Power in Numbers Exposed as Bullying
However, in a world where so many people are different, disconnected and facing so many issues regarding their personal choices, we have seen ‘power in numbers’ take a turn for the worse. It would appear that ‘power in numbers’ has now escalated to simply bullying those who are different.
find most disturbing is that even when supporting documentation is provided,
the evidence itself is never addressed and the guilty are never forced to
respond. Instead, the accuser is vilified and their credibility is questioned
thirty years, rarely has there ever been anyone held accountable for blatant misconduct and abuse of power. I am going to defend myself so you can call it what you want to but I did not deserve (30) years of persecution for not succumbing to the whims of men.
This lesson involved using my works against me. There were even songs released that contributed to disruption and instigated by having my name attached. The entire process facilitates betrayal, initiates competition among its writers/producers and battles for royalties. I never received a dime for all of my ‘works’ but I was forced to listen to my ‘gutted’ works reach the top of the charts.
As I fought for my works, I realized that this was more than just copyright infringements.
My standing up for my works in my attempt to gain my freedom, exposed the inner workings of the industry.
Their attempt to demonstrate a show of power and in their efforts to teach me a lesson, escalated into chaos. Now all of these groups and entities is telling everyone that it’s my fault. These same racist, sexist, male chauvinist and those who listen to the lies are literally calling me a murderer and wishing for my death. All the while, I have been kept in the dark but somehow…I am being held responsible for the outcome?
Almost every song that I had written was passed along for some type of payback or vendetta. It reminded me of the story that I had heard about a famous writing team where one of their girlfriends was actually writing the lyrics but was never given credit or monies. I was told that it wasn’t unheard of to emotionally abuse, reject and cause severe duress to influence suicidal actions. I was told that she killed herself and that’s what I was being forced to do. Wouldn’t you be pissed?
It became more than being ‘black-balled’ and copyright infringements.
Every time that I would seek assistance, it was thwarted and hindered with more violence.
Each incident being solely placed at my feet. Every where that I go, there is some kind of horrible experience. I incur the wrath of every racist or Caucasian that feels that the violence is my fault. I incur the wrath of every African-American because the violence that has incurred against these African-American males is attributed to me. I even experience wrath from the Hispanic community based on violent events also stemming from others decisions.
What really amazes me is the number of African-American females who help by judging me harshly. Every time that I turn around, they seem to be pushing the hardest for my death. It as if they don’t see that it could have easily been either one of them. Male chauvinist and racist could care less about women and that is what is counted on. You would not have worked with either of them while they treated you like you were nothing. I am not responsible for the violence and it is convenient that everything falls on the outsider in order to appease everyone.
In all of these events, I have never been address directly or given any opportunity to defend myself without further being vilified!
I AM SO OVER PEOPLE LYING ON ME TO JUSTIFY THEIR HATE!
Convicted Serial killers get a trial before they get 30 years….Hell, I didn’t know that I was on trial! That’s what ‘power in numbers’ did for me…
Now I am being threatened with another year, for trying to defend myself.
I cannot go to a job interview without being mean-mugged and it being suggested that my experience does not matter. Why must I be forced to live a distressed life, deprived of basic needs as if I started a war? I did not have any power. All I did was refuse to associate myself with those who clearly did not have my best interest in mind. Now I am supposedly the worst thing on the planet.
Street Justice is supposed to punish me for everything that has happened as if I started these events. I being publicly punished for events that have been happening for centuries. All the while, I have been trying to have the right to live with rights but somehow…I am being held responsible for the outcome?
BASICALLY, EVERYONE WANTS TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR MURDER, WHILE THEY SECRETLY MURDER ME! GO FIGURE…
The truth and anything that absolves me gets blocked!
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This was written before I knew what was in store for me. I was not that lazy person waiting for handouts that people wanted to believe that I was. I always wanted to work but at that time, one of the reasons used to deny me was that I thought that I was too good to work. The public ate it up.
I always wanted to work but at that time, one of the reasons used to deny me was that I thought that I was too good to work. The public ate it up.
The best way to describe my situation would be:
What would you do if a gang of ruthless thugs broke into your house, beat you up, stealing everything that you had, slapped your loved ones and kicked your dog?
Well, after regrouping and ensuring that your family is in one piece; the first thing you and any person would do is call the police to make a report so that the insurance company will pay your claim. Does this make you a snitch? No, I don’t so. A snitch is someone who does dirt with a group of people, and then to save their own ass drags everyone else in it.
These same thieves get caught up in their world and somehow become divided after getting caught. Bad things began swirling out of control. Violence spilled out on the streets until they reached your door.
Then to add insult to injury, you find out that this gang of thieves has enough clout behind them to sway a very large group of people to believe that what happened to them; is your fault. Just because you didn’t just sit there and take their abuse; suddenly, every bad thing that happens in the world is your fault.
Then comes the icing on the cake, (figuratively) you are kicked in the face repeatedly and then once you are seething mad that’s when someone has a camera placed in your face for the public to see you at your worst. In this age of technology, it is not unheard of to wire homes, cars, and even people. Hell, if they have g.p.s. and tracking systems in pets; why is it not possible to do this to people. Don’t some believe in keeping their friends closer and enemies closer?
Now you are on display, reeling like a crazed lunatic, angry and downright hostile. Every good thing that you have done in your past is erased. It feels like you are fighting everyone.
Suddenly, everything that happened to them and more started to happen to you and yours. I was at home ‘blind to the prelude’ when slowly one by one people began to make their disapproval of my existence known. Only by the grace of god working through someone, are you saved physically.
Saved? I am not so sure that is the right word to use. Was this so called ‘saving’ true or was it an elaborate form of torture or part of some sadistic game.
That group of thieves and their backers consisted of multiple races, cultures, etc…
I know that this example is not detailed but the message will definitely be clear as I continue to tell my story regarding my experience with the music industry, family and my world. I refer to this as the ‘The Game’ because that’s what it is to some of them. Playing with people’s lives (literally) has become a sport to some. Dog eat dog world, where only the strong survive. The part that goes unspoken is that the game is fixed and the rules are constantly changed to protect the guilty.
It is humanly impossible for someone who has been poked, prodded, harassed and abused to be nice, sweet and social. That is why I say it is fixed. After many years of people telling you that they were paid to be your friend, it is not easy to go out and be overly friendly. I am decent to people who don’t break their necks to hurt. I even ignore the picture that some try to paint of me being all kinds of awful and still I treat people kind. That is until (after warning each at the onset of trouble) that you don’t want to try to play that smash game with me. I tried to tell the last group of co-workers that tried to gang up on me, this won’t end well.
Each time, I try to hold back from hurting feelings but you have to remember that I am good at defense because I have decades of experience. I, literally, begged them not to come at me with the games but one of them actually told me to ‘just die’.
They were nice at first and they were very interested. I called that record company regarding my songs and they went to being rude and playing on the phone. It was games. Anyone who wrote songs that was provided to the production company only to hear your lyrics and melody on the radio or in the studio; you would be pissed. I may not know all that transpired but I do know that something happened to some people. It was clear by the behavior and mistreatment that was thrust upon me.
The fact that I was encouraged to act due to what I was hearing. Someone with more clout blamed me for speaking up regarding my materials. What I do know is that more than one record company responded. Suddenly, it was not just a few songs but all my songs were cut up and redone using similar and/or same hooks. It was like being sent a message that we can do what we want to you. You should have just let them do what they wanted to do with your songs and ideas.
It was a joint effort. Let’s just say the ‘powers that be’ gave their blessing on my torturous demise. Boy, did they show me a few tricks or two.
Almost every song that I had written was passed along for some type of payback or vendetta. For a songwriter to hear their melodies is like recognizing your child cries or your name being called repeated. It reminded me of the story that I had heard about a famous writing team. It was told that one of their girlfriends was actually writing the lyrics but was never given credit or monies. I was told that it wasn’t unheard of to emotionally abuse, reject and cause severe duress to influence suicidal actions. I was told that she killed herself. One can never imagine that pain of being used and discarded; then to top it off tortured and mocked.
If it weren’t for the viciousness of the people, it would be easy for me to believe that the stories told were all lies to distract or influence response that would cause a deadly reaction. I was thrown to the wolves and it was ‘okay’. It was nothing; I was nothing – a Ghost.
In addition, the music wasn’t the only thing used. I couldn’t watch a television program without the ridiculous similarities to my current household topics and concerns. I know I am super sensitive right now so maybe I am tripping (at least that’s what I told myself. There is no chance of this many similarities and topics over this period of time.
It shook me, I cannot lie. I was broken inside.