CHAPTER 1

EVENTSLEADING UP TO MY ARREST

InMay of 1997, it seemed as if the doors tomom “Project” had began to open. Mom had been working on this project, fornearly thirty years. It was the most important and, interesting project, in mylife, at the time learning about my family history. Finally, I began to see momwork making some progress. The “Project’ is about her fathers “Estate”. It wasmom single most important thing, outside of her raising a family. Mom wouldalways share certain information with all of her children about our familyhistory. I was the type of person, that never took the information she wouldpass onto us serious, although I would talk about it. She would talk about ourfamily heritage, where we came from, and the important things regarding mygrandfather, “William McQueen”. I tend to refer to him as the “REAL”, WilliamMcQueen. The one and only William McQueen, in Charleston, South Carolina, notthe created William M. McQueen, or the created William B. McQueen, or thecreated William H. McQueen, and all the other William McQueen they havecreated. When I would write certain offices in Charleston South Carolina, Iwould tend to remind those folks of the one and only. This was due to the factthat, ever since 1972, physically my grandfather has been dead, but civilly,for the benefit of all other’s profiting from his death he has been kept alive,and his estate open. His name will never die, as long as they can continue toreap my mother and her sister’s “Royalties” from the “Oil Companies”. When mygrandfather died in 1972, the City of Charleston, and the South Carolinagovernment, and other family member’s, started reaping the benefits from hisdeath. For nearly thirty years grandpa’s “ESTATE” has been open. It should havebeen closed one year after his death. This was suppose to be the role, andresponsibility, of the probate Judge, handling my grandfathers estate, there inCharleston, since they felt they had the power to probate the estate. Iunderstand that Judge Gus Pearlman along with either the clerk of courts, andthe head of the Record Menses Conveyance, which was Robert King at one point,was responsible for making sure, mom and her sister’s receive what, was and isrightfully theirs. But this was never done. Instead the Judge appointed anattorney, that suited their governments benefit, by creating a situation, thatmade it look like my grandfather, didn’t own much of anything, when in fact,grandpa own the entire state, of South Carolina, and boundaries extendingfurther west to the pacific. I didn’t know how the State can take away “RoyalLands”, that passes from heir to heir. The Judge never once mentioned to mymother that the estate of my grandfather did not have to be probated. And thatthe land is suppose to automatically pass to the heirs upon the death of mygrandfather. Nor did the Judge tell mom that she really didn’t need anattorney, to have the property of my grandfathers transferred over to her andher sisters, this was the responsibility of the “TRUSTEE’S”. This was somethingthat, upon grandpa death, the trustee’s were responsible of doing. I personallybelieve grandpa had a “PURE TRUST” that wasn’t under the control of any laws byany government or artificial entity. For nearly thirty some odd years, thisgovernment has been holding on to “Land and Royalties” that don’t belong tothem. This Nation, of people continues to except the lie. In conducting yearsof research, our family had came to the conclusion that someone else had been,playing the part of my grandfather. Someone had taken on his identity. Somefolk’s have looked at me like I’m crazy, when I’ve shared this with them. Butit is true. It took years to figure this out, and we did. I wonder what do you callthis? Would you consider this a “CONSPIRACY”? If mom hadn’t secured,information to support her claim, they would have probably tried to have hercommitted, in the mental hospital, where she would spented the rest of her timewaiting to expire. But if you ever seen the movie called, “The Day of theJackel” (the old version), then you can see what I saying about taking onsomeone else identity. In the old version of “The Day of the Jackel” the starplayer was hire by two men to assinate a leader from another country, and toget to this person, he has to change his identity. He began to take on otherpeople’s identity, preferably dead people. The benefit here was to conceal hisreal identity. The actual people, in moms case hid themselves behind the State.The State is nothing more than a geographical area, or a location of an area,it has no feelings it has no human elements that it can communicate with man.So I ask who is the “STATE”? And what type of benefit are they receiving off ofmy grandfather lands. Mom often wondered why? I would ask myself what’s thebenefit? The real answer, to that, I have come to conclude it to be was “THEPRIZE”. Whoever is using my grandfather’s name, has used the same similarscenario, but with a different twist. In my grandfather’s case, instead ofcreating one of him, they created several persons with this same name. Theyjust used the same name but changed the middle initial. There was a William S.Mcqueen, William A. McQueen, William H. McQueen, William B. McQueen, and WilliamM. McQueen sometimes a.k.a. Martin W. McQueen etc, all owning the same land.How can that be? May of 1997 was a very interesting time. Keep in mind a mouthbefore the stuff had started with my brother, mom had secured the 1663 Chartersand the 1665 Charters, these were the Charters given by “King Charles11” ofEngland to the 8 Lords Proprietors. I often wonder why they had to continue touse my grandfather’s name. One day I read an article that talked about“Solution to Successful Estate Planning”. In this article, it mentioned, ourmost precious right is the scared “Unlimited Right of Contract. It went on tosay that, that Right of Contract is unalienable, then it stated that itpredates the constitution, and is the very foundation of the Constitutionitself! It went on to explain that, the “PURE TRUST”, was established in 1765,this was suppose to have happened, before this country came to exist. Thearticle read that Patrick Henry had created this “PURE TRUST” for the Governorof Virginia (and it is still in existence, today!). This got me to wondering,could this be the reason these people had to continue to use my grandfather’sname? Maybe grandpa had his land tied up into a “PURE TRUST”. As I continued toread on, the article, told the amount of years the “PURE TRUST” had survived,it stated 235years, without EVER being pierced—not once! The Pure Trust wasn’tcontrolled by any Law, other than the Constitutionally guaranteed right tocontract. Hum! It stated that the “PURE TRUST” was a contract. And that eventhe IRS had ruled that, The Pure Trust Organization had no tax requirements. Inother words, its “TAX EXEMPT”! The Pure Trust was something that did not haveto be registered with the government. If this was the case with my grandfather,this would explain partly how his Land/Royalties, were easily taken and usedfor someone else’s benefit. This type of “Trust” is absolutely “Private”! Ioften wonder, is this why they had kept grandpa’s name alive! The Pure Trustcouldn’t be broken. They know this! So they had to create “The Jackal” toperform their dirty work of stealing my mother and her two sister’s land.Notice I said two sister’s, meaning aunt Effie and aunt Lue. My grandfather hadwhat is known as “ALLODIAL LAND”! That is it was held by absolute ownership inthe holder of the “Fee Simple” without any of duties of services to an overlordwhich characterized a feudal system. Grandfather was a holder. His land wasfree of any duty or service to be rendered to anyone. Mom had filed a “DEED of DISTRIBUTION”,this was a form of transferring part my grandfather’s estate, into her and hersister’s name. For years there had been a struggle, to receive any form ofcooperation from these folks down South. When it had anything to do with mygrandfather estate these folks would make receiving information difficult. Mostof the time mom wouldn’t receive what she wanted. But the beginning of thetransferring of the Land had begun in Berkeley County? Who’s County? John LordBerkeley, a.k.a. John McQueen. Lord Berkeley is not his real name. The wordlord meant that he was the owner of that particular land’s. People with greatwealth; tend to hide their identity as well, for security reasons. But when Isaw whom the “King” had made the large land grants to I knew part of the truth.Mom has, “lord Knows” how many lands grant, given from the King to JohnMcQueen. The amount of land, the type of land, the time that the land wasgranted, and the location, is very key, to making the connection, to knowingwere we came from. And knowing that my grandfather William McQueen had totalpossession of all of this as recent as 1972, let me know that the Charters,hadn’t been forgotten. If, the Charters were forgotten, then North Carolina,couldn’t or wouldn’t have transferred, the 1663 or the 1665 Charters over tomom. North Carolina, wouldn’t have made this acknowledgement, that grandpas,was the last “REMINDERMAN”. Prior to some of the property being transferredinto my mother’s name, there were some good people that had told mom that, anattorney was not needed, to actually transfer the property from a descendant toan heir. I bought a book that dealt with estates. We weren’t sure how it wouldhelp. But mom was able to establish question to ask the folks; she had dealingwith, as she journeyed down the path, making positive steps toward securing theCharter and Deed’s to the property. Actually, I felt things were beginning tohappen. Although, it had already started, in the 1990, when she startedreceiving the “TAX WAVIERS. The tax wavier were an acknowledgement that grandpawas owner of all the land that had been denied mom and her sister’s. Mom wassent some blank forms from the Tax Commission, and the Department of Revenue tobe filled outs and sends back. Mom had forgotten that she had them in herpossession, until dad and I encouraged her to fill them out and send them back.When she did the South Carolina Department of Revenue, and the Tax Commission,had sent mom back the Tax Waivers with their “Seal of Approval”, wavering thetaxes to be paid on the lands. This meant that there were no taxes due. Aperson who owns allodial land doesn’t pay taxes. If anything, he is thecollector of the taxes. The 8 Lords received what was known as a “Quit Rent”.My great great grandfather John McQueen received, a certain thing called a‘Shilling” or some other form of goods, and service for the lease of land in“Fee Simple” to another person. I assumed that both of the above mentionedoffices would have kept records of the transactions, regarding the happening onhis lands, all the way back to the 1600’s. When mom had received those approvedwaivers, I asked myself the question, why would this office transfer theproperty over to her, if it weren’t true that grandpa did owned all this land.Surely if they would have told her that upon submission of the forms, if therewere a problem with mom information, they would have rejected the information.Both the Department of Revenue and the Tax Commissioners, has to have a way ofverifying wherther or not mom was entire to having that property transferredinto the heir’s name. And why would this department, wavier the taxes on landsbelonging to someone else? That wouldn’t make any sense to me. If I were thehead of the tax department, and had to give my approval, by singing off on sometax waviers, I would first make sure, that all of the information in mypossession, has been properly verified, and all procedures has been followed,in making sure the person, I am giving this approved wavier, was, and, is therightful person. The Department of Revenue and the Tax Commission are differententities. Now, are you going to have me believe they are going to make the samemistake, by given mom those approved waviers. Surely if they had a problemwith, her claiming to be the daughter, of William M. McQueen, or William H.McQueen, or any of these guy’s ownership to this same land, you can bet theSecretary of Revenue who signed those waviers would have bought this to mom’sattention. The Tax Commissioner, himself would have done the same, by bringingit to moms attention if there were some discrepancy in the ownership of thatland. If I had decided to fill out those same forms, and sent them back, I betyou, they would send me something back, asking me to show some form of proofthat I was the heir to that property. So the tax waviers were a form ofacknowledging that my grandfather was the actual owner of these lands. So, whywere mom, and her sister’s being denied their father’s Land/Royalties? I don’tknow why I am asking this question. I already know the answer to this question.For so many years mom was told that her father didn’t own, but a few little oldlots. In 1989, our family had, went down south to conduct the research ofgrandpas estate. We came to find out that, the tax waiver were a part of theprocess used in transferring of property. But in 1976 they rewrote the laws,four years after the death of my grandfather. So the laws of transferring theproperty of a deceased, I presume they had change to suit their own benefit. Myguess was that at one point, the Tax Commissioner might have been involved inthis process, not the probate courts. There were many large land grants fromKing George to my great great grandfather John McQueen, whom is the father ofJoseph McQueen, my great grandfather. Joseph McQueen is the father of mygrandfather William McQueen, who is the father of my mother. Some of the familymembers wanted, us to believe that Joe and Joseph is the same person. JosephMcQueen was a white man, this was were my grandfather William receive his skincolor and his gray eye’s. Joe McQueen, according to his birth records is ablack man, but this isn’t my great grandfather. My grandmother had shared withme some time ago that Joseph McQueen was my great grand father and he waswhite. But by saying that Joe was our grandfather he didn’t owned anything thiswas a coverup, to keep us from knowing the truth. Mom had shown me some of thegrants from “King George111” to John McQueen, from the various counties. Ilater discovered that “John McQueen, had received “Royal Land Grants, ColonialGrants, Memorial’s, and State Grants” of lands, that are unbreakable chains oftitle. A chain of title that can’t be broken normally passes the title to anheir, or a relative, next to kind if there aren’t any heir left. I rememberreading a book called the South Carolina Land Polices. In this book it spoke ofthe permanent settlements of North America. It told that “King Charles11” hadgiven two Charters to the “Eight Lords Proprietor” the 1663 and the 1665. As Iread this book I read a statement that said that all of the land that the“King” owned was conveyed to the Colonial Charter’s. I presume that the EightLords Propietors were the one’s that ended up with all of that land through the1663 and the 1665 Chaters this were the permeant settlements settled in thoseyears. and one book I read stated that the 1663 and the 1665 covered all ofNorth America. I wonder! what did this mean, I wasn’t for sure. As I read onthrough the book, I read a section that stated that each of the Lords reserved,for themselves anywhere from three thousand acres to twelve thousand acres ofland. I am also sure that when a person has first picking of their desires oftheir heart they make sure they pick the best. This even went, in the pickingof land. They would probably want a good location. The reason I mention this isbecause, John McQueen, had large tract’s of land in various locationsequivenlent to the size of land mentioned in that section of the South CarolinaPolices book. And at the time, these grants were made out to him it was duringthe Royal period. The period were between, 1774, 1775, and 1776 that JohnMcQueen had receieved those grants of land. I oftened wondered why he had receivedRoyal land grant it seemed to me that Royalty stayed amongst the Royal family.As a child growing up, I was always taught that “Royalty” was something thatalways remaned in the famliy. Therefore, I often wonder if we were part of theRoyal Family. And if so why were we being denied the free right to have and,enjoy the things in life that they have. And if we weren’t part of the that“Royal Family, then why is it that my greatfather Joseph McQueen’s, name islisted in the Archives& History Department, in Columbia South Carolina,owning the same land, as John McQueen, a.k.a. John Lord Berkeley. Also with thetype of land my grandfather owned, and the time period “John McQueen” hadreceived those grants, from the King, in 1771 to 1775 or 1776. This time periodwas known as the Royal period. The four original districts of Carolina, wasmade up of Berkeley, Collecton, Caven, and Grandville count. The civil warhadn’t came until the mid 1800’s. I not sure when the North and the South weredivided into individual States! But when John McQueen was given these grants,it had to be before the North and the South had divided. And the four originaldistricts, Berkeley, Collecton, Craven, and Grandville, left me wonder if, thetwo States combined, North and South Carolina covered those four districts. mygreat great grandfather John McQueen, owned large tract’s of land in each ofthose counties, some being Royal Grants” of equalling anywhere from threethousand acres to thirty-five hundred acres of land, the same as that of the 8Lords, regarding there personal use. I often wonder if John McQueen was the“Earl of Granville”. During 1774 to 1775, the person who had received RoyalLand Grants from the King, for lands located in Granville, later became theEarl of Granville. In the 1665 Charters to the Eight Lord Proprietor, itmentions that after the Royal Government had relinquished its government inNorth America. One of the 8 Lords had, maintained his property right’s it wasthe Earl of Grandville. I was told that those four original districts, made upthe entire Carolina State. Before there was North Carolina and South Carolina,it was just, Carolina. Although in the county of Granville John McQueen onlyowned two hundred acres, of land in this district. Oops! I meant to say county.A district must have been larger then a county. The two hundred acres was aRoyal Grant. I wonder if those folks really thought, for one minute that theyhad momma McQueen fooled, by changing the amount of land, mom said this aboutother things that they had covered up as well. But the Royal Grant of just fortwo hundred arces, I am not surprised, since everything else has been a changedand cover up. This is when my eye, to all of things mom had been sharing withme for years. My eyes were opened to discovering, my heritage, who I really amvs what I had been told, by those who wanted me to believe something other thanthe truth. They were either ignorant, to history themselve’s, or they just wantme to know about my heritage. These’s type of people tried to make me feel likeI came from nothing, and tried to make me feel like I was beneath them. Theylive in total ignorance of the truth, or they think I was a fool. As I look atmy heritage, it tells me that people of different races have been mixing upever since the beganning of creation. Those type of people, have always wantedme to believe that we as black people didn’t have a background. We were just abunch of nigger’s that came from Africa on a slave ship’s. and for us lightcomplected people, we were the house nigger’s, the slave masters had ourgrandmothers as their play toy. It was never told to us that this wasn’t truein everybodies case. And if this be the case, I wonder if this was the sametheory applied to King George’s grandmother or great grandmother. I rememberreading an article saying that his grandmother was a mulatto. If this be so,than people of color were mixing up long before this slavery thing that tookplace here in America. These were some of the storie, I had to listen togrowing up. After learning about my heritage, it helped to cleanse my soul ofthat nonsence. We were never told that interracial marriages had been takingplace long before the 1800’s. Early on when my mother would tell me thingsregarding our history, I wouldn’t make any negative remarks in her present, butI would comment later about how foolish it might have sounded. I remember hertelling me a story about my great great grandmother Sadie Laragree. SadieLaragree was married to Jim Laragreeone of the largest slave master’s in thestate of South Carolina. Grandmom Sadie carried Mr. Laragree’s last name. TheThomas Jefferson story should have received special viewing by its viewers.Sally Hemming, didn’t take the last name of the slave master in no way shapeorform. Learning about my heritage, gave me something to explore. I received abook, from the South Carolina Archive’s on the 1663 and 1665 Charters, in it Isaw a picture of John Lord Bekeley. I put the picture up to my mothers face andmarvelled at their resemblancces! My mother, and John Lord, looked dead on eachother, she looked more like she could have been his biological child ratherthan my grandpa. My aunt Lue looks like King George spit her out, and my motherlooks like John Lord, spit her out. I didn’t notice the resemblance, between mymother and John Lord, until one day my sister Ieisha fixed moms hair in acertain hairstyle similar to that of John Lords, shown in that history book. Attimes I still have my doubts about certain connection, but it really don’tmatter. I often find myself, on the search for a more clearer answer to thispuzzle. Although mom has already secured the answer to most of my questions.Sometimes I feel she puts me through a test to see how much I have retained,from all that she has taught me. She would give me small projects, to work onto see what I have come up with. She would seat back, and watch me put togethersome of the information she would present to me, to see if I could see what shesee.

I came to realize thedriving force, that held moms, attention for nearly thirty years. Gathering theinformation, and piecing it all together was almost better than having sex. I’mjust kidding! But it was a great feeling, seeing how pieces of the puzzle fit.The “Project” had a such and “AW’, to it that it kept, you seeking more andmore. Some of the information, I would receive was like having something thatwas forbidden. Something that you’re not suppose to have! It, reminded mesomewhat of a story, I read out of a book, called “Eyes of my Soul”, written byTyrone Power a former FBI. Mr. Power mentions in his book something to theeffect, that when he was recruited into the FBI academy, he had access to thelibrary. In the library there was information that was classified and unedited.This information was only accessible to certain people not to the generalpublic. There was a part that made me think about mom’s project. The part wherehe mentions, about walking into this library, and having access to information,that the outside public knew nothing about, or had access to. It was likewalking on forbidden grounds. When Mr. Power, mentioned the part aboutforbidden grounds, it made me wonder, what made this area so important, to makea person have the thought of it being forbidden? I assumed that there might beinformation that someone did not want someone else to gain access too. Therecan be a many reasons a person could assume! The bottom line is there may bethe “Truth” to something that is being concealed, for what every reason, andfor the benefit of another! In my mother, and her sister’s case, theirheritage, their father’s identity, their father’s land, and his blessing of thebenefits that come with it upon his death. But to receive any information regardingmy grandfather was forbidden, at certain times. This was to be kept a secret!The “WEALTH” of their father is to remind hidden from the world. Although in mymother case, I guess those people are saying, we will continue to reap thebenefits from William McQueen, “Wealth”. If the Heir’s don’t know what theirfather owned, we won’t tell them. And if by chance they should happen todiscover their “Treasure”, then we will make it extremely difficult for them toobtain whats rightfully theirs. The Forbidden ground; here is information aboutgrandpa “TRUST, and ESTATE” and what happened to it. The forbidden grounds alsoreminded me of a movie, I use to watch as a child growing up. The show wascalled the Long Ranger. I remember watching the one, where the Indians had alarge tract of land, which had these huge mountains on it. In the mountainsthere was a certain type of valuable materials, such as precious metals, thatcould make someone very wealth. The Indians were given the land under certainconditions. That was if they would abide by the laws written in the contract,of the “TREATIES”. This rich Rancher, in the movie, knew the story behind themountains. Most people were scared to death to go near these mountains, exceptthe Indians and a few others. The people, that didn’t knew the truth about themountains, were told, that the mountains were haunted, and bad things happenedto those who went near it. I guess the Rancher had his people guarding themountains, and when people would go near it they would be scared off. Themountains are another example of my mother Project, and example of what Iconsider to be the forbidden grounds. The dirty old Rancher knew that thesemountains weren’t haunted, but he wanted everyone else to believe that theywere, so that he could pursue the land for himself. He wanted to keep this asecret to himself, and those that were working for him, and the only way hecould steal the land, was if he could get the Indians to break the treaties. Sohe set out to make it look like the Indians had broken their promise, bymisusing the land. The way the Rancher, did this, was by, hiring some guy’s,that dressed themselves up like Indians. After they made themselves up, theywould break laws in front of the sheriff, who didn’t know that they wasn’t realIndian, only someone else wanting him to believe that they were Indians. TheRancher had the Governor of the state in his back pocket. The Governor, wasinfluenced, by the Rancher, this was all the Rancher, needed to get his showoff. The Governor controlled the law enforcement. On the days the Rancher, hadhis hired men do his dirty work, there would be the sheriff, to confirm thatthe Indian were seen breaking the laws of the Treaty. But what the sheriff, andhis men didn’t know, was that the Rancher had set this up, this way to make itlook like the Indians were breaking the laws of the treaty. The sheriffcouldn’t catch, the guy’s, so this is where the Long Rancher, came in. He wasresponsible for catching the guy’s, once he got them back to the jail hediscovery that these guy’s weren’t real Indians. They were hired by theRancher, to do his dirty work. The Indians wouldn’t use the land for suchselfish gain, even though it could have bought them great wealth. The mountain,was someone else’s forbidden grounds, it was a Treasure. Charleston, SouthCarolina is my mother’s, forbidden grounds! For years information about herfamily has been hidden right there in that little old town called Charleston.It’s funny how history continues to repeat itself over and over again. Theycontrol the temple. They control all of the people, and all of the offices,here in this little old united states of America. And I am willing to bet youthat, it’s through this little old town called Charleston, South Carolina. Ioften wondered if this, was the little old town that was spoken about in a bookI read called the “Pandora’s Box”. Charleston, have the power. But we can’t doanything with them right now. But we can make their life a living hell! This ishow our family’s life has been going for nearly thirty some odd years. Theywill never be able to truly enjoy what’s rightfully theirs. Mom was then andnow considered to be a troublemaker, a true (Boat Rocker). She will be a (BoatRocker), until the day she dies, when it comes to fighting for what’srightfully hers. Since Mrs. McQueen, want back down, we will make her and herfamily suffer. First we will start with their finances. By limiting theirfunds, by taken away their jobs. In the 1970’s mom was working for WesternSouthern Life Insurance. Later the company terminated mom’s position, due toher trying to exercise her rights. She was receiving unfair treatment. Dad wasworking for Charles Taylor. I later discovered that Western Southern LifeInsurance, name was listed on some deeds of land that belong to my grandfather.I guess they were watching moms every moment through their agents. Within thosesame deeds I discovered that the housing authority which handles the “HUD”housing, was also listed in the deeds. I wondered what was this all about. Ididn’t understand what these two entities would have to do with lands belongingto my grandfather. I could only assume that they were studying my mother. Shewas their subject! In the mid to late 70’s dads employer moved their company.Dad had worked on this job for a good sixteen years. Next came the foreclosureon our home. Take the home from them and their children will have to relocateschools, and their environment. And we will place the people around them to watchthere every move. We will set negative influences around them, hoping that theywould fall. The pressure was so great at times, but patience and perseverancehad it place. All of these hurdles, and we are still fighting, hoping one dayto grab whole to the prize. I meant the “PRIZE”. (Daniel Yergin wrote a bookcalled the “Prize! In this book it talks about, Oil, Money, and Power). Iremember there was a gentleman by the name Michael Winfield, that would visitwith me periodically at my home. He used to sell incense, amongst otherthing’s, music, book’s etc good brother. One day we were engaged in aconversion, regarding the buying and selling of land. I was sharing with himabout the discoveries, of my family’s history. Before he left my presents thatday he made a point of letting me know that the man who owned the land ruled.At that time I didn’t understand! Later I began to ask myself was GrandpaWilliam McQueen that Man. With all the stories I’d heard about my grandfather,and about all the money he had, in my heart grandpa “William McQueen, is theowner of all the lands listed in the 1663 and 1665 Charter’s, that had pass tohim from his father Joseph, whom received these lands from his father JohnMcQueen, not “Lewis Cass Payseur”. This is the person that is spoken about, inthe book called the “PANDORA”S BOX” that suppose to own the all the Railroadshere in North America, the Federal Reserve Bank and, the United States is onlyone-third of his wealth. I find it very interesting that North Carolina, becamea Royal Colony. This is were the Charter’s to the 8 lord’s remained. And thisis where Lewis Cass Payseur, Estate #12317 is suppose to be located. I onceread something that said that Mr. Payseur, owned all the Railroad’s and all thefortune 500 companies, and that he was the wealthiest man on earth. But I betyou it really was my grandfather. Although the amount of money and what thisman or my grandfather owned, isn’t the factor, rather the lie that has beentold about our history, and continue to be told. The truth is hidden from usall why? I remember mom had told me that grandpa had many of homes. In one ofhis homes, there were big boxes filled with important documents. Mom said shewas always curious, about what was in them. So she opened one of them up andfound incorporation papers. Mom wonder why would he have these documents, shelater came to believe that, all of those fortune 500 companies were owned byher father not Lewis Cass Payseur. I often wonder if the King had granted Mr.Payseur the same land! I do remember the grants given to the 8 lords were“ABSOLUTE”. This was before the grants given to John McQueen, then onto hisson, Joseph McQueen, on down to his son William McQueen. It seem to me thatthese people claiming something that don’t belong to them, need to learn the“Origin and Terminology of Rights in Land” not in thievery. The Railroads areannexed to the land, owed by the landowner, not to mention anything that isattached to the property, like the Corporations. Whatever becomes attached tothe land, actually became the property of the one who had sovereign right’s inthe land. This government gives us the image of the Rockefellers, Rothchilds,Lazarus, Vanderbilt’s etc, as possessing, and dominating the wealth in thiscountry. But I know better than to believe that nonsense. These folks aren’tscratching surface to the wealth, of the real “Royal Family”. I can’t believethat these men had more wealth than John McQueen. Besides history tells us thatJohn D. Rockefeller was and organizer of all the Oil companies. I wonder if hewas leasing the land from a landowner, were the oil was being taken. And Iwonder who in there right mind would give up there mineral rights for someoneelse to have it were the other person could make more money then the ownerhimself. The sovereign landowner, owns all of the natural resources and rights!Do you think that the owner is going to allow the other person, who is just, anorganizer, to receive more money than the owner. I don’t think so! Adlest Iwouldn’t! I remember one Sunday afternoon my son Raphel, and I, were watching amovie. In this movie some lady owned a large tract of land. She had aboyfriend, whom was helping her take care of the land. There was some guy, whowas very knowledgable in the business of drilling for oil. And even though theguy, had never struck oil before, he had a hunch about oil being on this womensproperty. He confronted the women about it, but the women seem pretty reluctantat that time, about letting the gentlemen explore the possiblities of oil,being on the land. The guy seemed, pretty sure that she had oil on her land. Hewould put his ear to ground, and claim that he could hear something. This mandidn’t have any money, to fund the drilling that was needed, even if the womenhad agreed to allow him to start the project. The man was very persistant,finally the women gave in, and gave her consent for the drilling. Being thatthe man didn’t have any money he had to borrow some from the bank, to fund theproject. Unfornately the bank wouldn’t loan him the mone, he didn’t have anycollateral. So he went and found this rich man who had some money, butunsuccessful in getting the rich to loan him the money, he ended up, robbingthe rich man, of his monies, to pay his help to start the project. He gottogether some of the guy’s that knew how to set up the rigger and pumped foroil. He struck oil. And his goal had been accomplished. He became a millionareinstantly on that one time deal, but the lady who owned the land became amulti-millionaire, because she owned the mineral rights to the land, that kepton producing. The man with the idea was just the organizer, but the person whoowned the land, owned the Royalties. The man with the idea was nothing, withoutthe person who owned the land. I understand, in all reality the earth belong’sto God and the people! Although according to the laws established by the sevennations, that governs the uviverse, these laws were set up for a certainpurpose. Part of that purpose was how these lands would be used by the people,and for the purpose of sustaining us as inhabitant on earth. And the ultimatepower to control, and distribute, these lands, I believe were giving to a Kingor Queen. I wondered if grandpa felt that he was the King of North America.Deep down inside of me, I believe he was, but inspite my believes, thisgovernment wasn’t going to allow this to ever be known. Not a man of color! Hisskin isn’t the right shade! He was just one man, with a limited amount ofeducation. He wasn’t even a high school gradute, but owned all of this. His“birth rights”gave him his title. Grandpa was a businessman, who had greatcommon sense. Although they took his life and his son life they couldn’t erasehis name, or his legacy. This is why, they had to create middle intial, in hisname, to make it appear, to be a different person. I remember reading a letter;my mother had received from down south from some attorney. Mom had wrote thisattorney regarding grandpas estate. The attorneys, response to the letter,regarding the property of my grandfather. He started that, he believed the landmom was referring too, was of a person of the opposite race, and not the sameperson. In this letter mom asked, why would the State of South Carolina, deed 11.6acres of lands belonging to someone else, to her and her sister’s? In theletter the attorney wrote he went on to say, you might be right! The WilliamMcQueen you are referring to might be one in the same person. In so many wordsthe attorneys attitude was, so what! It’s not going to change what we had doneto you and your family. You couldn’t image the rage I felt inside of me,knowing these folk’s are participants in the stealing of my mother and hersister’s land. And knowing that I am one person what can I do? Nothing, butcontinue to gather information, just as mom did, hoping that one day someonewould help. They control the government that runs this country. They controlall of the agents within the agencies. What can I do, but walk around with angerinside of me? Inspite what I was feeling inside, mom has always provided mewith reassuring words to comfort me, in the mist of dealing with the things Iwas feeling inside, and this adversary. She always let me know there are stillgood people in the world that sees what they do. There are others that have hadtheir lands stolen from them, from a government. But the attorneys attitudeleft us with that impression, that he was a part of that party that were agovernment of their own controlling my grandfather “TRUST”, and keeping mymother and her sister’s from having what’s rightfully their. And I assume that,the attorney, and whomever he was working for felt that, no body will listento, Mrs McQueen nor would they receive any help. Reading that letter, this wasthe impression that it left upon me. This was one of the many letter’s ofdiscouragement that would come as mom what seek to find the truth from them,that many times, she would already have the answer too.

Mom never seemed to be a bit worried about thesediscouraging letters. She had always seen things in a different light. I guessmoms thoughts were, when you know the truth, you never have to feel a sense ofdiscouragement or disappointment, behind the lie’s told by other’s. In 1995, mysister’s Tonya, Rhodesia, and I drove down south. We went to the probate court,in Charleston, South Carolina. We went there to meet with the Probate Judge, tosee if he would put his seal of approval on some Tax Waivers, so that the formscould be submitted to the RMC, which is the same as Records Menses ConveyanceOffice. This office was to continue the process of transferring the propertylisted in the Tax Waivers over into the “Heir’s” name. Which belongs to mom andher sister’s. Upon going south, mom had spoken to someone down south that toldher, what to do with those approved Tax Waivers, from the Tax CommissionersOffice, and the Tax Revenue Department. They have informed her that she neededto have the Probate Judge, sign off on them, and submit them to the RMC, tohave them verify the property owned by the deceased, and transferred over tothe heir’s. Once the Probate Court has been notified of the death of a deceasedperson, either the Probate Judge or the head Clerk in the Probate Court Officeis responsible for conducting a total inventory check, of the total assets andliabilities of the deceased person, so that the real estate can be turned overto the heir’s and the personal property of the deceased can be properlyadministered to cover any outstanding debt that might be owed, to anycreditors. After all debts have been satisfied the reminding portion are thenspit up, amongst each heir. And equally portion out. In my grandfathers casethe only outstanding debt that he owed was a credit card debt, less than sevenhundred. The remaining funds should have been spit between, my mother and hertwo sister’s Effie and Lue. Once the Probate Judge, or the Clerk of courts,should have taken the necessary steps, in closing out the estate. This shouldbe done, within that year, right after the death of the deceased. Although as Isaid before, my grandfathers estate did not have to be probated! The ProbateCourt didn’t have the power to Probate Grandpa’s estate. My grandfather’sEstate is still open, in Charleston South Carolina. Why? Maybe if there is noacknowledgement of this death, then maybe we can continue to use what don’tbelong to us? Physically he is dead but civilly he is alive. Part of gatheringthis information can be easily done through the RMC, and through the otheroffices mentioned about. Tonya, Rhodesia and I, get the strangeous looks, whenthe folks in the Probate Courts, Office found out that we were thegrandchildren, of William McQueen. It was almost as if they saw a Ghost. Iremember once when an Uncle in law, William Porter and I traveled down southwe, stopped by to see my grandfathers nightclub. As I was pulling up near thenightclub, a guy that looked like a, Jamaican brother, was coming out of hishome. He lived directly across the street from the club. I pulled over to speakwith him regarding the owner of the nightclub. He asked me if I was Queeniesson. He told me that I looked just like my Grandfather. When he saw me it wasalmost as if he had seen someone returning from the dead. But while, Tonya,Rhodesia and I, were in Charleston, visiting, we meet the Probate Judge, andthe head of Clerks office. The Judge asked us to come into his office, we wentin, Tonya and I sat in the two chair’s closet to the Judges desk. Rhodesia saton the love seat behind us. I handed the Judge, a stack of certified copies ofthe Tax Waivers. He asked me, what am I to do with these? I said, put your sealof approval on them. He told us that, he couldn’t do this until the RMC officehad verified that information contained in those Tax Waivers to be true andaccurate. I, then asked him for a copy of there policies and procedures,governing the Probating of estate. He broke out the South Carolina, law andcode book, that was created four years after the death of my grandfather. Iasked him if it was possible for me to receive a copy of the edition writtenbefore the 1976 edition, that he had presented me with. He told me that hisoffice didn’t have a copy of that, and that, he wasn’t for sure those earliereditions could be obtained. I then asked him for the publishers name andaddress, so that I could contact them. He allowed me to look at his laws andcode book to copy the publishers name and address. While we were there in theJudge’s office, I mention to him that someone from another office had told usthat, it was his responsibility, for acknowledgment of the property of thedeceased person. And to conduct a complete inventory of the total assets andlibilities of that person estate, before it’s administered to the Heir’s. Iwent on to say that, the person had shared, that after the Judge has, place hisseal of approval, on those waviers, then the waviers are then submitted to theRMC office to be Transferred over to the heirs. Once the Tax Waviers has beensubmitted to the RMC offfice, that office was responsible for confirmimg thatthe information contained in the Tax Waviers and what contained in theirrecords or verified. So that the Real Property can be turned over to the Heir’sof the deceased. When I bought this to his attention, he began to look realstrange, as if I wasn’t suppose to know that. He turned real red in the face,as I was explaining, and challenging him on his responsibility. His head clerk,stood nearby the side of his desk. I looked up at her, she had her arms folded,and her jaws got awfully tight, as I explained what had been shared with me bysomeone else who knew what the Probate procedure were. After, sharing this withthe Judge, he started denying what I had conveyed to him, of having no truth tothe matter. He told me that the Tax Waviers didn’t mean anything. I knew betterthen to believe him, my mother Aunt Alice P. McQueen, had property belonging tomy Grandfather, transferred by Tax Wavier in 1974, from the Tax Commissioneroffice. But at this point my sister Tonya had went off on him. Tonya voice tonechaned from being nice and friend to a high tone of anger. She startedquestioning the Judge, about the waviers, she said what do you mean the TaxWaviers don’t mean anything? Tonya, could sence that he wasn’t being truthfulto us. The Judge said the Tax Wavier only wavier the Taxes being paid on theproperty, it doesn’t transfer the property, to the heir’s. But I wondered whywould the Tax Conmissioner, wave taxes in my grandfather’s name to my mother.This didn’t make any sence to me. So I told the Judge that, I understood thatthis is how it, and was done in the pass. My question was why would the TaxCommissioner Office make an acknowledgement, and a transfer of the propertybelonging to a deceased into the decendants name if it weren’t so? They justdon’t make mistakes like that! The forms that come from the tax commissionersoffice has on them, transfer of property, from the deceased party beingtransferred to the decendant. I was saying to myself that matbe this is how itwas done in the pass. And at the time of my grandfather’s death in 1972. Maybebefore the laws came about in 1976, this was how it was done, and maybe theydidn’t want us to know. There was a strange reason why they didn’t want us toknow what the probate of estate procedures were prior to 1976. Not that itreally mattered, deep down inside of me I knew none of the laws applied tograndpa’s estate. My inner spirit told me that grandpa had a “PURE TRUST” thatwasn’t governed by their laws. To me the laws they had made were laws, thatallowed them to steal. So by the Judge’s response, I felt we were wasting ourtime, and we were gotting the run around. We left his office, and went over tothe RMC office, to see what they had to say. When we got there we spoke withthe head clerk of that office. We asked to speak to the head of the Department.That person was out of the office. I assumed that this was already prearranged.The clerk asked if she could be of any assistance. We explained to her that wehad just left, the Probate Judge’s Office, and that we were told by the Judge,that the TAX Waviers we had, needed to be verified, and approved through theRMC office. The women we were talking to looked at us real strange, when shelooked at the documents, we had given her. She said I’m not familiar with thesedocuments, and I’m not sure what is to be done with them. She said wait just amoment let me go ask my supervisor. So we waited. When she came back she toldus that they couldn’t do anything with those documents until the Judge, has puthas seal of approval, on the documents acknowledging that the person listed inthe documents was deceased. At this point I understood, that it was time for usto be heading back to Ohio. I remember going south in 1998 to file some papersfor my mom. I had a negative encounter with a head clerk, in Berkeley County,South Carolina. My father John Sr. and I was in the RMC, office where we werefilling some paper work. When we presented the paperwork to the head of clerkto file, she started looking over all the documents. She never once told usthat the documents were incomplete or that she couldn’t file them. We wereadding to my grandfather file, information, that should have already been gathered,by each of the Probate Courts, in each of the Counties where grandfathersproperty is located, that is if they were going to do things according to there1976 laws. While we were in the process of filing the “PAPERWORK” the clerkwould make all sort of negative comments. Her first comment, was I don’t knowwhy, you guy’s are still fighting for your grandfather’s land. She just camerightout the clear blue sky with this, as if it was any of her business. Thisis what I was thinking to myself, as she made that smart remark. I nicelyreminded her that her business wasn’t to concern herself with my familiespersonal business, but to file the “PAPERWORK”! before we could leave, she toldus that she hoped that we would never come back down there. She went on to ask,if we were frustrated with working on the “PROJECT”? she advised us that weshould give it up, and let the folks that’s using it continue to use and haveit. She made it clear that she wished, that we would never return south everagain. To say the least, this womans whole spirit was sicking. I startedwondering if she was taken payoffs herself. I couldn’t understand a personwalking in off the street, and you just take a personal interest in someoneelses personal business. I said to myself, maybe, she is a relative of thoseinvolved in this conspiracy, and she’s covering up for someone elses. Can youimagine dealing with folks such as this, for nearly thirty years! I know thatthey, are surprised that mom hasn’t lost her mind. Oh believe me, they weretrying, by any means necessary. When I discovered the truth, and started seeingthe connections the puzzle, it explained why the struggle exist in my familieslife, since the time of grandpa’s death. In my mind, I think of it as a“CONSPIRACY” to steal my mother, and her sister’s land, use their “Royalties”for thieir own benefit. It is a Conspiracy to have denied my family a life thatwas already laid out for us. It was a Conspiracy to have denied us of our true“Identity”. The Truth about about who I am, and my ancestry, and to keep itconcealed from the world. Those involved in the conspired to keep our identityconcealed. But it’s Ok for “Prince Charles” to be known! In our case, the worldis not yet ready for the real “Truth”. And as a result, we must make sure thatthe “FORBIDDEN SECRET” doesn’t leak out. When I use the word we ! I am speakingabout all those involved in keeping my mother, and her sister’s from receivingwhat’s rightfully theirs. They have been hindering people for a long time of acknowledgingwho we are on this earth. I remember reading in my son Raphels histroy book,about who the “Eight Lords Proprietors” were. It mentioned that the Eight Lordswere “King Charles11” eight favorite workers, then it turns around, and saysthey were his friends, and that the King had given them a Charter of land. Itwas called the Carolina Charter of 1663. There were actually two Charters givento the Eight Lords, the other was the 1665 which covered more territory. Thesewere the two absolute, and permanent settlements, from the King to the Lords.These lands covered all of North America. Reference to this information can belocated in the Abeka history book, on the history of the Unit States. In thisbook on page ninty-one it tells, that these eight men became the owners ofCarolina. They could make their own laws for the settlers to obey. But theirmain interest was making money from their “New Colony”. On page ninty-six, itstates! Did you know? When the King gave Carolina to his eight friends, theboundaries of Carolina streched from the Atlantic Ocean all the way across tothe Pacific Ocean! At that time, no one had any way of knowing the size ofAmerica. The great size of our land, was discovered by explorers, and pioneers,in the years ahead. John Lord Berkeley was one of these men. In moms researchshe have come to believe that we are the decendants of John Lord Berkeley,a.k.a. John McQueen. Based on the land that was given to John McQueen, duringthe Royal period, it’s, the same land owned by the lord’s. The “Pandora’s Box”speaks, about John Lord Berkeley ending up which of the land, here in NorthAmerica. And that North America only made up one third of all that he owned.The other two thirds were over seas. But my grandfather Willim McQueen ownedall of this as resent as 1972. I guess a question might be raised, what doesthis have to do with my “Arrest”? Well I asked myself that same question, overand over again. I can only assume what I believe based on the things that Ihave experienced in the past. All these things that my family, and I have gonethrough, have left questions in my mind, that there is something behind all ofthis. In May of 1997 Mom have received over 500,000 acres of land, plus SCOCO,which stands for Southern Cotton Oil Company, Beatric Food Company, which wasor is still part of ADM = Arch Dale Midland, and some. All of this wastransferred to mom through a “DEED OF DISTRIBUTION”, in May of 1997. Shortlyafter, all hell broke loose! A mouth after mom had received a deed to some thisland, she had been fighting for, Nairobi is charged with aggraved murder. Andmouths, later I end up going to trial looking at receiving thirty years, forthe intrimidation of a Judge, Prosecutor, and Attorney. The court wanted tolock up mom as well, and my sister Tonya. I guess this would have been a goodway to take out the whole family. Why? In the early part of 1997, the Secretaryof Revenue from North Carolina Department of Revenue had “Approved” thetransferring of the first “CAROLINA CHARTERS OF 1663. This was the first“CHARTERS” given to the Eight Lords Proprietors. Once the Secrectary of Revenuehad signed off and given mom their “Seal of Approval” insuring that theinformation she had presented to them was correct. Meaning that William McQueenwas the last Remainderman or Holder to this land. The next step was to presentthe Charters to the Register of Deeds Office. They were the people whotransferred the property from the deceased person to the deceased personheir’s, that approval came in November of 1996. Before the events happened withNairobi and myself. Mom was bringing us up to speed with the “Project”. Mom hasalways had a certain level of trust for all people, that is until you gave hersomething to cause doubt. This was even with us her, children. But she had goodreason. My Uncle Asbury, moms brother, and my grandfathers death was the firstreason. The second was the stealing of her fathers land, and the lie’s told toher by the South Carolina Government. Correction I meant to say, certain peopleworking in public positions, abusing their authority. Whoever these folks are.They were even good at dividing and conquering certain family members, from mygreat grandfather line of children, through my grandfather’s line. Startingwith mom’s half sister, Mona Ann Scott, mom’s second cousin, Flyord Pressley,on her moms side, and mom’s half sister’s mother Alberta Scott, whom is, of norelations to our family. The lie’s that continued to grow out of their mouths,about what my grandfather didn’t own. For my grandfather not to have ownedanything,! I wonder how did they end up with some of Williams, land? But I willnever forgot the first lie, an attorney told mom, as a child growing I waslisterning to the convesations between grown folks. One of the first attorneyshandling grandpas estate had told mom that grandpa only owned five little lots,little did they know this plot to take my grandfathers land was overheard. Thefolks in the south must had forgot that, mom lived there in Charleston, oncebefore on two occassions. Mom was born in summerville, in the district ofBerkeley. And I was born in Charleston. At time my father John Sr. would tellme of the enjoyment that he had living there in Charleston in the 60’s. Iremember dad telling me, of a time that him and my Uncle Asbury had went to thebank one morning with my grandfather Queeney. Dad went onto say that they haddeposited, eight-five thousand dollars in cash. Dad said this was just smallmoney that grandpa made on his own. Dad said grandpa use to call him po Sam.This was the name my dad after eating pousome Dad said that day grandpa showedhim one of his bank accounts and told him, Sammy boy this is may smallest bankaccount you don’t want to see my big bank account, not to mention this wasprobably one night of earnings, being deposited the next morning. Mom told methat grandpa had her total up one mouth inventory on the supplies needed justto run some of his smaller local business. She stated that the bill came to twohundred thousand, and something for one mouths supply. She said then he wouldhad, about four or five other people that didn’t know each other total thatsame bill to see if they would come up with the same answer. This was in theearly 60’s! It makes a person, wonder about all of the stories we have beentold about our history. What aren’t they telling us! Two hundred thousand formouthly supplies for one black man to run part of his smallest businesses, wasa lot of money, in the south. I would be wondering where did he get this typeof money! Mom always knew grandpa had big money, and lots of land, but neverreally suspect it to be as much, until she started researching our familyhistory. So for that attorney to come out and say, all your father owned was afive little lot’s was an out right lie! Them folk’s knew what they were doing.They were conspiring to commit theft. There were “Lie’s” on top of “Lie’s” toldeven about my Uncles death. It was said that he committed suicide. He hadsupposedly shot himself in the head. What they didn’t know was after checkingwith reliable source’s, mom found out that this was a lie, too. Uncle Asburywas killed. Upon conducting an autopsy, no gun powder was found in his hand,this ruled out the possibility of suicide. It seem to me that the otherrelative’s there would have taken more interest in having a completeinvestigation conducted. What’s wrong with that picture? I often wondered, howwas it that family members living there didn’t know that this wasn’t suicide, ornever heard any talk about Asbury’s case. I remember reading some of mom’sletter’s, that was sent to her by variuos”Public Officials” in high positions.The lies, that they, would tell mom. Can you imagine a Judge, lying to youabout what your father owned. Then white folk’s wonder why we black folk’s areangry. But the Judge wouldn’t have any good reason to lie, unless he had apersonal interest. I wonder! If that was the case, with Gus Pearlman? I oftenasked myself if he had a personal interest in my grandfather’s estate. The headof the RMC office in charge of overseeing that office, can you imagine him toyou, telling you that your father, only owned a few lot’s, knowing that thedeed books kept in that office, reflect that grandpa did own all that landbank’s, oil company’s and so on. The deed books kept in that office, when youlook up the McQueen’s name there were pages and pages with grandpas name listedright in front of your face. I wonder if Robert King, the head of that officehad a personal interest. I guess these people never knew that grandpa had toldmom that he and Uncle Asbury were the only Mcqueen’s left there in Charleston.And mom had already check up on the perpentator William M. McQueen, through thevital staticist record’s, the information on this person couldn’t be found.Either this person didn’t exist, or someone, who contiune to hid himself willnot come forward to show himself. But in Robert Kings case, I wondered what washis interest, that he had to conceal the truth from mom, about her fathersland. It really didn’t hit me until I saw, some of the deeds in the deed bookon my grandfather, there were big “Oil Companies” listed under some of thedeeds. Hewitt, and Humble, BP, etc. I assumed that these companies were sittingon his land. I assumed that he was leasing the land and collecting “Royalties”.This would explain why a person would had a special interest. Not to mentionall the other folks involved, from family member’s that weren’t an heir of mygrandfather, to people that held high postions. When my sisers Tonya, Rhodesiaand I was in Charleston, in either 1995 or 1996, we saw my grandfather’s namein the RMC office in the deed books. We were there looking up otherinformation, and just for the hell of it, I went over, and started pullingwriting down the deed books and started looking up grandpas name. You could seewhere page’s had been torn out of the books. It looked like someone had beentamping with the books. I took some notebook paper an started copying down allthose deed numbers to the pages, and books. A few years later when I when Irecheck those books, someone had changed the information in the deed books.Some of the information had been change to make it look like Alice McQueen hadowned this land. Alice McQueen a.k.a. Pearl Pressley. I remember my mother toldme that aunt Pearly, had called her from down south, and made a statement tomom. The statement was I told them that they weren’t going to get away with,what they had done. Just by this statement alone leaves a person to wonder, ifgrandpas own people had particpated in getting rid of grandpa and my UncleAsbury. We wonder why would she say something like that? It sounded likesomething was eating at aunt Pearly’s conciuos that she know about but didn’t feelto good about. I assume that aunt Pearl was a participant, in this plot tosteal grandfather land and money. But I believe she was put up to doing orallowing thing’s to be done that she really knew was wrong and when she calledmom, she was wanting to tell mom the truth. I’m sure as time went on aunt Pearlknew that mom was on their trail. Mom said grandpa told her a long time agothat there wasn’t any McQueens in Charleston but him, and uncle Asbury. And I’mgrandpa, would tried to secure a future for his children. At the time he toldmom this there was a reason why he told her this! Evidently he knew that theywould try to pull some stunt, by making others believe that there were morepersons with the same name. But a lot of them, knew who he wa,s and what heowned. Meaning the Judge, Bankers, Law Firm’s, and the whole dam city. Some ofthem had information to prove my grandfather’s ownership of large tracts ofland. But at times mom was being denied access to certain information. Everyonce in a while someone out of the clear blue sky, anonymosly would sendhelpful information to piece together this puzzle. Although at time when shewould write certain law firm’s that might have had some involvement into thematter of grandpa’s estate, their response’s might be inconsistent toinformation mom may already had retrived at an earlier time. In some case’s youmay see part of the truth, in what that person was trying to convey. I might bereading some information, from one source over here, who might be saying onething in their letter, that might have partial truth to it. And on the otherhand, looking at the lie’s written, in a letter. For years our family has hadto sort out the different stories being told. So you can see where some of themistrust came from. Even with dealing with my brother Nairobi’s case. Thoseattorney’s breached my families trust with my grandfather’s land. What made meand our family think that they wouldn’t try to shang high my brother. Thesepeople are dangerous. Mom had received the Tax Wavier’s for some of land, andor companies, she wanted dad and I to check up on. The property was located in“Union Heights” off of King Street. 2151 King Street. When dad, and I, got tothe property, we couldn’t believe what was located on the property, not tomention the amount of land, it was sitting on. It couldn’t be seen from thestreet due to the trees covering most of the area. So I pulled into thedriveway. As I was pulling in there was a sign that lead us to believe thatthis place was a habitat for animals. But as I pulled on back near the gatesthere was this guard shack, with a tall fence around most the area. We sawanother sign that read, this area is a highly secured area. As I looked throughthe fence I didn’t have to wonder any more what this was, it was a huge “OilRefinery” sitting there on moms property. Mom had secured the waviers too!Across the street sat huge storage tank’s, there must have been at least ten totwenty huge tanks or better. Behind the storage tanks were the train track’sready to transport. Next to the “Oil Refinery” a few doors down was a few fuelstations. And in between them there was left of “Charleston Oil Company”located on my grandfather’s property. It was just a distribution center. Thesefolk’s at one point tried to make us believe that grandpa might have owned justa service station. It’s quit interesting how moms, half sister Mona owned quitabit of land belonging to my grandfather. I wonder how did she get it, ifgrandpa didn’t own shit! Besides she couldn’t take, she don’t carrygrandfather’s last name, unless grandfather had left a will. And even then shecouldn’t take fully ! Mona is a Scott! And it’s kind of funny Mona Ann Scott,had her name changed to Mona Ann McQueen in 1988. This was the same yearWilliam Martin Mcqueen Jr., inherited Deed A116 pages 215 Charleston County,90ES1001375 Block A, from William M. McQueen Sr. the same land that William Jr.had purchased early on in 1978. But getting back about the service station. Ifgrand pa did owned this the probate Judge and his attorney, Rich Bell neverwould seen to it, that it was deeded to mom and other two sister’s. So we knewit was more to it then just that. But 1251 King St. was another eye opener!This was the address to the oil refinery. The sign in front of this place wasvery misleading. There are a whole a lot of things that is misleading,in momscase, and in this so called great country the unity states of America. Mom usedto talk to me about how grandpa would come to her in her dreams. Once she toldme, that he had told her about some copies to look up in the “Auditors Office”in Charlseton, South Carolina. In her dreams she told me grandpa told her tosend for some information down south, so she did! When the information came backmom was amazed. Mom claimed this wasn’t the only time this had happened. Shestated that this had happened on a few other occassions. The spirit work’s instrange way’s. I use to think her stories were far fetched. I use to think tomyself, that mom must be losing her mind, when she would talk about her fathercoming to her in her dreams. But all and all! I din’t think of this anymoreafter that, until a similar situtation happen to me. Mom had came to me in mydreams, once. Mom use to give me information to hold onto. One day she asked meto pull some information from my file, that she had sent me some time ago. Shetold me that there appeared to be a family member’s or some relatives, involvedin claiming, “Dividend and / or Royalties”, from the “Bank of Boston”. Momshalf sister, Mona Ann Scott, whom is my grandfather’s youngest daughter out ofwedlock. Her mother Alberta Scott, was my grandfather’s ex-girlfriend, butnever his wife, although she might have presented false information to themfolks, pretending to be my grandfather’s wife. At grandpa’s furenal there werequit a few woman coming forward trying to say that they were my grandfatherwife from, what I have heard. Grandpa never re-married after my grandmotherMary Stotmaire McQueen returned North. I wouldn’t put it pass any of grandpasex-girl friends, to pass themselves off as his wife so the they could receivesome of the benefits. But as I said to my understanding, grandpa never marriedanybody after my grandmother Mary Stoutamire. Mona was not born a McQueen, bybirth, in 1988 she change her last name to McQueen. I wonder why? We oftenwondered if she was one of the “Jeckals”. Mom told me that she had sent me someinformation, some time ago showing that her half sister’(Mona) mother’s namewas on a document, mom had received from the “Bank of Boston” on behalf of“Exxon Corporation”, back in June of 1994, regarding my grandfather accounts. Iwondered if she was married to William M, S, A H, B, P, McQueen. Mona’s mothername is Alberta Scott. The document also was regarding, an account and thepayment of stock’s and dividends, belonging to the “REAL” William McQueen, andit stated that my grandfather had came forward on that claim. We would haveliked to have seen a dead man walk out of the grave for that claim. maybegrandpa had risen from the dead during this time to collect his “RoyaltiesPayments. I often wondered if Alberta Scott, was part of this Alberta EnergyCo. that controls a great majority of the Oil and the Mining, in all of NorthAmerica? All I know is Alberta’s name appeared on this document mom was askingfor along with Aunt Pearl Pressley, and we wondered why? It sound like to methat a government of people, maybe the city government of Charleston and someof mom’s family down south were parterner in crime, conspiring to steal,together sharing in mom’s father’s wealth. But mom had asked me to search forthis document. I searched for nearly two weeks. I called mom and told her Icouldn’t find this document. And then asked her if she was sure she gave methis document. Her response was, she was positive. I searched again but justcouldn’t find the documents. This is when I stopped doubting mom about thedreams that I thought weren’t true. My first experience was in 1996. Mom cameto me in my dream at about 3:00 am in the morning. I awoke out of my sleep, Ihad chill bumps all over my body the dreams seemed so real. Mom told me to go,and look in the red bag. I kept this bag in the living room closet. I woke upand went right to it. Instantly I found the document, it was as if it was justlying right there on top waiting on me. And low and behold it sure in the hellwas a letter from the “Bank of Boston”, regarding Alberta Scott, and “Exxon”. Ibroke out into a cold sweat, my body had chill bumps all the way down my spine.It felt as if mom’s spirit was moving inside of me. It was a scary feeling,something I can’t describe. I had never experienced, anything like this before.It gave me a lot to think about. It reminded me of Dijmon Hounsou, in the movieAmistad, when he was talking to John Quincy Adams. John told Djimon, that itwould take a miracle to have the Supreme Court overturn the verdict made by alower trial court. Djimon told John that he would call on his ancestors andthey will hear him and come. In moms dreams she didn’t have to call on thespirits. The spirits of her father just came! In my dreams the spirits hadawaken me out of my sleep, it was powerful. The spirits is nothing to takelightly, that night the spirits moved. When I watched that movie Amistad, thatportion where Djimon made that statement about calling on his people and thathis people would hear him, was the reverse of what mom had experience andmyself. But that experience was real. Mom use to say the spirits works instrange ways. Although with all that has happened, it just makes it verydifficutl for me to believe the situation, that was going on with my brother,and myself. And with all of the things that my family has experienced with thecourts it just make’s you wonder! What are they going to try next. Who’s behindall of this? Although the events that I believe led to my arrest, I believe hasto do with this down south stuff. The ultimate reason are hidden behind thesecrets, of those involoved who continue to keep this “Country” blinded of the“Real Truth” that America has been even before the time of our Forefather’s ofthe 1800s! in my case I believe it was the “Paper Work” either from the “LegalBrief’s, filed in my brother Nairobi’s case. And the language written withinthe “Legal Brief’s”, or the “Paper Work” dealing with the discovery of the“Taxes” being paid in the year’s of 1988’s, 1989’s, oand 1990’s etc, for mygrandfather (William McQueen) who has been dead since 1972. Physically he hasbeen dead since 1972, but someone has been using his name, and his land, thatthey have stolen from my mother, Regenia, and her two whole sister’s Effie andLuetter. Civilly grandpa has been kept alive so that his “Royalties” can bepocketed by those involved in this fraud. Only this fraud, isn’t just the fraudof my mother, and her sister’s, but the fraud on the “Nation of the America”,not to mention the whole dam world. When grandpa was controlling this land,through the people he entrusted to work on his behalf, I assume that he washoping that they would do the right thing, by the people of America. Althoughthe “Trustee’s and the CEO”s of the Corporation’s and the Banker’s, and a greatmajority of Politican’s, Big Corporation”s, etc, ended up with a differentagenda, thats not in the best interest of not just him, but the America people.There really isn’t any good reason why anyone in, this whole wide world shouldbe suffering in any form or fashion. When grandpa was living, the economy, inAmerica was doing ok. The Amreican people had job’s they could be proud of, andthat was even down to that job as a janitor. The price’s on thing’s were a lotless. Home’s and cars were a lot more affordable, even for the poor. The poorcould aford to get a fairly decent to new car, and they didn’t have to worry ifthey were going to have monies enough to get it fixed, if something happened tobreak down. Gas was extremely cheap. Now day’s, all of that has gone ! I wonderwhy! Major industry has moved it’s Big Corporations” overeas’s where the laborforcce’s are extremely cheap. Now, North American’s middle class people are incompetition with these “Third World Countries”, and we no longer can compete.All for what because, America continues to lie to it’s people about it’s moneis,power and resouces. We are not going to work for eight dollar’s a day likethose folk’s over there, in some of those other countries. With the way thestock market fluctuate’s, who know what tomorrow might bring. As I go throughmy day’s I say to myself is there anyone out there who isn’t asleep . . .sometimes I wonder how many people actually believe, that they have goneoutside of this universe, to the moon. My common sense tells me that there aredepths in the sea, that this man knows he wouldn’t, dare dream of venturingtoo. I know he’s not going to far beyond those clouds. But he has us believingthat he has taken a spaceship to the moon. In life we have been told so manystories through the media. You don’t know what to believe! One thing we do knowa lie will sale before the truth. they have led us to believe that they havebeen to the moon, but has never been to the bottom of the sea. A person canonly go so far in the sea. There bodies can’t with stand the pressure. No oneis going to have me believ that the opposite isn’t true for going to the moon.A balloon filled with helium goes so far before it will explode, into mid air.And so will he. Oh he might travel through space but he not going to the moon.At best it’s possible that they probably can make things float outside theclouds above, but that’s as far as my belief’s will allow me to go. So I askmyself what is the real underlining reasoning behid all of this ? I guess I’llnever know! But one thing I do know he is a thief, a lier, a cheat and acrowder. I wouldn’t be surprised if them having people believe that they havegone to the moon is a ploy, to steal the tax payers money, and continue tolaunder my mothers and her sister’s Royalties from my grandfather’s estate. Iremember listening to a program on TV, not long ago. I was viewing “C-Span”,they had politicians arguring about about certain people not receiving there“Royalty Payment”. They stated that the major oil companies owed huge amount’sof money to people that they hadn’t paid in years. There where fifthteencompanies on the list. A spokes person had mention that with those fifthteencompanies combined, there was only one/tenth out of one percent paid back inroyalties. One/tenth of a percent, isn’t even ½ of a percent, the other 9/10would make a whole one percent. One percent ! come on, give me a broke. But onecompany paid four hundred million, one paid thirty million, one paid fifthteenmillion, and the list went on. I’m not sure how much this added up to, but Iwould probably guess maybe, a billion dollars was paid back to someone. Thething that interested me most is that, with all of the companies combined theyonly paid back, one/tenth of one percent. I wondered to myself whateverhappened to the 99.9/10’s %? If they only paid this small amount which is lessthan 2/10’s % of one percent whatever happen to the 99.9/10% which makes up theentire 100%. I wonder if this question could receive an answer? Better yetwhere is my mother Royalties? I also wonder who are these people, that theyclaim they paid this 1/10% too. And I wondered are that a part of the McQueenfamily? I wondered who’s land they pumped that oil from. The answer is thatsome of us regular citizens don’t know. We only know what they tell us. Wedon’t go behind the scene, to check and see if what we are being told by thesepeople is true. When we do this it seems to me that we leave ourselves open toa lot of things, that we don’t whether they are be true. I wondered to myselfwas there some grand scheme behinded my brother and me being incarcerated? Iwondered about my families pass suffering. I often wondered if my family hadbeen targeted by this great conspiracy that is upon us. And if so what’s behindit all? Deep within the depths’, of my soul the asnwer to the question hasalready been answered. Thinking back on the events leading up to my beingarrested, I remember having a conversation on the phone with my mother andsister Rhodesia. Both were present during Nairobi’s trial. Rhodesia had boughtit to moms attention that the Judge, presiding over Nairobi’s case had toldmom, that he would have had mom arrested too!, if she couldn’t prove that shehad a Power of Attorney, to handle the “Legal” document’s being filed inNairobi’s case. This was told to mom by Judge NewHouse, sometime during theNairobi’s trial. Mom stated that she had wrote a council member, and mailed acopy of the Power of Attorney to that person, showing them that she had powerto handle Nairobi’s legal matter’s. this was conveyed to me,while I wasincarcerated, during a phone conversation. mom seemed to be disturbed by this!I remember her asking me, why did they arrest you? speaking of myself. I hadbeen given a Power of Attorney, as well to handle Nairobi’s legal matter’s.Judge NewHouse never asked me if I had a power of attorney to handle any ofNairobi’s legal work. The same day mom have received her Power of Attorney tohandle Nairobi’s legal matter’s I had too. I deeply believed that the court’sfelt “Threaten” by the Language Written within the Paper Work. And as a resultof my filing documentation on behalf of Nairobi, I was “UNLAWFULLY”incarcerated. I believe this was their way of getting me out the way. Astatement made by Mr. How during my trial, and his response was he felt that Iwas trying to stop the “DUE PROCESS” of the courts from proceeding ahead inNairobi’s trial. This was far from the truth. The truth of the matter is thecourts has a responsibility to responded to and alledged defendant’s petition.If anything, it was the other way around. And if I am guilty of anything I amguilty of aidding to Nairobi protecting his “UNINAIENABLE RIGHT”, in which thecourt’s had no regards. I can not see how my filing of Nairobi’s “LegalBrief’s” with the clerk’s office, caused the courts to say that I was trying tostop the due process of the courts. Actually it was the other way around, theJudge, Prosecutor, and the Attorney, involved in Nairobi’s case, failed torender “DUE PROCESS” to Nairobi, which is his right guaranteed by theconstitution. Nairobi never entered a plea! So, I don’t know how they were ableto move forward with Nairobi’s case. Nairobi never joined issues with thecourts. The court’s had a certain amount of time to bring forth the evidence,that they had intended to use against him, but failed to do so. The courts hadninty days to bring Nairobi to trial, the courts went pass their ninty days.The courts made an overruling on some of the legal filings without making aconclusion of the fact finding. Nairobi was sent off to prison, before anattorney was actually appointed to him! Mr. Free wasn’t “OFFICIALLY” appointedto Nairobi until, JANUARY 23, 1998. So I assume my providing support is whatactually what got me kidnipped, off the street for sixty days. My name andreputation was destoryed. The Paper Work questioned the character, theintregrity, the position, and the authority, of those involved in this grandscheme. Filing the paper work helped to, removes the smoke in the air, so thatwe could see, who is who. It bought those sitting on high, down low, so that wecould see them eye to eye. The “EAGLE” no longer has the advantage to soar highabove us looking down seeing how he can devour us. Nairobi was now having someunderstanding on how to defend himself inspite of what was being done to him bythe courts. He was on their same level questioning their authority. Only thistime having the sling and the rock to put this Golaith on his back. The truthreminds me of the light that the “Vampire” can’t stand. When that light shineon a “Vampire” he will run for darkness. He only accustom to doing his dirtydeeds in the dark. His shelter is under the umbrella of darkness, which give’shim power over his prey. He want’s to catch his prey off guard. Without theknowledge! Then he can trick you. but if you expose him to the truth or thelight he looses his power. He becomes to feel threaten by those that will standup to him. this is how many of our court systems are operating. It preys onthose who lack the knowledge to make the challenge of holding them accountablefor their actions, regarding its responsibility to the public, as quoted in theGeneral Introduction, of Blackstone School of Law. It quoted: A strong man anda strong nation results from an intimate knowledge of, and a strict instancceupon, legal rights. To knows and asserts one’s legal right is a duty of moralself-perservation—ignorance and neglect of those rights is moral suicide. Thesuicide. The security of the individual, as well as, lies in a wise and equitablesystem of law, throughly understood by every one and impartially adminstered bycourts of unimpeachable integrity. I took this to mean court systems that areblameless, or without spots. Sure people are going to make mistake for whatevery reason but can we admit our mistakes and be forgiven and more on!Blackstone continued on by saying : to know the system of law under which welive is every citizen’s paramount interest and duty, not merely that he maythereby protect his own private interests,but also that he may be able toefficiently preserve his government and take an intelligent part in itsadminstration and improvement. To facilitate the acquistion by every citizen ofan adequate knowledge of his legal rights and duties, and to give him a thoroughunderstanding of the system of law and government under which he lives ourMODERN AMERICAN LAW was prepared. It is a general, systematic, andcomprehensive commentary on those fundamental principles of American law andPractice which concerns all in the person in the ordinary affairs of life.