Monday, April 29, 2013

My IFR Check Ride From Hell and Elderly Abuse

              My Aviation IFR Check Ride from Hell
   or.. "Why I failed my “Instrument Flight Rules” Flight Exam."
“This was originally published for pilots, but has been re-written with terms defined for the General Public with a PS.”
This begins with a new Maintenance officer at Sky Ranch Airport operated my the East Tennessee Pilots Association who would remove planes from active status without considering planned flights or check rides, or of informing pilots of such canceled active status.
I arrived at the Sky Ranch Airport early am to preflight before my trip to MOR (the Morristown Airport) to take my IFR Practical, and found that my reserved aircraft N45220 had been removed from active status and placed in Maintenance without informing me. However suspecting that some chicanery might be attempted to prevent me from taking my check ride, I had reserved another aircraft at another airport where such childish antics did not occur. But I still had to drive to another city to acquire the airplane. By the time I was through with my Orals (oral examination) I had already been awake for 14 hours. I knew this would be a problem, but I was determined to give the Practical a“good old country try”.

The Plane I had reserved was new to me with radios I had never used. My Examiner, the infamous Evelyn Bryan Johnson aka “Mama Bird” and I sat at the end of the runway in Morristown, Tennessee patently waiting for “clearance” for Takeoff, and I finally called TYS (the controlling Airport in Alcoa, TN) a second time for our clearence. TYS seemed extremely busy but eventually responded with my clearance.
I took off, made a hard left turn toward the Snowbird VOR, and “got under the Hood”as they say, as though I was flying in the clouds unable to see out of the airplane, (The Hood, in this case was a pair of yellow plastic glasses called Foggols - glasses which block your vision in all directions except down to the Instrument Panel) …and headed for my first intersection, which is a hard one to make and usually causes pilots to fail immediately. I found my air turbulent, with a strong Laps Rate, and Thermals, which when added to the 20 kt wind, made the small C-150 a hand full in IFR conditions.
Evelyn started putting some maps over my windows to keep me honest (so I can’t peek outside to cheat) and in doing so knocked my reading glasses off the dash never to be seen again during the flight. I normally carry a couple of magnifying glasses, but in my rush to load the airplane for the check ride, (after finding the tires were low, and the rental agency at airport telling me I would have to fill them myself with my own air pump.) …anyway, I neglected to load half my backups. So now I have difficulty reading Aeronautical Charts and Approach Plates (these are maps that help guide you properly along air routes and into airports). And I hadn’t made notes on paper as a backup for anticipitated difficulties in interpreting the charts. But I trudged on.
A right cross wind made intercepting my first Intersection difficult, but I nailed the Intersection, made a right turn and proceeded on the IR (instrument route) toward TYS to shoot my approaches to the airport. But the Foggles (to simulate flying in the clouds) began to cause me sever pain from being pressed against my head by my headphones.
By the time I reached TYS for my first approach I was in agony. My head was throbbing from the pain. I nailed my first approach to TYS landing, and did the required “missed approach”, and was told I was number 12 for my second approach, which had me flying required turns over half of East Tennessee to put distance between me and the other planes. I had never been more than number 3 in line before this.
One of the other pilot’s radios was so loud and distorted that it would rattle me every time he transmitted. For the first time since I had began flight training I began having communication problems with the controller. He was under unusual pressure himself because of the large number of planes attempting to land. Exhaustion, pain and not willing to quit, I asked the controller to confirm my heading for the second missed approach and Evelyn snapped at me. I had started to make a wrong turn. I was devastated. This is how mid-air collisions occur.
After completing my second approach and missed approach, I got it together for my next airport, which had an NDB Approach (Non Directional Beacon. This is a beacon that transmits in all directions equally and helps you hone in on an Airport Approach). This approach had to be done “partial panel”. This means that some of my Instruments were blocked out and cannot be used. (Partial panel is a training exercise we all have to learn for safety.) But when I came around for the Hold (a circling pattern used to separate aircraft for landing) and was given a clearance time to land, I realized I didn’t have my timer. I wrote down my times and proceeded to fly the Hold by counting time in my head. My timing was correct, but I flew my pattern on the wrong side of the NDB. I had never made a mistake like this.
By the time I was ready to land, I could barely interpret headings. I had never been in such pain, and I knew I had failed my practical. I apologized to Evelyn for flying so badly, and explained the pain I was having because of the Foggles. Evelyn told me that she knew something was wrong because I was a much better pilot than how I was flying, and that I should have said something about the pain.
“We could have taken a break and worked something out.” I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I explained that I didn’t know I could talk to her during the Exam. She told me that except for the “holding error” off the NDB, the flying was good, but my interpretation of communication was bad.
Trying to fly in my exhausted and painful state was a bad decision and it has taught me a lesson I will never forget. My only regret from the experience is feeling like I let down my Instructor by failing the Practical. That counts against “him”, and he is an excellent Instructor. By the way, I ordered a different kind of Foggles for my next attempt, and passed my Instrument Rating with no problems. Evelyn singed me off in my Log Book with the most valuable signature I will ever have! She was later inducted into the Aviation Hall of Fame where I announced a quote that exemplifies her life. “What you are is Gods gift to you. What you make of yourself is your gift to God.”
In the years to follow, Miss Evelyn “as I called her” and I would become close friends as she did with most everyone in her life. One afternoon she fell beside her car after arriving home and had to crawl into her house to a phone for help when her cell phone failed to work. No one was checking on her! I was furious! If I knew an elderly person was living in my neighborhood, “let alone one of the most famous people in aviation,” I would check on them constantly! What is the matter with people? Evelyn decided it was time to move into a “Limited Care Facility” in Jefferson City which is not far from the Morristown Airport where she was Airport Manager. Then after an automobile accident on her way home from church, which was due to light sensitivity from Glycoma, Evelyn lost one of her legs in surgery. This is when Ken became her chauffeur, and would deliver her to the Morristown Airport where she remained the Airport Manager.
Some of her earlier students and I began to meet monthly and have a luncheon with Miss Evelyn at a local restaurant. But when she started having some dementia, they didn’t want to be around her. And soon after that, Ken stopped taking her to the Airport for the same reason. I began visiting Evelyn once or twice a week. Some of the staff and supervisors began to complain to me that… “It is a shame that know one ever visits Evelyn, given who she is”.
I began to find some things around Evelyn not being taken care of, so I asked the staff about getting Evelyn a “Care Giver”. The supervisor snapped at me… “We are her Care Givers!”
“OH Boy! I’ve had it Now!” 
I tried to encourage some of “The 99’s” (a women’s flying group she was a part of) to visit Evelyn, but was never successful.
Next I called a local Talk Radio station who knew me “on the air” and asked for people that knew Evelyn to please visit with her “at the care facilitie’s request” and stimulate her mind with conversation. I explained that all our elderly in care facilities need visitors to stimulate them or they will drift off into Dementia.
“You don’t have to know someone, just volunteer!”
The talk show host began to argue with me that… “You can’t tell people to visit Care Facilities because these visitors will steal from them!” And then they hung up on me. This conversation had gone out over five states. I was shocked! I trusted these guys to be better then our local media.
Later I began to find Evelyn in deplorable condition when I came to visit her at lunchtime.
“Jimmy, I can’t chew my food.”
“What’s the matter Miss Evelyn?”
“I can’t find my teeth.”
Where upon I would dash to her room and find her teeth under her bed, clean them, and bring them to her at the lunch table.
On other occasions I would find a dead hearing aid battery, knotted socks cutting off circulation in a foot, a TV remote not working. And once her bathroom had fecies all over the floor and toilet seat! …at Lunch Time! …when someone should have been checking on her much earlier! Evelyn’s step daughter“Sue” found some of the same problems on her visits.
The staff began to tell me that I could not visit Evelyn because she was sick. This is often used in care facilities when someone has been injured and they don’t want you to know it. I expressed my concerns to Ken, her chauffeur. And he said. “Don’t call them, and don’t use the front entrance. I don’t. Use the side entrance.” That worked great for me too.
Evelyn only lasted a few more months. I believe she died of neglect. But she was… 102 years old. I didn’t go to her Funeral. I’m sure it was a Big One, full of stories of Evelyn’s aviation days. But I didn’t want to see anyone there, because I knew how she had spent her last days.
Why didn’t I go to Adult Protective Services? Because “they” had already failed to protect my elderly neighbor Helen Burleson from “her”neighbors, and from her own family. But that’s another story… 

 See below for other Abuses



Tuesday, October 9, 2012

My House Fire and A Homeland Security Issue

No Insurance! Insurance Companies cancel insurance in my neighborhood when homes are paid off or Condemned!  And none can be obtained!

In early 2011 I came home and noticed that my lights were glowing a dull orange. The green energy fluorescent lights were popping or not coming on, and smoke was coming out of Video Recorders, Satellite Receivers, radio, telephones, and a telephone recorder. Virtually anything with a transformer in it began smoking. I immediately unplugged and turned off everything, then ran to the meter center to check for a loose connection or fuse. Finding none, I ran back inside and noticed all the 220-volt circuits were operating correctly. This ment the problem had to be in the Power Company Neutral.

I immediately called The Knoxville Utilities Board (KUB) and explained what was happening and that KUB had a loose Neutral Wire somewhere causing a high resistance in the line. They responded immediately and found a loose connection on the Power Pole outside my home, which had recently received maintenance. KUB later accepted responsibility and offered to replace all damaged items.

Later I was examining the pole connections from the ground with field glasses and noticed that the connection at the Power Poll had been done sloppily or Jury Rigged. I contacted KUB and explained my concerns and KUB sent a repairman who tried to argue with me that the Power Company Neutral is not part of the circuit, but only acts as a Controller. I was amazed and immediately contacted KUB Repair. The supervisor said the repairman was a new hire and he would have a talk with him.

The following December of that year, 2011 while I was in my bed recovering from Surgery, (which was the third Mal-Practice committed against me by East Tennessee Doctors) I was awaken by a noise in the back of my home. "Luckily I was not doing the Prescribed Drugs!"  Upon investigation of the noise I found my home was on fire. My new phone (since the previous Fire) not working, I ran outside with my cell phone and a neighbor and I both called 911. Three fire departments responded and got the fire out pretty quickly. I joked with the Media, which had showed up to film the fire, that an animal might have caused the fire, but it later became obvious that this was not possible because the wiring was in BX Cable, which has a metal sheath around the wires to prevent just such a problem. Later while in conversation with the Fire Chief after the fire, I explained that KUB had nearly caused a fire in my home earlier that year that I had only narrowly prevented. The Fire Chief became alarmed and asked me to inform the Fire Investigator of this previous problem caused by the Utility, but the Investigator had already left. I was also concerned that the fire might have been set from outside the house by Arson because of the fires location at the rear of the home, and the fact that I am an open vocal critique in our community, which has resulted in many enemies, including a recent incident and criticism of our Police Department and Neighbors on Veterans Day where a mentally and physically challenged neighbor boy was gunned down and lay bleeding for three hours beside the road behind my home before "bleed out" and dying after I called 911 at hearing multiple gun shots, with no apparent police response. I was in bed recovering from the earlier mentioned Surgery and did not get up to check on the Gun Shots!

After conversation with the Fire Investigator he explained that the Arson Investigating Dog had not "hit" on any accelerants during his investigation, but did return to my home for another investigation.

On his return the Fire Investigator said the fire had started in the laundry room at the electrical plug where the transformer for the Ozone Generator was connected. This was the only connection being used in the back of the house. He said that the transformer must have taken a Hit from the previously loose KUB neutral connection earlier that year, but had waited until now to go in trouble. But thinking back on the previous incident, that transformer was not connected during the previous incident, and other electronic equipment purchased after the previous incident to replace the damage done in the previous incident was also damaged and not working. This can only mean that a new problem of a loose neutral which causes a surge of high voltage had to have caused this fire this second time also. The Fire Investigator offered to send me a letter stating these facts, but said he could not testify in court because of undercover work. But as of this time, he has not responded. I don’t want to suspect that pressure has been placed on him. KUB didn't send a letter refusing responsibility for the fire until July of 2012 and  I wasn't able to get a copy of Fire Report until even later. 
Let me say here that I have always been extremely careful with power connections in this home because of its age. I have always kept anything that I was not using, unplugged or disconnected. That means everything even my new Instant On Water Heater, coffee pot, and air conditioners. Only the things I am using at the time are connected. In my Kitchen, only the refrigerator and window lights were connected which, by the way, the motor on the refrigerator had also taken a hit in the previous KUB neutral problem, but had started working. The Ozone Generator Transformer is only connected when I am at home.

Accident or Sabotage?
I don’t want to say that this fire may have been intentional, but I have a negative history with current and former KUB employees that goes back to my former employment with KUB, as well as other developments and concerns, and needs to be mentioned here.

History with KUB
In 1967 I resigned from the Outside Plant Engineering Department of AT&T in Wisconsin along with my co-workers after being transferred there from the Southern Area because a corrupt Supervising Engineer of the Northern Area caused the death of a contractor employee. I returned to Knoxville disillusioned with the Bell System and asked Xen Portwood, who was the father of a former high school friend, to hire me at KUB. After only a short while I became the victim of harassment by co-workers who objected to my hard work as making them look bad. This harassment included telling me stories of how they had screwed my recent bride on the hood of a car while they were in high school together, and later by letting the air out of my car tires while the car was parked in the KUB employee parking lot. I talked to the department head, but felt I needed to resign from KUB. I later returned to the Bell System where I retired.

Controversial Research and a Homeland Security Issue
In 1978, at the request of Oak Ridge National Laboratories (ORNL) Engineer Gene Hise and friends in a local steam automobile club, I began development work on a Small Fluidized Bed Combustor ( FBC ) which was currently under development at the Department of Energy (DOE). They wanted me to demonstrate this unknown combustion technology to the national steam organization meet that spring. I did this research work outside ORNL, un-funded, as a private citizen. The success on my development work was then compared to ORNL research (without my knowledge) which led to the shutting down of an 800 million dollar project to build a Solvent Refined Coal facility in Anderson County, and a blistering critique of ORNL’s and DOE’s research efforts across America for turning projects into "money spending projects" and not doing good research. Oak Ridge Engineers claimed that if my small unit were taken to fruition it would be some 14 points more efficient than the infamous Bull Run Steam Plant near Oak Ridge TN, but would have multi-fuel capability, and might be useful in concentrating nuclear waste.


This development project has now become a Homeland Security issue because development of smaller size FBC would help remove our vulnerability from Attacks on our Huge Power Generating Plants or from CMEs "Carona Mass Ejections" from our SUN which can take down our Power Grid.

I was immediately Black Listed in our Community and labeled as Un-ethical for doing research without funding, and for being responsible for humiliation of DOE Researchers. Suddenly I was attacked and beaten by Tennessee Highway Patrol (THP) Agents, then tried in Secret in a Closed Courtroom, my own parents not allowed to attend, where I was found guilty of all charges. I later discovered that a False Record of me being a Felon had been created by the State of Tennessee prior to the attack on me by the THP Agents. After failed attempts to get help from NPR, CBS-60 Minutes, Tennessee Senators Sasser and Gore in Washington, DC, I "Petitioned the Grand Jury as a Citizen" where all charges against me were removed, and then the THP Agents were fired. Several Law Firms who had scrambled to protect the THP and the State of TN from a suit, while representing me, were broken up, and the Judges removed, although none of the above incidents ever appeared in the media.

Fluidized Bed Combustion technology was later withheld from the 1982 Energy Worlds Fair held in Knoxville by ORNL, U. of TN, and TVA. I won’t speculate as to why they would withhold an exciting new technology from our Energy Worlds Fair..

I later wrote, prosecuited, and received patent’ #4,580,505. for “A Method and Apparatus of Fluidized Beds Involving Heat or Combustion”. On my first visit to the United States Patent Office to see if I had actually done something worth while, Patent’ Examiners had me lecture before a large group of Examiners who were excited about my development and later showed me other technologies that they felt were not receiving honest effort in our research community, and they encouraged me to file for patent’. I only wrote and Prosecuited the patent’ myself, in an atempt to help with my mothers emotional condition which had deteriorated sevierly after the attack and subsequent Legal Chicanery on me.

I later entered an Electronics School to learn how to automate the Small FBC in the next step in development.  But the School staff refused to allow me to use it as a Project for Graduation. "I was stunned."

After moving into my home on Skyline Drive and discovering that my elderly neighbor was being harrassed by a neighbor and by her family using our City Codes Enforcement in an attempt to get control of her property and money, I attempted to protect her by caring for her yard and home without charging her. Codes Enforcement then thretened me with condeming my home if I didn’t stop helping her, and bragged that they could do it..., and did. Then KUB cut off my power. I took pictures of my home and property and took them to the US Attorney and the harrassment stopped and my power was restored.

In 2001, after the 9-11 incident in America, I returned to a former aviation career at the Skyranch Airport where I did thousands of dollars of (as of this date) unpaid maintenance, repair, and restoration to aircraft working with a small group of members including one KUB supervisor who had been partners in an aircraft with a cult member who was an illegal drug supplier for a cult that I had fought against in the 1970s.  In this Cult many professional people in Knoxville had committed suicide by gunshot, but never received legal or media attention. Some of these professionals were Attorney Charles Rader, dance studio owner Ann Dale Guinn, and Engineer Jerry Eggers, just to mention a few.

One afternoon this KUB supervisor engaged the ignition of an aircraft I was priming for startup for him without informing me, and nearly chopped me up with the propeller. Only my alertness and carefulness saved my life. A witness (and pilot) standing near me was shocked that he had violated all safety procedures and appeared to be trying to harm me! Another of his partners, a Psychiatrist, had employed some of the previously mentioned Cult leaders at Helen Ross McNabb Mental Health Center during the suicides.

In 2010 I exposed a group of Bullies at a neighborhood Masonic Lodge who were threatening other members and in a later incident physically harmed me. Several of the members of this Lodge are current and former KUB and TVA employees.

I don’t want to say this fire in my home may have been intentional, but it really looks suspicious given my history with KUB, and KUB employees. But in any event, whether accidentally or intentionally, KUB did cause this fire, and I respectfully request that KUB repair or replace my home and provide compensation for all damages without the threat of litigation.
And that's all I have to say about the Fire.
Jim Golden

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

A Complaint about Abuse in Knoxville taken or sent to Governmental Representatives and Media in Knoxville.

With the controversy about Prayer Before Governmental Meetings at hand, I have a suggestion for a statement which should be read before governmental meetings in Knoxville as follows…

 “In the place of prayer we now read the following statement:

1-We know we represent a community where we have violated the Sun Shine Law by meeting in Secret.

2-We know we represent a community where community leaders may be caught and charged with lascivious acts in public areas.

3-We know we represent a community where child protective organizations can become havens for child abusers. The Suicide of Joe Prest after being drugged then abandoned in jail while in the care of Child and Family Services.

4-We know we represent a community where Adult Protective Services can conveniently loose case files so that abuse of the elderly can continue. The Victim was my neighbor Helen Burleson.

5-We know we represent a community where our state can create false records where innocent individuals become listed as Felons in an attempt to promote injustice against them. Me

6-We know we represent a community where religious leaders run cults, where professionals are driven to suicide.* Attorney Charles Rader - hanged, Ann Dale Guinn - suicide gunshot, Oscar Dwayne Paul violent motorcycle accident after leaving cult, Jerry Eggers - gunshot suicide, most others died from gunshot to the head.

7-We know we represent a community where some of our best parks and picnic areas have to be closed because of homosexual activity and crime. IC King for one.

8-We know we represent a community where organizations set up to build character have become havens for bullies. A Lodge in Knoxville

9-We know we represent a community where a mentally and physically challenged boy can be gunned down and lie by the roadside in our city for three hours dying slowly after I call 911 reporting multiple gun shots, and no police response. My neighbor, Ernie Reno

10-We know we represent a community where school children hide in our yards from gangs trying to harm them.  And when the police are called, they refuse to respond claiming, “It is a school matter”. *My yard

11-We know we represent a community where attorneys can have their clients tried in secret in a closed court in an attempt to protect corrupt police officers.  Then these same attorneys, and others who refuse help, become judges, with apparent media approval. * Mary Beth Leibowitz of Leibowitz, Watson, Erickson, Stivers, and Kresson. Then Burnstine, Susano, Stair, and Cohen. Then John Rossen who interfered in the Leibowitz and gave them an excuse to remove them selves.

12-We know we represent a community where our District Attorneys Office tries to discourage a prosecution by telling victims their attacker is Mafia and the DA’s Office is afraid of him. * Assistant DA Greg Shanks

13-We know we represent a community where taking down a banking empire was more important than introducing exciting new technology to insure success of our 1982 Energy Worlds Fair. *Fluidized Bed Combustion models developed specificly for the Energy Expo,

14-We know we represent a community where victims of Legal Abuse and Corruption call radio talk shows during interviews with law professors and are cut off by the host and accused of lying. Then that same radio host is elected to County Commission. * Me

15-We know we represent a community where a high school coach can kick and stamp a young athletic student, not because the student has done anything wrong, but because the student is poor and has to work after school and cannot play on school athletic teams. * Me, by Coach Hoyt Carol at Holston High causing me to leave Holston.

16-We know we represent a community where people who come to the aid of the elderly, who are being abused by Codes Enforcement, can themselves be harassed by Codes Enforcement with threats of “If you don’t quit helping her we are going to tare your house down”. * I was trying to help Helen Burleson whose neises and nephews were trying to get control of her money by having her home torn down.

17-We know we represent a community where a woman inducted into the  “The Aviation Hall of Fame” can spend the last few months of her life in neglect while living in a care facility, I’m speaking here of Evelyn Bryan Johnson aka “Mama Bird”.  And when a caller (Me) to a local talk radio show tries to bring attention to her and other elderly neglect, he is shouted down and cut off by the host. * I later found Evelyn at lunch times with dentures missing, dead battery in hearing aid, feces on toilet seat and around floor of bathroom, all at lunch times hours after care givers should have been checking on her.

18-We know we represent a community where reckless utility workers cause house fires and attempt to deny responsibility. * Knoxville Utilities Board and My House three times in one year.

19-We know we represent a community where insurance companies cancel home insurance policies once a home is paid off, and other insurance cannot be obtained. * Mine and my 100 year old neighbor for instance.

20-We know we represent a community where “The Public Forum” portion of meetings, where concerns just such as are presented here, is moved from the beginning of the meeting to the rear in an attempt to discourage public input and exposure.

21- We know we represent a community where we find an elderly Jewish woman afraid to leave her Sequoah Hills apartment thinking her landload is trying to harm her.  And when we investigate, we find her living room ceiling on the floor, her commode loose from the floor, and a hole in her second story metal steps the size of a football where the step is rusted thru. And when we contact churches and synagogues for someone to visit with her daily to check on her, no one is willing from Main Street to North Shore Drive...  *...until I compalin to a friend at the FBI who recruits members of his Uniterian Church to check on her unitl I can have her family remove her from Knoxville.
22-We know we represent a community where persons who come before us exposing and condemning these problems will be shouted down and removed from the meeting in a sudden recess with the cameras turned off so that the public is unaware. *Me while trying to bring public attention to these matters a no help from our media.

23-We know we represent a community where our media has become a propaganda tool for politicians and projects, and has refused to report many of these injustices. These complaints have been taken to our media for years.

24-We know we represent a community where the Planetarium Projector at the East Tennessee Discovery Center in Chilhowee Park is in such bad condition that it actually discourages an interest in Astronomy.  Yet some community leaders salaries are approaching a half million dollars.

25- We know we represent a community where a young man, working un-funded, voluntarily shows his successful research to the US Department of  Energy at Oak Ridge National Laboratories, where they have failed miserably wasting hundreds of thousands of dollars, is black listed and labeled as unethical for working unfounded and beaten by law enforcement, and tried in secret in a closed court, * see above…

26- We know we represent a community where a young man parks his car in the drive way by the garage of the home of an elderly lady who helped raise him in an attempt to stop thieves from breaking in to her home, has his car towed and sold by Codes Enforcement.  *...even though the City Councilman representing that district agreed not to do it. This womans father had started Unions in the Coal mines in Kentucky before having their home blown up by the company.  But all the family excaped.

With this knowledge put forth, we now open this meeting”

Is Prayer Before Governmental Meetings a violation of the Separation of Church and State? 

I would suggest here that Prayer Before Governmental Meetings in Knoxville might be considered Blasphemy!

Fluidized Bed Combustion Development, and Legal Abuse

In 1978 at the request of DOE Scientists at Oak Ridge National Labs. I returned to Knoxville to help develop a Small Fluidized Bed Combustor (FBC) for them as a Steam Car Project.  Worked un-funded I voluntarily showed my successful research to the US Department of  Energy at Oak Ridge National Laboratories (ORNL), where the Director of ORNL, Herman Postma, states they have failed miserably after spending hundreds of thousands of dollars and where my developments show that an 800 million dollar project slated for Anderson County is unnecessary.
This leads to my being blamed for the 800 million dollar project being canceled and labeled as unethical because I was “working unfunded” in my research, then Black Listed in our research community. Where upon, I am attacked by THP on I-40 one evening and beaten by law enforcement who had called truckers on CB radios and said the I was an escaping Felon who had tried to kill a police officer, and then I am tried in secret in a closed court where my own parents are not allowed to attend the trial in what in all appearances is an attempt to protect one Tennessee Highway Patrolman (THP) who had prior federal suits pending against them.  

While filing a complaint with the THP I learned a false record had been created labeling me as a Felon prior to the attack by the THP.  Attorneys tell me that Knoxvilles Insurance had been cancled and no attorney will help.  With no attorneys will help, (I even went to my church with it's large group of members who were attorneys but the church refused to help) I am left in the hands of children at the University Tennessee Law School who are able to force a Denuvo’ Ruling but I am re-arrested on the same charge several times and dragged to jail with additional bond as harassment until the Knox County Sheriff orders that I am not to be arrested again.  Then a “Contract Hit Man” shows up whom I recognizes and respond, “You don’t remember me do you. I sat with you in the hospital after you had been shot”.  To which the Hit Man replied.    “I’m sorry, there won’t be any more trouble”.

During a trip to the Patent Office in Washington, DC I hand carried a letter expressing my concerns about Legal Abuse toward me in a plea for help to National Public Radio, CBS-60 Minutes and Tennessee Congressman and Senators. But knowone would help.

Later, after studying some Law at The University of Tennessee Law School Library, I "Petition the Grand Jury As A Citizen" who throw the entire case out! All the THP are fired, and the Law firms broke up, including the ones I had approached seeking help.  But none of this is ever reported in the Media. 

Later, I am approached by a group of people and asked to intercede in the life of a beloved but alcoholic piano player. Where upon I am attacked by the owner of the restaurant after I had make arrangements with the manager to be there for that very reason, in what appears to be an apparent set-up, and I suffer a broken jaw from a sucker punch as I am leaving.  The Prosecuting Attorney from the DA’s Office tries to frighten me out of the prosecution by telling me my attacker is Mafia and the DA’s Office is afraid of him.  To which I reply that  “I once stopped a girl from being Gang Raped who turned out to be some Mafia Dawn’s daughter, and if retaliation from the Mafia is saught, it might get reversed”. The DA wet his pants. 

Some of the attorneys, and others who refuse help during the THP attack, have become judges in Knoxville, with apparent media approval. Mary Beth and Larry Leibowitz of Leibowitz, Watson, Erickson, Stivers, and Kresson first tried the case in Secret. Then John Rossin interfered and arranged a Plea Bargin, without my knowledge or approval, which gave the Leibowitz attorneys an excuess to remove themselves from the case.   Then Burnstine, Susano, Stair, and Cohen said there was nothing that could be done.

As an aside...
One of my associates at the Steam Automobile Club, Dr. John Dabbs, discovered how to make a "Touch Screen" work on computers.  He started a company to produce this and later he was placed on the Board of Directors of the company and fired! They took his company away from him and left him with nothing!
This and other technologies were withheld from our 1982 Energy Worlds Fair...



Friday, September 21, 2012



My family history begins in the early 1700s when Louie the 14th of France was attempting to wipeout the Huguenots who had attempted to start the Protestant religion in France.  Many of these Huguenots fled into Germany where my family lived.  We accepted them, giving them land, and homes.  France in anger invaded Germany and tried to kill us for helping them.  We fled to England and were shipped to America in 1738 on board the “Robert and Ann” because of our “Hard working and God fearing” nature.  One of two brothers refused to sign an oath of allegiance to King George in Pennsylvania and came south to settle in North Carolina with 13 children.  From there the family has spread to every state in the United States, Mexico, South America, and west to Japan.  My mother was born to a share-cropper family in South Carolina and managed to graduate from U. South Carolina before coming to Tennessee during WWII as a Second Lieutenant speaking on behalf of our war effort where she met and married my father also from South Carolina who had come here from the Washington Post in Washington DC to work for the Knoxville Journal after Lotspeech had acquired the newspaper.  I was born in late evening on February 13, 1945 the day we bombed Dresden in Germany.  Dad brought a black woman into our home to help mom with the children and to help with parties that were attended by people like FBI Agent Ed Sushie, Knoxville Journal Editor Guy Smith and such.  Later after she left the Mary Star Program on TV dad got her a job working in The White House kitchen in Washington DC.


Some of my earliest memories in the 1950s are of going to the Knoxville Journal at night to place Sales Advertisements of businesses in the paper where they would not be seen until publication because of the highly unethical practice by persons in the advertising community who would share advertising sales with other businesses prior to publication in an attempt to limit the success of some businesses. My father was a highly ethical person and was hated by other unethical newspapermen especially at the News-Sentinel for protecting his business clients, but especially for protecting the Jews.  Dad was known in Knoxville as The Big Jew, but was not.  Dad had never been a Jew.  His big nose had come from boxing and pro-football.  Because of his toughness and high ethics, dad had been chosen to escort actresses like Mae West while working in New York.


I grew up in a sick neighborhood full of bullies.  And the scar by my left eye is from a rock fight where 10th graders were stoning a five-year-old girl one of them had molested. And when I attempted to defend her I was hit with a rock the size of a baseball. I was in the 2nd grade.  I later got a 3rd degree burn on my hand trying to retrieve my ball cap from a burning tire where the two 10th grade boys had thrown it.  Neighbors had to bring ice to our home to try to keep the pain down.  Mike Almond’s brother was lured into jumping into the river by the railroad tracks with a promise to help him as older boys watched and laughed as he drown. “Weeping in the Playtime of Others” should be required reading.

While in grammar school at Mountain View parents came to us and asked if we would please accept children as friends from John Tarlton Home because all other schools refused their admittance.  We did and became friends with these poor and abused, and sometimes dirty and smelly children from the orphanage.  They were great kids, but often spoke of beatings. Dennis Hancock cut off his big toe after being punished at the orphanage one afternoon.  We never saw him again.


I attended the YMCA as a child where I swam and wrestled.  When I tried to rescue a drowning boy at YMCA who was being allowed to flounder in the water by our lifeguard, I was nearly drowned myself.  I could not stand to watch him suffer.  The lifeguard finally pulled him out with a large hook.  I have over the years helped several drowning people from what we call “The Y” in the Great Smokey Mountains at Townsend as an adult.


After Urban Renal in Knoxville we moved to Holston Hills and dad immediately lost his job at the Journal, as did everyone else who was at retirement.  Dad took jobs at 4 different radio stations selling ads.  And I took a newspaper route. 


During school I was a Safety. Patrol at Holston Jr. Sr. High School.  At two different times, I worked a week at Cas Walkers Supermarket and Harpers with out pay in failed attempts to get hired.  During the summer I balanced automobile wheels on customers vehicles, and on city, state, and federal vehicles, as well as racecars and moonshiners in my uncles large front-end shop in South Carolina during the summer. 


I built a homemade motor-scooter and raced in the American Soap Box Darby at 12 and 13 back when you had to design and build your own car. I can remember a fellow bragging to us that his car had been designed and built by a team of engineers at Oak Ridge, and others had also cheated.  We didn’t care.  We beat most of them anyway.  The fun came from building the car, not from winning.  But in my second year, I was only narrowly beaten by the Regional Champion from Atlanta Ga.


I also swam on Knoxville’s first swim team, and when bullies came to the quary where us boys swam I could hold them under water until they ran out of air. They never bullied us again and actually became friends in our "Little Rasc;e" type gang. But when a black boy snuck into our quary some older boys reportedly gave him to 10 to run before they shot him with a shotgun. Later, at the request of a father, I took the first young black motorcycle rider to the Highway Patrol office to get a Motorcycle license, and snuck him into an east Knoxville query where we swam.  I worked after school for a while in a boat repair shop owned by my Algebra teacher, and began learning the tool and die trade at Hansard Machine Company.


When I scored in the top 5% of the US on some new achievement tests, I got into trouble with my teachers because I was a C and D student.


I built street rods with older boys around Knoxville and once at C Berry’s Garage in 5 points in the black area of Knoxville.  Orvid Roberts got me interested in Go-Kart racing after I had many times carried metal to Dumpster’s Machine Shop to weld up something to ride.  I raced with the Knoxville Go-Kart Club locally and around the south in a car I had designed and built with older men helping.  I later worked secretly for Homelite Chainsaw Company because I was under age. There I learned to overhaul and rebuild equipment, and raced on their team.


In the 10th grade I was beaten, kicked and stamped by Coach Hoyt Carroll during gym class one day after asking a question before a re-lay race.  I had beaten most of the school athletes during re-lays, and the boys said Coach Carroll was furious at me because I didn’t compete on our school athletic teams.  I couldn’t.  We were Poor! Dad had been fired from the Knoxville Journal, along with most others that were approaching retirement. He was working 4 jobs in Advertising and I had to work after school.

Later dad was hired by Mr. Goodson to head up the Advertising Department of JFG Coffee Company and I worked during the summer at JFG in every department and learned every job, and as far as I know was the only executive’s son to do so, while attending night school in the summer for extra credit. In the fall Mr. Goodson asked me to escort the Goodson company college boys back from out of town UT Football games so they wouldn't get into trouble for driving under the influence. I had just turned 16. 

Once while fishing on the Goodson Family property at Norris Lake Jeff Goodson and a bunch of UT Football players arrived and asked me to Hot Wire the speed boat because they had left the key at home. Dad said it was OK so I did and spent the afternoon with them in the speed boat skiing. That next Monday dad came home from work really up set. He said the reason the boys didn't have the boat key was because Mr. Goodson had taken it from them. "Rich Kids" So sad...

I spent my junior year at Harrison Chilhowee Baptist Academy with the children of foreign missionaries, and others, some who had been expelled from other schools.  It was a wonderful experience but we couldn’t afford it. 

I transferred to East High School my senior year where Mrs. Scarborough, our counselor, put together the wildest schedule you could imagine to help me graduate on time.  And I worked at Burkhart’s ESSO Station after school until midnight servicing vehicles and doing road service.


After High School Graduation I took extra math in Columbia, SC and built a lake home near Columbia using black street labor.  I also sunk the first pylons with Tolar for what would later become the largest marina at Sullevans Island, SC.

In the fall I joined the USAF.  Because of the way I ran the Obstacle Course I was recruited into the Air Commandos.  But I would not go.  I wanted Tech-school first.  I later fought on my tech school Squadron boxing team and gave up leave time at my instructors request to skip ahead in school because most of the former class had flunked out.  Airman Lee, who had re-enlisted, and I both went into the next class and fought tooth and nail to be the best. I graduated first in my class with the second highest average in the school history from a nuclear weapons program while competing against college men. And received my second stripe in less time then the regulations would allow.


At our permanent duty station in a maintenance squadron in Wyoming we started by babysitting the prime contractor, Boeing.  While others slept in the truck, I worked with Boeing installing equipment and in some cases solved problems that had perplexed them.  They frequently commented that I needed to join Boeing.  After the Missile Wing went operational and overwhelming problems arose in the Pneudraulics Department, volunteers were requested, so I did.  When I pointed out design flaws in the support equipment, and maintenance problems that could not be solved with Tech Order procedures, maintenance supervisors went ballistic.   When Launch Commanders started requesting me for their maintenance over more qualified seniors, my supervisors wanted me out!  I was attending the U. of Wyoming at night when they started scheduling me during class so I would miss. And sometimes they would change my scheduled departure time to missile sites without informing me so that they could mark me AWOL.  It was a fight!  My supervisor was an ex-air-police supervisor who was not qualified to visit our nuclear missile sites.  Our Commander was said to be an ex-POW.  He was a vegetable  and easily manipulated by sadistic executive personnel who took every opportunity to abuse airmen.  Airmen retaliated by requesting transfer to Vietnam or just leaving the service right before retirement.  I once had to tackle a huge airman who was about to sabotage a nuclear support system, yelling at him that he only had two month to go, I had two years.


Friends in a sister squadron asked me if I would befriend one of their girlfriends who was 3 months pregnant.  Judy was a wonderful girl and her father was an Episcopal Minister and former engineer who had helped develop the Fish Carburetor in England.  I would sometimes wind up spending my evenings in long conversation with him.  When her Doctor called my squadron and said there was a girl in the hospital who refused to have her child until I got there, my supervisors went ballistic!  It was a long time convincing them that I was a support friend and Not the father!  They couldn’t see the joke the doctor had made in summoning me. 


When I broke my Nevicular (wrist fracture) during an Air Force volleyball practice and it wouldn’t heal for months, I convinced Dr. Howland to let me try an experiment to heal it.  This resulted in an immediate cure.  He was stunned.

And after several motorcycle accidents resulting in critical injuries to airmen, and a plea for a solution from Air Force Command, I fought against command to get airmen to turn on their headlights while riding, and for our Wing to start a training program to teach these young airmen, who had never ridden, how to handle a motorcycle, and ride safely.  But my squadron supervisors were furious at my suggestion and fought me all the way.  They just wanted to punish those involved in accidents.  What good does it do to punish an airman who has become a vegetable?  I was finally driven out of the Air Force in 1965 and prepared to go to work for Boeing as a Tech Rep. when I got the word that Stanley Cowden from my old neighborhood had drowned in the Holston River at night while among friends.

I return to Knoxville to investigate the suspicious death of my high school friend who had died during a card game, and whose body had been recovered in the river behind Holston Hills Country Club, because local police had dropped the investigation.  A friend, who had fled Knoxville in fear for his life, came to explain the murder to me.  A doctor’s son, and another long time enemy of Stanley were at the drowning. 

I began a complaint to the Congress and Senate of the US against corruption in the military that would bring agents of the FBI or NSA (they both later denied being there) to my home in an attempt to silence me, and bring an upgraded discharge under Honorable Conditions.

I became the house drummer in a local nightclub where the greats like Jerry Lee Lewis, Conway Twitty, Ace Cannon, and Charley Rich gave concerts.  And on occasion played in an all Negro night club called the Ebony Lounge in a musical duo (organ and drums) with Ronnie Whiddit who would later be asked to join the great Jimmy Hendrix Band, all while working a day job Knoxville Magazine, attending the University of Tennessee at night, and singing in the First Baptist Church Choir.  When my dad found out that I was sometimes playing at the Ebony, it scarred him because he had once been attacked and beaten by a gang of blacks in his youth.

I later took a job with AT&T Company at the suggestion of R.E Debusk who had mentored me in electronics at Holston High.  AT&T placed me in Outside Plant Engineering working 7days a week 14 hours a day on a new cross-country communications system.  Within the first 6 months I was selected to work directly with the Supervising Engineer of AT&T where I assisted in inspection, troubleshooting, and final testing of the communications system, and met Ed Masengill who preformed the same job in a different crew.  My co-workers and I later resigned from AT&T after being transferred to the Northern Area where our corrupt Supervising Engineer for the whole Northern Area, named Tracy, led to the death of a contractor on the job. 


Tracy had already suspended me once in a power struggle for trying to allow our contractors to work safely.  Many contractors had quit because of the unsafe working conditions forced on them. “Don’t worry about how the contractors work as long as you’re getting a pay check” were his words as he slept with the contractor/owner.  I was sick at giving up the best job I would ever have. 

I returned to Knoxville where my neighbor Mr. Copeland worked me double shifts at Wolf Dairies to make money for my re-entrance into the University of Tennessee but I later left UT after the 3rd time of having to teach my Physics Professor things he didn’t understand, and listen to my economics professor fuss about Cas Walker.  But it was while at UT that I met my future wife whose sister had just been killed in an automobile accident and we fell together both of us not running on all fours. 

I took a job at Knoxville Utilities Board for support, but had to leave a short time later because my co-workers teased me about screwing my wife on the hood of a car during high school.  You can imagine the hurt.  I later found out that it wasn’t true, but it really caused problems in my marriage and I almost took a chainsaw to one of them.  I took a job playing music in a private club and once played with the great Bob Raulston of The Laurence Welk Show.  But I needed better support with a baby on the way so I swallowed my pride and went to South Central Bell as many of my former AT&T co-workers had done. 

They put us in a line crew and shipped us out of town.  Once while dismantling an open wire route, my foreman threw a pair of line pliers to me without warning and broke my safety glasses in my eye.  I sought private medical attention to save his job.  In another incident with another foreman while placing cable up English Mountain, I got into a spat with my older foreman over a lineman being forced to stay on the dead end pole while sagging up the cable.  I tried to convince him that if it got in the power in those long spans up the mountain, he would fry!  I finally took the keys out of the line truck and refused to sag it up while Larry was up the pole.  The foreman had to relent and when I moved the truck it started spinning in the snow.  I got out to check it out, leaned on the cable, and the lights went out.  I was being electrocuted.  I managed to roll off the cable but everything was a blaze.  Only the thick insulation of my winter clothes had protected me from the full charge.  The engineer said later that it was 14,400 volts.  The foreman never argued with me again, and left during dangerous situations.


Later after being transferred to the Rogersville Area for another upgrade my wife decided to stay in Knoxville with our newborn daughter.  One night while I was in Rogersville a Knoxville Police officer tried to force his way into our apartment and onto my wife against her wishes.  A neighbor overhearing the confrontation from an adjoining apartment had to remove the police officer at gunpoint.

I later became an Installer and then a Repairman, and Bell soon had me coming in later so I could complete the repairs left half done by my co-workers.  Once while I was up a pole on Jacksboro Pike a Knoxville Police Officer pulled up under me, stepped out of his car with his gun drawn, pointed at me and said, “When I shoot you, there is nothing you can do”.  I stepped around behind the pole, pulled out a 38 pistol, pointed it at police officer and said, “Don’t miss!”. The Officer nearly wricked his Patrol Car as he sped off.

Later I ran a case of trouble into the 546 Office and the Test Board ask me to show it as an “outside trouble” stating that Bell had installed bad equipment in that office and they were trying to cover for them.  I said AT&T didn’t make bad equipment and asked to be placed in the 546 office to fix the problems.  As it turned out Bell had promoted friends to work in the office who could not pass the Bell System Schools in Birmingham, Alabama.  So, the equipment was not being maintained properly.  All the Knoxville businesses, all the WATS, all the Federal Telephone System, and all the Mobile phones worked in this office, and it would "lock up" (not pass phone calls) during heavy traffic. 


They sent me to school in Birmingham.  It took several years but I got the exchange running in the black, which embarrassed all my supervisors.  Dick Creech, the District Supervisor, even came and got me at night to work in other offices after their workmen had gone home and left something undone. 

At Bell, young attractive Operators came to me in tears crying that Homosexual "female" Supervisors at Bell were trying to force them to go out on dates with them or they would be given hard shifts or fired!  I once was attacked by one of these Dykes with a pair of Brass Knuckles! I just laughed at her. She apologized in tears after she sobered up.


While at Bell I worked after hours with group of Oak Ridge Scientist and Engineers from the WWII "Manhattan Project" in development of new alternative energy systems for power generation, on the condition that they bring a scientist to our meetings bi-weekly to teach me/us something.  Working with this group also gave me an opportunity to study the parents of some of our area drug dealers. 

I was fighting from within a "drug cult" in Knoxville where several members with successful careers had ended their lives in suicide by gunshot, when one of their drug suppliers sent me to the Oak Ridge group to help with a problem.  Some of our local police harassed me unmercifully during this time while I was fighting against drug abuse and in support of Vietnam Veterans with drug problems.  I had already had my jaw broken once in a “Contract Hit” because of my community involvement.  A quack from UT hospital preformed such a bad surgery that another had to be done two days later to try to correct his problems. He had refused to follow our agreed to procedures in developing a new procedure for this type of fracture. This left me with a "Glass Jaw", but the doctors didn't inform me of this.


Some police officers supported my efforts to protect victims of drug abuse and cults, and attempted to protect me from crooked cops many times.  But the FBI protected this cult in the same way they had protected Randy Tyree who had run a “drug sting” in Knoxville called “Operation Aquarius” to launch his political career.  In this scam Tyree’s cronies had forced some children to by drugs with threats, and then had them arrested, which destroyed many families in the Knoxville area, but the truth was never published in our media. 


One of the leaders of this cult was an architect of our New Knoxville Zoo, another worked at Helen Ross McNabb Mental Health Center.  The Suicides were that of a 12 year old brother of a Knoxville businessman visiting here from Pennsylvania, Ann Dale Guinn of Loudon who ran a successful children’s dance studio, Jerry Eggers a State of TN Engineer, Lissie Austin an aspiring actorise, Attorney Charles Rader from my high school who hanged himself, and Dwayne Paul who was a world champion motorcycle racer that I use to ride on the back of my motorcycle when he was a child.  Dwayne died minutes after leaving the cult on his bike, not a suicide.

I also volunteered at Columbus Home, which is sponsored by Catholic Social Services back when it was a “secret facility” where I tended to babies with cigarette burns, and to molested girls all who had to be hidden from their families.  I would take my Violin out and teach this children how to play things like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". They couldn't believe someone loved them enough to trust them with this beautiful instrument! I also sometimes snuck older children out to our Oak Ridge Museum to entertain and inspire them.  Two of my friends had become House Parents at Columbus Home and I had promised to support them when they did.  Tom and Ann lasted longer as House Parents then any prior house parents.

Later I had my "wages Garnished at Bell without Due Process" in a scheme cooked up between Bell, Blue Cross Insurance, and Judge Creekmore in an attempt to get me fired.  It didn’t work, but I was later forced to Retire from Bell in a scam cooked up by a new replacement supervisor Tom McClain who had taken my "authorized leave days" and listed them as sick days. I could have fought this scam which is what my District Supervisor Dick Creech wanted me to do, but I was fed up with Bell. I had only taken the job because I had a new wife and child, but now that they were gone, I was happy to leave.

I went out west to join friends to work in aviation where we took an arm of aviation that was killing people and proved the problems and solutions to each manufacturer in part with my own money. We promised the manufacturers "not to publish the data if they would just let us test their equipment. Then I was asked to join a team of researchers in New Mexico in developing the next generation of a light aircraft.  Long story short, they gave me the prototype.  And later I assisted in the development of the Double Eagle II for it’s successful Trans-Atlantic flight, and helped, in part with design, and build of “Solar One”, the first solar office building.

After several pleadings from an old Manhattan Project Oak Ridge scientist, I returned to Knoxville in 1978 to help in the development of a new energy related furnace called Fluidized Bed Combustion which was under development at Oak Ridge National Laboratories and being funded by the Tennessee Valley Authority for burning high sulphur coal. 

In 1979 I demonstrated a small unit that was simple and practical, and far exceeded the efforts by Oak Ridge National Laboratories and the University of Tennessee Engineering Department, as well as other research corporations across America and Europe.  The Director of ORNL, Dr. Herman Postma, came from his home at 9pm to see the furnace run, and nearly had a nervous breakdown.  I was burning ordinary stoker coal and capturing the sulphur in the bed material, which had been thought not possible by ORNL in a “small” unit. 

They kept my success a secret until a TVA funding meeting where they humiliated the research community for their huge funding and lack of success.  This led to my being blamed for the shutting down of an 800 million dollar Solvent Refined Coal project slated for Anderson County and a blistering critique of ORNL’s research effort, as well as a blood drenched beating of me by state and federal agents on Interstate 40 in downtown Knoxville one night.  Truck drivers were told on CB radio that I was a fleeing felon who had tried to kill a police officer as they watched the bearing.  Despite the fact that all traffic was stopped on I-40 in downtown Knoxville during my beating and arrest, there was no mention of the incident by our news media.  Hummmmm!

A false record of me being a Felon had been used by the State of Tennessee years earlier as I fought with supervision over crooked cops.  My attorneys from Leibowitz, Watson, Erickson, Stivers, and Cresson blocked a Grand Jury investigation that would have cleared me, and I was tried in Secret, in a closed courtroom, in front of an Acting judge, my own parents not allowed to attend. 


“Ok, I’ll play your silly games.  Lets see how crooked you can be.”  Then another attorney, John Rossen interfered in the case by arranging a "Plea Bargan" without my permission, which gave the Leibowitz firm an opportunity to remove themselves as my attorneys.  Dr. John Dabbs from our research club in Oak Ridge, who had invented the “Touch Screen” we now use in electronics, and who had his company taken from him by unscrupulous business partners after he discovered how to make a "Touch Screen" work for computers, sent me to the Law Firm of Burnstine, Susano, Stair, and Cohen for help, but they said “nothing could be done”.  So studied some Law at the UT Law Library and Petitioned the Grand Jury "As a Citizen" but Legal chicanery continued that would last for months designed to destroy my research efforts and career.


Three of the attorneys from three different law firms, who left me twisting in the wind in the chicanery, are now Judges in Knoxville.  One sits on the Appellate.  I complained to the "Board of Professional Responsibility" that regulates our state legal community and hand carried complaints about corruption to: our Grand Jury, our local media, and to the Washington offices of our Senator and Congressman, to National Public Radio, and CBS 60 Minutes. But Legal chicanery continued for months.  Eventually the case was dropped and both the officers, Nicky Maxi a Pornographer, and Harold Davis who already had other Federal Law Suits against him prior to his attack on me, were fired.  The Law firms all split up and some of the Law Students at UT who had tried to help me, dropped out of Law School in disgust.

At the United States Patent and Trademarks Office, examiners were stunned at my success and had me speak before a large auditorium gathering.  They later introduced me to other problems in industry that they felt were not getting good research.  They encouraged me to file for Patent' and prosecute it myself, which I later did and received Patent' # 4,580,505 for "A Method and Apparatus of Fluidized Bed Involving Heat or Combustion".

The Grand Jury eventurally threw the case against out!  All the Tennessee Highway Patrol were fired, the Law Firms broke apart and CB radios used by the THP in committing the Felony against me were removed from patrolcars. But none of this ever made it to our media.


I had given my research work to ORNL free of charge in hopes of employment, which was a dream of mine since first visiting the Atomic Energy Museum as a child.  ORNL, TVA, and UT bragged to me that I would never work in research ever again because my success had humiliated the research communities.

Along here I agreed to do an intervention on an alcoholic piano player at a local restaurant, the Copper Cellar, which I arranged with the management.  Here the owner, Mike Chase, sucker punched me in what turned out to be a setup, and broke my jaw.  When I attempted to prosecute him I was told he was in the Mafia by the Knoxville District Attorneys Office, and they were afraid of him.  The prosecution failed, as had all attempts by others in other attacks he had made, as I later learned.  When I tried to suit him over the attack my attorneys from Morrison, Morrison, Morrow (and formerly, Tyree) said the young manager had been murdered, and dropped the case.


Years later, this same attacker, Mike Chase, the owner of many restaurants in Tennessee, locked a baby in his car in the hot sun and roasted him until he died, but was never successfully prosecuted. (I was later told that the District Attorney in Delaware, where that baby died, was Mike Chase's own father. When I contacted Delaware Prosecutiers about Mike's history of abuse, they were disrespectful to me.  Ted Sanders of the FBI told me that they had filmed every attendant at the funeral. 

All of our new energy technologies were withheld from our 1982 Energy Worlds Fair in what I considered an attempt to limit the success of the fair and cause the Butcher Bank failures, which robbed local citizens of their life savings.  A Masonic friend told me, in disgust, that he saw property confiscated and sold for pennies on the pound, ruining families, although they were able to protect some individuals and prevent some foreclosures with trickery.


I took jobs in South Carolina with family, and in Florida at Florida Hospital at the request of a Director at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, and later returned to the University of Tennessee to work with professors on "Grants" in Micro Biology and Zoology, in Genetic Research, but UT refused to hire me as a UT employee. (UT couldn't prevent Professors from hiring me to work on their grants.)

I helped build an upgrade at Bull Run Steam Plant for an engineering company out of Kentucky.  Bull Run is the most efficient generating plant in America. I had been told by Oak Ridge scientist that my Fluidized Bed is more efficient and cleaner, and could be used to concentrate Nuclear Waste.

When TVA took public comment for their “Energy Vision 2020” publication they changed my comments concerning development work done in Fluidized Bed Combustion. This made the publication a “hoax and a sham”, and opened the door for other shams like Knox Counties Waste Incinerator Project which I helped fight because it attempted to shove outdated technology down the throats of unsuspecting Knox County residents who had been kept in the dark about new technologies for handling refuge, such as the Western Lake Superior Sanitary Districts Fluidized Bed Project in Duluth, Minnesota.

I also became a volunteer with Mobil Meals at the request of friends and years later found myself working to prevent employees from sabotaging volunteer efforts on holidays.  And somewhere along here I got back involved with the Civil Air Patrol and Ham Radio.  Thru Ham Radio I became involved with Emergency Services in several surrounding counties.  I also worked in research at UT with Dr. Vaughan and later Dr. Evans Roth in Genetic Research, but UT refused to hire me as an employee.  I could only work on Grants.  UT Engineering had also been embarrassed by my success in Fluidized Bed research where they had failed.  But they couldn’t prevent me from working on professors grants.
I later took a job as Night Case Manager with Child and Family Services again at the request of friends who were concerned about abuse of children. I had only been there a few weeks when I caught a Case Manager (supervisor) Molesting an adolescent boy. After exposing him, I left that program and headed to Independent Living Program which was centered around High School boys. There I helped "turn around" boys who had been considered unreachable, by finding them jobs with hard working/fun loving country boys, and with one young man, with teriffic "art talent", a job as an Illistrator with a publisher. Later I exposed a scam that resulted in the death of one resident, Joe Prest, from abuse I had witnessed, and I was fired.  My own Attorney Leeann Swarm withheld tape recordings I had made of abusive supervisors from the court, in her attempt to protect the agency.

While at Child and Family I filed a Federal Law Suit against an officer who was giving drugs to teenage girls for sex and who had killed the mother of one of the boys who wrote and "Copywrote" the first "Window Program" for computers, but had it stolen from him by unscrupulous corporate chicanery. This officer had used Abuse of Power to attack me while I was attempting to innerseed in the life of a young man who had also been the victim of "Abuse of Power" who had become Suicidal, and later took his own life.  This officer had also threatened witnesses I was using to Prosecute him.  The suit failed because of other chicanery, but the officer was removed. But nothing could bring back my friend or replace the damage done to his family who included a former Disney Cartoonist, teacher, and beloved Aviation Entrepreneur.
I then took a job as a Simi Driver and Welder with Advanced Tank Certification.  While working in Virginia repairing an underground fuel tank, a Virginia Gas Company employee turned the gas on soaking me with gasoline while I was down in the hole welding.  But at that moment I was not striking an arc, so I didn’t catch fire.  The welder on crew #2 was blown up while repairing a 20,000 gallon fuel tank in Alabama.  He was blown over 100 yards, and a 3 ft. pipe wrench was bent double.

When Codes Enforcement came after my elderly neighbor Helen Burleson because a neighbor wanted her property, and her family wanted her money from her husbands death benefits from a mining accident, I tried to intervene by helping with repairs.  Codes Enforcement threatened me with tearing down my home if I didn’t stop helping her.  When her sister, who loved and tried to protect Helen, came to me complaining that Helen had been found locked in a home receiving only one sandwich per day with Gang Green on her leg from a hot coffee burn that went untreated while relatives tried to get her to sign away her Power of Attorney, I went to Adult Protective Services for help. When her relatives came after her again in a nursing home, Adult Protective Services said they had lost the case file.  I was later told some of Helens relatives were City Employees.

After missing her at Synagogue, I found an elderly Jewish woman afraid to leave her Sequoah Hills apartment thinking her landload is trying to harm her. And when I investigate, I find her living room ceiling on the floor, her commode loose from the floor, and a hole in her second story metal steps the size of a football where the step is rusted thru.  When I contacted churches and synagogues for someone to visit with her daily to check on her, no one is willing from Main Street to North Shore Drive. When I complained to a friend at the FBI, Jack Bledsoe,  he said he would help and members of his Unitanian Church visited her until I could have her family remove her from Knoxville.

I came home one day and found a child hiding in my yard who ran up to me and pleaded with tears in his eyes to protect him from a gang of boys who had attacked him after he got off the school bus.  And on another afternoon I saw a gang of boys dragging a girl around on the ground and tossing her books.  The police refused to respond in both incidents saying it was a school problem.

I began attending Electronics School in hopes of automating my Small Fluidized Bed Furnace (FBC) but the school staff refused to allow me to use it as my Graduation Project. I was stunned.

This has now become a Homeland Security Issue because development of a Smaller Size FBC would help remove our Vulnerability from Attacks on our Huge Power Generating Plants, or from having our power grid taked down by CMEs - Corona Mass Ejections from our SUN.
After 9-11 I got back into aviation, got my private pilot license and an instrument rating and started repairing and restoring aircraft at the Skyranch Airport, helped other pilots as a safety pilot, and took care of the grounds.  I got involved with the Young Eagles Program teaching aviation and giving rides to youth, and later became a volunteer with Remote Area Medical doing maintenance on their aircraft then traveling to help with setup and patient care in the vision department.

When county commission attempted to levy a Wheel Tax against county residents to pay for infer structure in other districts, I took petitions for a referendum to nearly every business in North, East and South Knoxville, so citizens would have an opportunity to resist this abuse.  To the amassment of our media, we were able to force a referendum.  Later citizens were intimidated with a form of Black Mail by county commission supported by our media into believing property taxes would raise if the tax didn’t pass.  

After exposing the Board of directors at the SkyRanch Airport, I was taken out of the computer so that I could not reserve and use an airplane.  Yet they continued to deduct a monthly payment for club dues...  Looks like I will have to suit them.

Somewhere in early 2000 I purchased a Motorcycle and began riding "The Dragon" which is a stretch of highway US 129 in Blount County leading into North Carolina. (318 turns in 11 miles) It is World Famous! One afternoon I caught a Simi Truck driver dumping diesel fuel in the turns. I identified the truck and headed back down the road to warn drivers about the slick turns!  Before long I found a pile of motorcycles in the road.  I borrowed a cell phone and called 911.  Blount County 911 answered and said "We Don't Care!". So I called the "Operator" who patched me thru to North Carolina 911 and they said "We Care!".  And when I identified that truck, they said he had been suspected of this before.

In early 2011 the Knoxville Utilities Board left the Power Company Neutral loose on the pole outside my home which nearly resulted in a House Fire. Then in December after subsequent complaint, for Jury Rigging, it happened again... See... "My House Fire" Post for details...  I was recovering from surgery in bed when the fire happend.

I later learned my Great Toe had been screwed on crooked which resulted in an Absess.  I had to get help from a new team of doctors not involved with Knoxville Orthopedic in an attempt to correct the problem. They told me I shouldn't have had the surgery to begin with.  "That Doctor just likes to Operate!"

In the spring of 2012 I discovered that Evelyn Bryan Johnson aka (Mama Bird) who is in the "Avaition Hall of Fame" with more than 57.000 hours as a pilot was being neglected by her avaition friends and her nursing home staff.  I contacted a Conservative Talk Radio Show and pleaded for people who knew her to visit with her to stimulate her mind and keep a check on her, as well as other elderly people in care facilities. The talk show hosts began to argue with me that I cannot ask people to visit care facilities because "people will steal from clients".  What a load of HOG WASH!  People are vetted who visit Care Facilities.  I later found Evelyn with dentures missing, dead battery in hearing aid, and fecies on that toilet seat and floor of her bathroom, all at lunch time in three different incidents and times, which is hours after Care Givers should have been with her. She later died of neglect...

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