra had her family there with all the cameras and the producers of the show there to support her. I had nothing and no one there to support me. This just wasn’t fair! Not on
any level!
The episode when the forgotten member of Destiny’s child strolled
into Phaedra’s office crying about how she had been to jail, and just wanted to get her life together. Phaedra actually had the audacity to cry. Are you serious right now Phaedra? Then she said she had the golden touch, and promised that young lady she would assist her in getting her life together. Oh my God!
That was just too much for me to handle.
Then there was the episode when she left her baby for the first time
to return to work and she cried. How about you walk a day in my shoes, and let’s see how many tears you shed? My newborn baby was taken from me
moments after she was born, and where were you then Ms. Phaedra Parks?
Ms. King had to console me! Lord, help me, PLEASE! My battle
wasn’t over… It was years later, and I was still fighting for my life. I had been framed like Roger Rabbit! That was one of my favorite movies as a kid. I watched it over and over, but never once did I imagine that it would happen to me. It was taking everything in my power to keep me from popping up on Phaedra’s doorstep. No lie, especially when I thought of her standing in my spot disrespecting my mother’s remains. In my mind, it was as if she had walked straight up to the casket, and spat right in my mother’s face. When I thought about everything I had lost, everything she had taken from me. That was my breaking point. I couldn’t take it! I had to pull myself together and
write it out.
Phaedra, I knew you would be reading this book along with millions
of other people throughout the world. I want all of you to know that this was not done out of vengeance, but solely based on justice. Justice, the thing that
America was founded on, and God said vengeance is His. Enough said.
Phaedra was a genius at creating illusions. She masterminded the
perfect crime against the Federal Government, and everybody involved served time in prison, except her. No, she never put a gun to my head. She never made me do anything. I accepted my faults and I paid my debt to society, but what about how she used me, and destroyed my life? At the time of our campaign of crimes, she was a sworn officer of the law. She had taken an
oath to uphold a certain standard.
She knew exactly what would happen if I were to ever get caught. Phaedra Parks just didn’t care. She had me working during my pregnancies without regards to my children’s well being or mine. Phaedra never cared or considered how they would end up. Why would she help everyone rebuild his or her life, but not reach out to help me? My life had been destroyed, and she
played a major role in the destruction.
I called her when my children and I were living in the homeless
shelter. I reached out to her on several occasions and she never once lifted a finger to help us. I have one question for Phaedra. My mind really remains boggled and I need to know the reason you were at my mother’s funeral,
when I now know you obviously didn’t care?
Well, I shouldn’t expect an honest answer, but I know the truth. It
was only Phaedra’s ploy to make sure I never implicated her in any of the crimes she masterminded. It was a tactic she used to persuade me that she was a true friend and was indeed on my side. But what type of monster finds
joy in other people’s pain?
I called just about every attorney in the city of Atlanta pleading my
case. I knew I could get her in a civil suit, but every attorney claimed that the statute of limitations would hurt my case. I didn’t buy that. I knew the truth. All of a sudden that secret society amongst lawyers actually did exist. The one Phaedra told me she would use if I ever got caught. It was meant to only
worked for her, and was never intended for me.
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many attorneys I took my case to be-
cause I wanted to expose Phaedra for who she really was. I even reached out to Goldie Taylor, this time I went in depth about my prior relationship with Phaedra. I told her about this new manuscript I had completed and asked her if she could help me. She explained that she had just attended Phaedra’s wedding, and that I would never make it as a writer. Five minutes later, I received
a telephone call from Apollo. Goldie must have given my number to him and Phaedra. I had just changed it the day before, and besides my husband, Goldie was the first person I had given my new number.
Apollo was interested in making things ‘go away’. Our conversation
was short and brief. I felt that if anyone should be calling me, it should be Phaedra Parks! I had no desire to speak with Apollo. He found that out when I hung up in his face. At that moment I started to wonder if Phaedra was the real reason Goldie had dropped me a few years back after she had promised to function as my literary agent.
Shocked but not surprised by Goldie’s actions, I kept pressing. A
few days later, I spoke with a reputable attorney who was a friend of my great friend. He told me to file a complaint with someone at the state bar of Georgia. I filed a complaint. It was about thirty-three pages long and took them six weeks to arrive at a decision. My complaint was dismissed. They made reference, as everyone else had done, that there was a statute of limitations. Legally there was nothing to be done.
During this time I began receiving prank calls to my home, prank
calls from DFACS, claiming that my children were being abused, and threats were being made against my life. I had awakened a sleeping demon. It was on again, the battle of Armageddon, the fight for my life.
Phaedra Parks broke several rules governed by the State Bar of
Georgia.
Rule 1.2 Scope of representation: From the website of the State Bar
of Georgia, states that: A lawyer shall not counsel a client to engage in conduct that the lawyer knows is criminal or fraudulent, nor knowingly assist a client in such conduct, but a lawyer may discuss the legal consequences of any proposed course of conduct with a client, and may counsel or assist a client to make a good faith effort to determine the validity, scope, meaning or
application of the law.
Rule 4.1 Truthfulness in Statements to others: A lawyer is required
to be truthful when dealing with others on a client’s behalf, but generally has no affirmative duty to inform an opposing party of relevant facts. A misrepresentation can occur if the lawyer incorporates or affirms a statement of another person that the lawyer knows is false. Misrepresentations c
an also
occur by failure to act.
And most profoundly:
Rule 8.4 MISCONDUCT: It shall be a violation of the Georgia Rules of Professional Conduct for a lawyer to:
(1) Violate or attempt to violate the Georgia Rules of Professional Conduct, knowingly assist or induce another to do so, or do so through the acts of another;
(2) be convicted of a felony;
(3) be convicted of a misdemeanor involving moral turpitude where the underlying conduct relates to the lawyer’s fitness to practice law;
(4) engage in professional conduct involving dishonesty, fraud, deceit or misrepresentation;
The maximum penalty for a violation of Rule 8.4(a)(1) is the maxi-
mum penalty for the specific Rule violated. The maximum penalty for a vio-
lation of Rule 8.4(a)(2) through Rule 8.4(c) is disbarment.
In the court of public opinion this would be an open and shut case. Slam dunk, the truth being that obvious. I don’t understand and will never understand how a person sworn to uphold the law could be involved in criminal racketeering schemes which were carried out against the Federal Govern-
ment and this person continue to practice law in the state.
During the process of completing this book, I dreamed of a huge
black snake inside my bedroom wrapped around my ceiling. I was aware the snake was a representation of the enemy that I was fighting. I knew that a snake in my bedroom suggested that this was personal. I couldn’t fathom
why the snake was above me, and not under my feet where it should be?
Phaedra seemed to be untouchable and all the way above the law. But with this book, I would like to pull that snake down from over my head, and put it under my feet where it belongs. Besides, my mama told me that the
only way to kill a snake is by chopping its head off.
In exposing Phaedra Parks for her wickedness, and showing the
world just how much of a snake she really was, I have reclaimed my life. Giving life to the disadvantaged children, and helping the world heal was my other goal. The enemy who constantly tried to destroy my life has lost the fight again, but God opens doors that no man can close, and He closes doors
that no man can open.
People of the world, the bible tells us that even Satan disguises him-
self as an angel of light, and to beware of the wolves in sheep’s clothing. My story is a true story of betrayal. I have struggled just about my entire life because no one would listen to my words. But right now, the world hears me and now my life has meaning!
“Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.”
Romans 12:19 (NIV)
The following pages are original copies of my Federal indictment, my complaint to the state bar, Phaedra Parks’ certificate of service, and the arrest record for Johnnie Cabbell. I refuse to remain silent any longer.
Silence destroys lives. So please Don’t Ask Just Tell, and Stop the silence!
Table of Contents
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Foreword
Chapter One The Path to Destruction
Chapter Two The Devil in Disguise
Chapter Three The Ties that Bind
Chapter Four Whispers and Warnings
Chapter Five Road to Redemption
Chapter Six A Bottomless Pit with No Way Out
Chapter Seven Finding My Way
Chapter Eight A Sorrow Heaven Cannot Heal
Chapter Nine My trail of tears
Chapter Ten Three Steps Short Of A Breakthrough
Chapter Eleven Ultimate Betrayal
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