He was given freedom in our Capitalist society to start a business, which still stands today and is run by my father.

These are principles Ben Laden and terrorists were attacking. Not just people and property of America. They coldly and calculatedly were attacking hopes and dreams we stand for.

They are not crazy. They are not religious. No true Muslim, believes in killing of innocent.

They are not just anti-American, they are anti everything America stands for. We were last bastion of tranquility in world.

We were last place on Earth considered safe by every free thinking human on Earth.

That's why they sang God Bless America across globe yesterday. That's why a woman in France said everyone is an American today.

America is not just it's physical boundaries. It's not just it's people. It's a mind set. It's hopes and dreams of so many who've never even set foot on our shores.

With all our blessing comes responsibility to go forward and to keep "Great Experiment" alive.

We are here to stay and all we ask is "Don't Tread On Me."

God Bless America and God Bless everyone around globe who were Americans yesterday.

God Bless

On February 14, 1990, I was arrested for crimes committed during a drug and alcohol induced black out. I still only have vague bits and pieces from time to time, but no real memory. I was sentenced to State Prison. Truly I was rescued; and my parents were going to be safe. I was released 18 months later, had a gorgeous little boy, who is my very heart and soul, and had a beautiful relationship with my prison consular, (who is my son’s father). I had a life, three phone business (legal) from my home, and most importantly, a family.

My mother died in may of 1993, and I relapsed on Crack. I had also been given extra-ordinary information that my mother was actually my biological grandmother. My father was actually my step-grandfather. My biological mother committed suicide in my presence when I was three tears old, and at last notice (1970) my father was in Army. I would love to find my birth father and have all of my adoptive records. I just don’t know where to begin. On top of all of this, my son’s father, who I had just married, was already married to someone else.

I binged for a few months, and spent a great deal of money. But then I did manage to get sober, get to meetings, get it together. When I relapsed I was also arrested for violation of Probation. I refused to sex my parole officer, so he violated me. Once I got all of that mess taken care of, I was back home, getting myself back together and everything was cool for a few months, three if I am not mistaken. Then I got a call that my dad/step-grandfather was ill. I must get from central Florida to north Florida immediately. Well, I borrowed a friend’s car; I drove to my hometown and was pulled over for speeding (just 5 mph over limit). I was concerned about my dad. After pulling me over, this police officer I didn’t know proceeded to search my car, “because he felt like it”. He reached under front seat of car and stuffed in there was a soda can that had been altered to smoke crack with. I figured I would tell him truth, it wasn’t my car, it is borrowed, and my dad is sick, I had to hurry to make sure my dad was okay, you see? He didn’t want to hear it. He put me in back seat of his patrol car and took me way out on a back road. He said, “You suck my dick real good and this can will suddenly disappear.” I figured to myself that I done more for less and I didn’t want to violate my re-instated probation, if I did I would be going back to prison. Well, he lied. I did what he wanted and he submitted can for evidence and it gave me two parole violations.

Right now I have been in prison for eight years, maximum security, and close custody. I will be released in approximately two years, with gain time. I was sentenced to 27 years in prison for those violations of probation and 5 years for can. Yes my sentence is very illegal, excessive, and unconstitutional. They just don’t care about you if you don’t have a influential, reputable attorney for your representation. And that takes money. I can’t even buy a stick of deodorant much less afford an attorney. I have been fighting my case- and all motions except one have been denied. I have no where to call home, no family (except my son who is with his father).

I do have a great deal of gratitude though. After all that I’ve been through, I didn’t contract Aids, Hepatitis, Herpes, and ECT. I am very healthy and I’ve received and education in here that money simply couldn’t have bought. Yes, I am a very jaded woman. But I can still laugh, stop and smell flowers and see magic and beauty in a precious sunrise, sunset and face of Full moon.

Well that is my story… oh one other thing… a priest that used to come to prison to hold Mass once told me that “Cocaine is Devils Spit”. I am Wicca and do not believe is a devil, per say. But it is single most evil thing that I have seen in my 32 years. I am guilty of surviving abuse best way I could. I am a survivor. And I am a damn good woman too!