Dear Gino Part II

"Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? 15 Or what harmony has Christ with Belial, or what has a believer in common with an unbeliever? 16 Or what agreement has the temple of God with idols?" II Corinthians 6:11-7:1

Yesterday, I penned a letter to the notorious Gino Jennings. I was a bit angry, and I’m at the point now that I have more to say, and a lot more to clarify. I think it was August 1996 that I had given my life over to God. I wasn’t running from myself; I was running from people that were seeking my soul. I was living by myself and wanted so badly to stay that way. It was hard living with my mother, and still is, so my brother says. I had made up my mind to be free of sin. No men, no stealing and no fights with other people. Here I was working in a cesspool of thieves. I was there for three months and was promoted, with keys to the money. I chose to stay clean. I had just had another one of my pregnancies. I was not going back. My sex partner at the time, baby mama was having his third child, and I didn’t know then what was wrong with me, and I had tried celibacy for the second time, and it hadn’t worked, because I hadn’t discovered the God in me, yet.

The monsters, the flesh-eating money grabbing drug addicts were pouncing on me so hard some days that I never knew what to do. Do I go to work, or do I stay home? Most days I went to work. It was all I could do to not lose my little two room space. It was my sanctuary. No fighting, no arguing, just peace. I had to work to keep my peace. Only it got so hard to decide some days and “to go” got harder and harder. So, what I did was get tougher and tougher. It was August when I had finally had enough. I don’t remember what the last straw was, but I’d had enough and walked out and left my apron laid out in the parking lot. It was over. I called to get my job back, but it was too much, the idea that I had walked out, leaving my apron in the parking lot. It was a precursor to Home Depot. I was much better in 2024 then I was in 1996. I went home and sulked for a couple of weeks and one Saturday wrote in my diary, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m going to church tomorrow and find out!”

I went to church and found out that I needed God and joined the last Sunday of August. I was baptized on the first Sunday in September. I have never been the same. Things have always happened to me that were extraordinary, and I survived them all. When I tell you that September 11, 2001, will reign as the most extraordinary day in my life, I mean it. I had spoken in tongues, established some unique and loving friendships, but that day was it. Not because I spoke to the man of my dreams, but God had brought hell to the country and given me my purpose. It was like my Moses moment. Everyone was astonished and full of grief and I was plotting on the rest of my life. In August of 1998, He gave me a ministry of women, and I had no idea what that meant. I found that 9-11-2001 was the beginning of my call.

So, a lot of things happened. Gino was right, someone bore false witness against me and fooled the entire world. Evil men who seek carnage and other men booty holes force me in prison. It was so challenging I can’t lie, but it was God’s will. Jesus told his disciples “Learn of me.” He gave me rest in my most troubling times. The women that Gino disrespects make me think he’s a homosexual. He hates women so much and he’s jealous of me, because Jesus and me are friends. I don’t claim to be better; in fact, there is a lot of shame in my life. I love a man who sent me to jail. I love him, however. My ministry, beside the women, the whores and lesbians, is forgiveness. Jesus is life. I asked Gino to teach John, 15. In it Jesus teaches that there is no greater love that a man lay down his life for his brother. Not beat people with the Bible but beat them with love. The Bible teaches “Let your light so shine…” Gino doesn’t have any light. He always like God in the Old Testament, smiting people and killing people. No one died on Jesus watch in the New Testament. Lazarus died, while he was dead, and when Jesus came back, he raised him from the dead. He fed the 5,000, and did not smite them like he did in the days of The Law. We no longer live in the days of sacrifice, we live in the days of mercy and grace.The people were always moving God to kill them. Gino tried to kill me the other day. He spoke about killing Stephen one of a few murders in the New Testament. He will regret that. I had to catch myself and cried all night. I had my angel tell me to slow down and my man to be patient. This wasn’t the first time, just the first time they used a “jack legged” preacher to try and get me. You know these men have no fear. They say in their heart, “There is no God”. Their tricks are greater than the God I serve. God forbid. It’s been 24 years; did you tell Gino that? Because they haven't won in 24 years.They have never won, because even when you thought you were winning, you were really losing.

I believe in God and not myself. I would have NEVER made these 24 years without Him. I’m not some ungrateful preacher who believe the book is all about what I think. Jesus is love. Without love salvation is in vain. Name calling and putting people down is not love. If you see a man going wrong, you are supposed to help him, not call him names. But you thought you could come against me. I’m going to call on Jesus and ask what I must do, and love, love never fails. So, Gino, you and your drug addicted, homosexual, pedophile friend can all go down together. Since you like name calling, you can pick up up all those names or some of them. You need to learn humility. Jesus said, “I am meek and lowly.” Aren't we trying to be more like him. To stand in the pulpit and preach judgement is wrong. Jesus preached forgiveness and humility, please stop. Peter was bold and brash like you, and Jesus had to constantly reminded him of his ways. You want to be right all the time. You are not right about me.

I have never done anything to anyone. Not you or your confused friend and their evil ways, and that’s why they can’t win. They have been warring against me for over 24 years and are still fighting a useless battle. God is keeping me! He is the magic for me. He has let me know that you aren’t the preacher you say you are. REPENT! Fall on your knees and ask GOD for forgiveness. You came at me, because you only see in others as you see in yourself. You are a fake prophet, and you thought I was faking, too. No, sir, I really believe in God! I’m really His servant and I try to live for truth and justice, every day. I mean, I’m not perfect, but I seek him for reconciliation. I think you seek after your own self. You seek men who are thriving, and if they are not, itis up to punish them You calling them liars and money hungry in such a negative way is wrong. You are supposed to pray for them. You are a very angry angry man. I forgive you, just as Jesus forgave Mary at the well and she went to tell the people about the man she met who told her all about herself. The same Mary who went to Jesus to bath Him in oils and flowers so His body would not smell and found the grave empty. Went into the city to tell the people that Jesus had risen and the tomb was empty. All the men had forgotten about his promise, but she had not. You don’t want to call it preaching, we don’t have to call it that. Let’s call it what it is, FAITH. Without faith, sir, it’s impossible to please God. I have Faith in Him, my savior who keeps me from men like you. Men who think they are so “high and mighty” they believe sinner seeking to destroy God’s child. You know it, because you put up a sermon about Moses, today...You are Herod.

Love, Lesley

“Be kind and Compassionate to one another, forgive each other, just as God forgave you”. Ephesians 4:32

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand." Ephesians 6 12-13

Amen

Al Sharpton is Going to Sue Trump

This is funny. Yesterday, Trump said that Oprah, Beyonce and Al Sharpton needed to be Prosecuted for getting paid for endorsing Kamala Harris. Oprah and the Queen Bey have enough money they could pay Kamala Harris for running. He’s trying to pull another sexual deviant into his Epstein drama. You know they all know one another. Al Sharpton left his wife for a younger more pristine model. It's like on Big Brother when they put up two ponds, but there is only one they really want to put out the house. Bey nor Oprah don't need to win the Power of Veto. They will not be leaving the house! Plus, I haven’t forgotten how he became famous. Tawanna Bradley, the young woman that lied about being abused in NYC. Guess who was her advocate? A 300-pound Al Sharpton with a pregnancy belly. And a belt on, with a processed afro. I didn’t believe that in the 90’s a man was trying to look like James Brown.

N.A.N. The group he began has a chapter in Detroit. I saw them on the news. I thought, maybe they could help me with the Oakland County Sheriff’s thing. Well, they are no better than them. It was all these old men trying to get young women. We all know Trump likes young women. I don’t know about teenage women, but like Sharpton, he put his wife and mother of his children down for a young Marla Maples. If he goes down, he takes other “young women hunters” with him. N.A.N. Reflects Sharpton’s deviant ways. I believe that Sharpton took $650K, too. I have no idea why MSNBC keeps him on the air. Every time he comes on the television, I change the channel. He is very hard to look at and listen to. He has had weight loss surgery. Now, he resembles a child wearing a suit. His hair is falling out, but he holds on to the pompadour style that’s just ridiculous. Some people just can’t let go of the past. I wrote a blog, about my experience with N.A.N. It is copied below:

William Davis
National Action Network, President

I was scrolling through my Facebook page and saw a woman holding a sign in a post. I could tell that she was in a forum. I had seen similar post over the last few months. I had said to myself, “Self, you don’t need those kinds of problems”.  One day, out of curiosity, I stopped scrolling and listened. The audio was of poor quality.  This woman, Sonjia Simpson-Gardner, had her phone number all over Facebook, because she was asking for help for her and her daughter. She claimed that the Southfield Police Department was harassing her. She alleges that her next-door neighbor got his daughter pregnant, and one of her certifications made it her business to report crimes of this nature. After reporting the crime, she claims that he got some friends, on Southfield’s Police Department, to begin a harassment crusade that caused her harm.

Based on what she told me, she couldn’t work. When she did find a job, she would be fired without cause. We had just met, and I didn’t understand how she could continue living in her home in Southfield. She has a beautiful home, and I know the taxes there must be quite a bit, and I asked how she was surviving. She told me that she got welfare, worked odd jobs “here and there” and had “friends” that would help. What she said was, “And you know I have my little friends that help me out”. I took that to mean she had a couple of men that helped her out. I have one man that helps me out. So, the “s” was kinda interesting, but I still didn’t judge her. “Tough times call for tough measures” that is, until you cross me. Then I must tell my story.

Sonjia Simpson-Gardner

Sonjia told me that she had been going to Southfield City Council Meeting trying to get help. It was there that she found “the others” who had been going through it with Southfield’s administration. Many of its residents were being “unfairly” thrown out their homes. It seems that the Black people of Southfield are being targeted for their homes. Except, they are being evicted for failure to pay their taxes. How can someone set you up, for something that you failed to do? I could see if people of Southfield were being kicked-out their homes and had paid their taxes. It’s contrary to that. If you don’t pay your taxes, your home is taken, and you are evicted. It’s like the residents are stealing, or squatting. You pay your taxes you stay, but you don’t pay: an eviction notice is placed on your front door.

What makes it so bad, some of these home owners had paid for their homes. The way it was explained is that the city wasn’t informing the residents and selling the homes to organizations like “Habitat for Humanity” and other organizations. Another argument is the city is buying the homes themselves and selling them, after the fix them up, for top price. The man who was telling the story, said that they were selling to Whites and stealing the homes from Black owners, because they don’t notify them and sell the homes out from under them. He says that he wants to buy some of the homes to sell. He says that he keeps going to the Treasurer’s office to collect a list of the properties up for sell, due to delinquent taxes and he keeps being denied. So, they claim a conspiracy to make Southfield White, again. My friend, whose father worked for Ford lived in Southfield. Her family moved there in 1984 or so. It was around that time that many middle-class Black people were moving into Southfield from Detroit.

Now, some of them weren’t middle-class folk. Some of them were drug dealers looking to invest their illegal funds in a new home or one of the high-rises in Southfield. Because of that, I feel that Southfield is corrupt. I wrote a blog about a year ago about their old Chief of Police, Eric Hawkins. He was very crooked in my opinion. He was involved with a theft ring at my job at Sears, where his mother worked. In that blog, I wrote of his affiliation with Community Network Services (CNS). Ironically, he left Southfield in August of last year. Hawkins is a Black man, and up until he left, Sonjia and her friends couldn’t claim racism. She claims that all her woes started two years ago. There were no claims of a racist system by these people, until Hawkins left or after the woman running for Mayor, who was African-American, lost. Now everything is Black and White, when I say that everything is corrupt; period. I don’t care what color you are. She created a flyer to bring attention to the racial inequality in Southfield. It is posted below. She picked all the Whites out, but there are African-Americans in the Southfield administration and on their City Council.

I’m not saying these people are lying, but what I’m saying is that people not paying their taxes is not the fault of the city government. What they should do, instead of attacking an obviously vulnerable government, is raise money for those unable to pay their taxes. A system that has a majority White administration and a predominately Black citizenry, will always be marked racist. Ms. Simpson-Gardner has a good platform, but a lascivious way of going about it. If the man wants to buy these homes, he should find who needs help and help them, instead of screaming racism. I stood, in what was the first Oakland County Meeting of the National Action Network (NAN) and proclaimed that all White people aren’t bad people. After that, the entire room turned on me. Their leader, a minister called Reverend Charles Williams II, had just said it was important to keep the district, infamously governed by John Conyers, Black. As I listened, I heard remarks about how the young men in the streets of Southfield were being victim to “Stop and Frisk” in the neighborhoods. I disagreed with the police doing that but, what else?

When I spoke to Sonjia over the weeks, she told me about people who didn’t believe her stories. She told me one that I found to be unbelievable. She claimed lots of things, like rat poison in her walls, break-ins and job loss. She claims that police came and picked her up and took her to the mental ward at Beaumont Hospital. The man she had accused of child molestation had claimed the she had told him that she wanted to end her life. She also claimed that contrary to my experience of being jailed for long periods of time and committed three times, none of that had been done to her. Even if I’d been battling the police for the last 20+ years, it would be up to her to run the Oakland County Chapter of NAN. I told her that was fine, I never wanted to run anything, and only wanted someone to help me with my situation. Only she had seen my Facebook profile picture and felt that I would be competition, because her situation was so that looks and prowess was essential to be a part of this “organization”.

She and her players were all there. They had their meeting before the meeting and had decided on several issues. The first being that Sonjia would be president and four men stood up and said that was their wishes. A woman, I was suspicious if that was true or not, also stood up to support her. I just sat back and laughed to myself. I had seen this kind of behavior in the Baptist church 20 years before. I was kicked-off the serving committee at church in a secret meeting. One day there was a funeral, and I was informed that I no longer was a server, but a clean-up committee person. The head of the clean-up committee took me by the shoulders and whispered, “It’s okay, we get to have all the leftover food”. The Pastor, the reason I was kicked off, because I got to serve him, called me to him. Handing me his empty cup he asked for another cup of juice. I informed him that I couldn’t wait on him, because I was no longer a server. He simply replied, “Who told you that?” He practically placed the cup in my fist and order, “Girl, if you don’t get me some punch!”

It has always been that way with me and women. I am always nice to everyone, but they just don’t like me and feel threatened. It was an honor to serve our Pastor. I wasn’t allowed that honor, and the woman in charge of the servers had asked, in the secret meeting, “Who told her she could be on the serving committee.” Mrs. Arnett had taken up for me and had digressed but found that Ms. Jefferson was being mean. I had only started serving, because no one else was there to help. In fact, Ms. Liza was never at any of the events, funerals or afternoon services, but I was always there. But this was all about money now. Sonjia had a mortgage and a young daughter and no job. I’m sure she was tired of her “friends” and wanted a chance to get her own money. Everyone joining the group had to pay $25 to join.

I couldn’t stand it! She also sat and told Reverend Williams the President, William Davis, of the entire State of Michigan that she wasn’t going to spend all her time and money on starting the chapter and not be president. He just laughed and told her that they needed to elect committees before they started voting. Plus, he needed more members from Oakland County to participate, before electing officers. It’s not just a Southfield thing and all cities in Oakland County had to be represented. I left, because I saw where it was all going. I didn’t like her hug and I didn’t like her “people”. She was race baiting, along with the “other things” that she was doing to get control. I wrote to Pastor Charles Williams II, afterwards and he is so messy. Messy, just like I remembered the Baptist church being when I was placed on the clean-up committee. When I attended his meeting in Detroit yesterday, it was clear that there is an underline sexual content to his organization and women like me, didn’t get help, unless we could “come” for the male members.

Charles Williams II (left), Sam Riddle (center) and the President, William Davis of the Detroit Chapter (right, w/ hands in pocket)

In fact, the President, William Davis, of the Detroit Chapter told me just that. I asked for a ticket to the “MLK Brunch” on Monday January 21. He asked me if I had some money. I told him I did not. He then asked me, “Will you come?” Oblivious to the sexual tone of his question at the time, I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’ll come. I asked for a ticket, didn’t I?” Seeing my oblivion, he looked at me with an unkind face, and the Pastor pointed at me and said, “You can give her a ticket.” Davis, turned and walked away. I guess I’m not invited, unless I come or pay. Sonjia stood at a short distance pouting, like a child whose bike had been stolen. It’s not surprising the founder and leader is Al Sharpton was married at one time. Once he lost weight, he divorced his wife and got a younger woman. It trickles down from the top. Plus, his debacle with Tawana Bradley. I was weary about this group, because that was so shameful and he never quit.

I was looking for the address to National Action Network on Google. I got the number of this man named Thomas Brown. I asked him if he was a NAN representative. He told me, he was a member, but that some police had put his number on the internet as NAN. I talked to that man for three hours. He wouldn’t shut up! Then he got a call, took too long coming back and I hung up. He called me back with another man on the phone. Tommy that lives in Pontiac. We ended up talking for another hour. The other Tommy found it interesting that I didn't like the Reverend Charles Williams. I understand why, now. I don’t like him, because he plays church games. He had one of his members walk around the church, after the meeting, to warn them about me. I have no idea why. I just wrote to let him know that I don’t want anything to do with having sex with people for help. I’m not a whore. My mother never raised me to solve my problems with sex. I’d do day-work, if I needed help. My body is not a tool used for barter in any situation.

I know that Southfield has its problems, but coochie ain’t going to solve them. Plus, Southfield is 71% African-African. In the last election, the two contenders were both City Council members. Siver who won, was a long time resident. If the woman, who is Black, should have won by a landslide, if everyone in Southfield thought that Siver was a racist and out to displace Black people in Southfield. In the midterm elections, only 12% of the African-American Community voted. Instead of making flyers making Siver out as a racist, maybe they should organize a “Get Out and Vote” initiative for the elections in 2020. Because racism and race-based recruiting, promotion and propaganda is so obvious. It must make sense, however, and Simpson-Gardner’s platform is the same ole mess. Like I told Ms. Simpson-Gardner, the police know all about her. They aren’t threatened by her at all. They know how she picks it up and lays it down. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this drama I’m in. Since I’m not welcome to the brunch, I guess I’m not welcome in the organization, because my pants stay on and my knees stay clean…

This reminds me of my time at the Oakland County Jail. The attempts on my peace of mind, through harassment. I don’t prescribe to police, because I don’t know who to trust. For Gardner-Simpson to have had problems with the Southfield Police. I don’t understand her zeal for an organization that holds appreciation parties for the Police. The “Blue Wall” is real and it protects it own. I’m not sure what her motivation is, anymore!

Police Appreciation Flyer

I was handed this flyer, after the meeting at the Historical King Solomon Church in Detroit...

You adulterous men, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. -James 4:4