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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.
JFG COFFEE COMPANY
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...
HARRISON CHILHOWEE BAPTIST ACADEMY
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.
EAST HIGH SCHOOL
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.
UNITED STATES AIR FORCE
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.
MOTOR CYCLE SAFETY FOUNDATION
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.
DEATH OF STANLEY COWDEN
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.
COMPLAINT TO US GOVERNMENT ABOUT CORRUPTION IN OUR MILITARY
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.
MUSIC
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.
AT&T
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.
UT
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.
KUB
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.
SOUTH CENTRAL BELL TELEPHONE
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.
BELL INSTALATION AND REPAIR
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.
CENTRAL OFFICE TECHNICIAN
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.
HOMOSEXUAL SUPERVISORS ATTACKING YOUNG FEMALES
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.
DRUG CULT WITH MULTIPAL SUICIDES
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.
VOLUNTEER WITH COLUMBUS HOME
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.
BE FIRED OR RETIRE FROM BELL
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.
AVAITION RESEARCH AND SOLAR WORK
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.
RETURN TO KNOXVILLE
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.
FLUIDIZED BED DEVELOPMENT FOR DOE
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.
BLAMED FOR 800 MILLION DOLLAR SHUT DOWN
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!
LEGAL CHICANERY
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.
US PATENT GRANTED
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.
ATTACK IN RESTURANT DA SAYS IS MAFIA
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.
1982 ENERGY WORLDS FAIR
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.)
TVA UPGRADE AT BULL RUN
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.
TVA ENERGY VISION 20 20 SCAM
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.
GENETIC RESEARCH AT UT
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.
CHILD AND FAMILY SERVICES
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.
ADVANCED TANK CERTIFICATION
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.
CODES ENFORCEMENT COMES AFTER MY ELDERLY NEIGHBOR AND THRETENS ME
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.
ELDERLY ABUSE IN SEQUOAH HILL
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.
SCHOOL CHILDREN ATTACKED POLICE REFUSE TO RESPOND
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.
A HOMELAND SECURITY ISSUE
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.
RETURN TO FLYING
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.
WHEEL TAX FIGHT
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.
SUSPENDED FROM SKYRANCH
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.
RETURN TO MOTORCYCLES
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.
MY HOUSE FIRE
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.
MALPRACTICE SURGERY
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!"
ELDERLY ABUSE OF AN AVAITION ICON
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...
more to follow...
