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I
was born very poor. My dad made $12.50 a week
when I was born. We lived on a 65-acre farm in
the very southern part of Fulton County. I was
born in 1942 and back in those days the only ones
who came to visit us were the Jehovahs
witnesses because we lived so far back. The
Mormons could not ride their bicycles that far.
We
literally had cracks in the floor. We lived in an
old slave home and when we moved there, Mother
would go out and cut broom sage down and tie it
together to make a broom. She would just sweep
stuff out the cracks and the chickens would run
under the house.
For
the first six years of my life, I didnt
realize we were poor. We did not have anything,
so how can you miss it? I was a happy kid for six
years.
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When I became six years old, the
most horrifying day in my life happened. I had to start
school! But you see, I had to start school barefoot, and
the clothes I had were hand-me-down clothes from a cousin
of mine. I had two pairs of old overalls, which had holes
on the knees and patches on the side. However, I did not
have to walk five miles in the freezing rain, I caught
the school bus right in front of the house.
I
remember going to school the first day and the kids
laughed me. They made fun of me and called me names. They
humiliated me and I felt so bad.
One
day the teacher called me up in front of the class. She
was a good Christian lady and I knew she meant well. She
wanted to tell those kids, because Bill doesn't have
shoes doesnt make him any different than you. But
it didnt work that way. When she called their
attention to my feet they all began to laugh and this
just totally humiliated me.
I
can remember running out that schoolroom door and running
down that hallway with hot tears running down my cheeks
saying to myself, "I will not have bare feet, even
if I have to kill someone to get shoes."
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| I realized that my daughter
was about to start to school and all the clothes
she had were hand-me-downs and stuff we had
gotten from the Salvation Army. All the pain that
I had felt in that first grade experience came
crashing in on me. When I had to look at my
little baby girl and think, God, I can't stand
the thought of having her be humiliated and
mocked and laughed at like I was. So I got
involved with organized crime. Listen
to me, there is nothing more important on this
earth than your family. But dont you let
Satan deceive you into thinking that you can just
make one good deal and get out, everything is
going to be all right. That is exactly what he
tried to do to me. I thought I would make this
one deal, but what happens is, there is a vacuum
that sucks you down the tubes with it. Your idea
is, I will pay off my bills and everything will
be okay. We will live happily ever after. Let me
share with you how happily ever after I lived.
I
made that one deal and our intentions were to pay
off our car, buy us all new clothes so we would
have decent clothes, but it didnt work that
way. We enjoyed the outdoors, so when I made that
first deal, I bought a boat. We didnt even
have bathing suits to wear. So, I had to go make
another deal, and before I knew it, I was
engulfed in being an organized crime member.
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I spent 15 years of my life in organized crime. During
that 15 years, I was shot twice, stabbed, beaten and
arrested so many times, I cant even remember. I had
2 homes that burned completely to the ground and six
assassination attempts were made on my life. My daughter
was beaten within an inch of her life; it took 3 years of
plastic surgery just to repair her face. My son was
kidnapped in Ontario, California, but that didnt
matter; Satan had convinced me this was part of the game.
Look at the money you are making? The money I was making
never did me any good. It never accomplished anything for
me, because in the end, I ended up with nothing.
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My
empire came crashing down around my feet in
October of 1980. I was arrested on First-Degree
murder charges and was told I would die in the
electric chair. I lived under that threat for
over 2 years. You cant imagine what it does
to you. You know that one day they are going to
sit you in a chair, strap you down, throw a
switch, your eyeballs are going to pop out of
your head and it is over with. All the money in
the world is not worth that. Dont you think
for one minute that it is and if you play with
that snake you are going to get bit. You can
count on it.
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...he
told me he had just gotten a call from Tallahassee,
Florida and I had a new parole hearing on June 29, 1983.
On June 29th, the classification officer called me and
told me I was going to get an Interstate Contract Parole
on July 12, 1983, exactly one year from the day I walked
in prison and was known as a drug king with an empire. I
walked out of that prison no longer known as a drug king
with an empire, but hand in hand with a King of kings and
a Lord of lords.
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Bible study courses and I came out of prison with
three degrees. I came out with a BA Degree, a
DDHG and LLDC. It means born again, a double dose
of Holy Ghost and a long legged devil chaser. I
preached my first sermon two days after I got out
of prison. I was back in Georgia on an Interstate
Contract Parole with a stipulation that I would
never go back to the State of Florida. Six months
after I walked out of that prison in Florida, I
walked back into the same prison with a Bible
under my arm. I had a special 48-hour pass from
the governors office. I walked in that
prison, proclaimed Jesus Christ as Lord and
Master of my life and 164 inmates stood to
receive Jesus. The stipulation was lifted off my
parole. I was asked to come back to the State of
Florida and preach in the schools, churches and
prisons and I did that for almost two years. In
1985, the governor of the State of Florida
granted me Executive Clemency. I said, sir, it
gives me great pleasure to take it, but on
September 24, 1982, while I was still in your
prison in the State of Florida, the "Great
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