Blessed is that servant, whom his master when he comes, shall find watching.
AMEN
I WAS ALSO AROUND AGE 12, PRIOR TO THE "GRAVE MARKER" OF WAN**, I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN ABOUT, AN INCIDENT WENT DOWN OF THE ESCAPED PRISONER "DICK** CROCKETT", WHO WAS BROKEN OUT OF PRISON BY RON*** AND HIS DAD, BRU**. THE STORY STARTS SOMETHING LIKE THIS:
LET'S BEGIN WITH ME TELLING YOU HOW IT ALL STARTED. I HAD BEEN STUDYING AND STRESSING ENGLISH, AND WAS STRUGGLING, WHILST RON*** WAS DISAPPEARED WITH BRU** OVER IN CORNERS, OUTSIDE AND YONDER ALWAYS HUDDLED UP.
ONE EVENING, I CAME IN FROM SCHOOL AND WENT TO MY ROOM AND CRIED FOR 6 HOURS OVER MAKING A "D" GRADE, IN ENGLISH OF COURSE. I JUST COULDN'T FUNCTION IN SCHOOL IT SEEMED TO ME, OR AT LEAST SOMETIMES OR MORE OFTEN. THINGS, TIMES, I WITH ALL KNOWLEDGE GONE OF MY LIFE AS A SMALL CHILD, I HAD DIFFICULTIES.
RON*** AND HIS FATHER BRUCE TOOK OFF TOGETHER, AND I WAS AT HOME ALONE WITH CIN**. THEY WERE GONE FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS, IT WAS AFTER DARK WHEN THEY CAME STROLLING IN, SNICKERING.
I HAD BEEN IN MY ROOM THE WHOLE TIME, SO I KNEW NOT WHERE THEY HAD BEEN OR WHAT THEY HAD DONE, WORKING ON MY SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT.
BAM, COMES THE FBI IN. WANTING/LOOKING FOR "DIC*** CROCKETT". IT HAD BEEN SEVERAL WEEKS SINCE WE HAD BEEN TO THE PRISON TO VISIT HIM. HE WAS A COUSIN OF BRUCE'S. I HADN'T SEEN OR HEARD ANYTHING FROM HIM OR ABOUT HIM SINCE WE LEFT THE PRISON THAT DAY IN INDIANA.
THEY SEARCHED THE HOUSE, I STAYED SITTING ON MY BED, AND ONE CAME INTO MY BEDROOM. HE LOOKED AT ME AS I WAS SITTING THERE READING A BOOK FROM THE LIBRARY THAT I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT. THE FBI MAN AS HE WALKED IN, STOPPED AND LOOKED AT ME, AND SAID "WHERE IS HE?", I WAS LIKE "WHO?", AS HE ANSWERED, "DICKIE CROCKETT HE WALKED OVER AND LOOKED IN THE CLOSET AND THEN AT A CLOTHES BASKET FULL OF DIRTY CLOTHES I HAD SITTING AT THE END OF THE BED, AND SAID AS HE PICKED THE CLOTHES BASKET UP, "IS HE IN HERE", AND HE DUMPED ALL THE DIRTY CLOTHES OUT ONTO THE FLOOR. HE THEN TURNED AND WALKED OUT. I THOUGHT - "HOW IS A SIX-FOOT-MAN GOING TO BE IN A SMALL CLOTHES BASKET FULL OF DIRTY CLOTHES, PLUM TO THE RIM FULL", HE WENT ON TO SEARCH THE REST OF THE HOUSE WITH THE OTHER FBI AGENT THAT WAS WITH HIM.
THEY GAVE BRUCE HELL AS THEY INTERROGATED HIM. HE CONTINUALLY DENIED KNOWING HIS WHEREABOUTS, AND THEY LEFT WITH NOT SO FRIENDLY OF WORDS BEING EXCHANGED. AFTER THEY LEFT, BRUCE ORDERED ME TO TELL HIM EXACTLY WORD FOR WORD WHAT THEY HAD SAID AND DONE, WHEN THEY CAME INTO MY ROOM TO SEARCH. "I WANT TO KNOW EXACTLY EVERY DETAIL", BRUCE SAID.
IT WAS LATER, WE LEARNED HE HAD BEEN CAUGHT AT HIS GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE, ON TOP OF THE ROOF TRYING TO ESCAPE CAPTURE. HER NAME WAS JOANNE.
IT WAS ALSO THAT I LEARNED THAT RONNIE AND BRUCE WERE THE ONES THAT BROKE HIM OUT OF PRISON. THEY HAD GONE BY EARLIER AND PLANTED A GUN FOR HIM AND THEN WENT BACK AND PICKED HIM UP, RONNIE WAS ONLY ABOUT 9 YEARS OLD. RONNIE HAD DONE THE DRIVING WHILE BRUCE RODE SHOTGUN WITH A SHOTGUN, AND THEY PICKED "DICKIE CROCKETT" UP, HIM WITH HIS PISTOL THEY HAD PLANTED AND LEFT HID FOR HIM.
MY WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM FOSTER MOTHER/GUARDIAN'S HUSBAND BRU**, WHOM I GOT LEFT WITH WHEN SHE DIED WAS A REAL PIECE OF WORK. HE WAS RON***'S FATHER THOUGH. HE COULD PUT ON A SHOW IN FRONT OF PEOPLE AND BE SO DIFFERENT WHEN ALL LEFT AND WAS GONE. IT WAS LIKE JEKYLL AND HYDE, KINDA.
THERE WERE A COUPLE OF THINGS THAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT, STRANGELY.
ONE - WAS A POEM THAT SHOWED UP IN MY BEDROOM WHICH I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF BECAUSE THEY HAD NO RIGHT COMING INTO MY ROOM AND LEAVING IT THERE, IT WAS ALSO WHEN MY "RARE ANTIQUE WORLD STAMP COLLECTION BOOK" COME UP GONE, STOLEN, IT WAS WORTH MILLIONS. I NEVER KNEW WHO WROTE IT AND DON'T CARE, IT WAS HIGHLY PAID FOR, IS HOW I LOOK AT IT. COST ME MILLIONS, IT'S CALLED "PRISON WALLS". I PUT MY NAME ON IT FOR THAT ASSIGNMENT AND TURNED IT INTO THE SCHOOL FOR THE CLASS ASSIGNMENT, THE ONE I WAS HAVING TROUBLE WITH, ENGLISH. (SEE I BEGAN TO HAVE PROBLEMS AFTER 1974 IN SCHOOL, THAT I DON'T BELIEVE, - NO, I KNOW I NEVER HAD PROBLEMS IN BEFORE, ISSUES, MAJOR ISSUES).
TWO - THAT NEXT DAY, I WAS IN MY ROOM AGAIN, WHICH IS WHERE I STAYED, AND RON*** AND BRU** WERE ON THE FRONT PORCH, BRU** HOLLERED FOR ME "DEBBIE COME HERE". AS I WALKED OUT THE FRONT DOOR, I SAW AN ALLEY CAT I HAD BEEN FEEDING ON THE PORCH WITH THEM. AS I STEPPED ON OUT THE DOOR, RONNIE POURED - FROM A GASOLINE JUG, GASOLINE ONTO THE CAT AND BRUCE LIT IT ON FIRE. THE CAT TOOK OFF RUNNING, BLAZING ON FIRE IT WAS.
WE WERE ON THE FRONT PORCH, BUT WHEN THE CAT TOOK OFF - IT RAN OFF THE PORCH AND AROUND THE HOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HOUSE AND IT JUST SO HAPPENED THAT THE BACK DOOR WAS STANDING WIDE OPEN, CINDY WAS IN THE KITCHEN COOKING AND THERE AT THE BACK DOOR WAS THE LAUNDRY ROOM OFF OF THE KITCHEN.
WHEN THE BURNING CAT RAN INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM IT CAUGHT THE LAUNDRY ROOM ON FIRE, THEY WERE ALL PANICKING AND SHOOING THE CAT OUT AND PUTTING THE BLAZE OUT. I JUST STOOD THERE, STUNNED, AND IN SHOCK. THE CAT TOOK BACK OFF OUT THE BACK DOOR AND DISAPPEARED DOWN THE ALLEY.
I CRIED AND CRIED OVER THAT CAT. I HAD BEEN SECRETLY FEEDING IT. OR AT LEAST I THOUGHT IT WAS SECRETLY, I WOULD GO OUT WITH A BITE AND TAKE A CIGARETTE WITH ME AND SNEAK A SMOKE IN THE ALLEY AND FEED THAT CAT.
I SAW IT A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER, IT WOULDN'T COME NEAR ME, IT LOOKED PLUM AWFUL, PITIFUL, NO HAIR, BURNED, I DIDN'T SEE IT AGAIN ANYMORE AFTER THAT.
THIS WAS JUST ONE OF THE INCIDENCES IN MY LIFE AFTER MY WITNESS PROTECTION FOSTER MOTHER WANDA'S DEATH, OF TERRIBLE THINGS, THAT HAPPENED, THAT I COULD DO NOTHING ABOUT. I COULDN'T HELP THAT POOR ANIMAL, AND I GUESS A PART OF ME ALWAYS FELT RESPONSIBLE, THAT MAYBE IF I HADN'T BEEN FEEDING IT, MAYBE IT WOULDN'T OF BEEN DONE THAT WAY BY BRUCE AND RONNIE. I KNOW NOW THAT THE REASON WAS OVER WHAT I WITNESSED AT AGE 3 IN CANADA, THAT WOMAN BURNING HER HANDS & THAT CAT AT THAT HOUSE OF HORRORS I NICKNAMED "CHARM" (& ALSO WHEN I WENT TO HEAVEN & MET JESUS & GOD, THE FIRST TIME) WHEN THEY HAD ME HELD CAPTIVE, WHEN THEY KILLED DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING IN MEMPHIS TN, PRIOR TO TAKING ME TO CANADA: IT WAS BRU**'S WAY OF TRYING TO GET ME TO REMEMBER ALL THAT BECAUSE I WAS BLANKED (AMNESIA -INDUCED BY A DOCTOR) AFTER WAN**'S FUNERAL IN 1974, PRIOR TO DOROTHY COMING UP. I THINK, HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND RON***, GOING TO PRISON FOR HELPING A PRISONER ESCAPE AND RON*** BEING TAKEN OFF AND MOST LIKELY CHARGED AS WELL, AT LEAST TOOK AWAY FROM EVEN CIN**.
OH, THERE IS/WAS/IS SO MANY THINGS I DIDN'T TALK ABOUT, NOT EVEN AS AN ADULT. MANY MORE TALES TO TELL. TALES OF TRUTH. I AM NOT PERFECT, BUT I OWN IT, IT IS MY LIFE, AND I AM TELLING YOU, I AM TELLING TRUTHS. I KNEW WHAT I KNEW WHEN I KNEW IT, AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN I DIDN'T KNOW IT AND ONLY HAD "LOUSY LINGO" TO EXPLAIN ALL AND I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND SO MUCH OF IT, TILL I GOT TRUE MEMORY BACK OF AND NOT THE WORDS OF A ENRAGED GUARDIAN WHO HATED ME, GUESS MAYBE THAT IS WHY I DIDN'T TALK ABOUT A LOT OF THESE THINGS.
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I HAVE BEEN SAYING SINCE 1990, THAT I WANT A PATERNAL DNA TEST DONE, I AM NOT JOKING, I AM THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF UNITED STATES PRESIDENT JOHN/JACK F. KENNEDY. I KNEW DECADES BEFORE THAT I WASN'T BRUCE'S. I KNEW AS A YOUNG CHILD I WAS ONE OF THE "KENNEDYS", AND THAT MY FATHER HAD BEEN ASSASSINATED, THEN AFTER 1974, I STILL KNEW I WASN'T BRU**'S BUT THEN DIDN'T KNOW WHOSE AGAIN TILL 1990.
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO ME, IT WAS AND IS MY LIFE, MY TRUE LIFE STORY. THESE ARE NOT MADE-UP THINGS I AM TELLING YOU PEOPLE, MY STORIES ARE TRUTH. I OWN UP TO MY LIFE. THESE ARE RELEVANT FACTS, TRUE FACTS.
NOW, DON'T GET ME WRONG, I DO WRITE, I AM AN AMATEUR WRITER, AND I HAVE SOME THINGS UP ON HERE THAT I HAVE WRITTEN ALL BY MYSELF AND NOT JUST MY LIFE STORY STORIES, BUT ALSO POEMS TOO. THIS IS A FACTUAL SITE WHEN IT COMES TO MY LIFE, MY DETAILS, FACTS, RELEVANT FACTS, AND RELEVANT TRUTHS.
AND NO, I CAN NOT SAY WHO THE ACTUAL ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THE ORIGINAL "PRISON WALL" POEM IS/WAS, BUT IT IS MINE, I OWN IT, AND I WILL KEEP IT, IT HAS BEEN MINE SINCE THEN AND SHALL CONTINUE TO STAY SO. TILL WHEN I DIE, WELL THAT IS WHEN THEN MY KIDS CAN DO WHAT THEY WANT WITH IT, BUT I AM NOT DEAD, NOT IN OR WITH THIS NAME OR ANY OTHER NAME. SEE THAT SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT, THAT BOOK I READ, WAS ABOUT A YOUNG BOY, JAPAN AND GOING TO PRISON, AND IT AND I SHALL KEEP OUR STORY, IT AND I HAVE BEEN THRU A WHOLE LOT TOGETHER SINCE THEN.
HOW DARE THEY START HATING AND BLAMING ME AS A CHILD AND AS AN ADULT, AND CONTINUE IT ON FORWARD, ABUSING MY MEDICAL AND MY RIGHTS AS AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THEY HAVE WORKED WITH ALL/ANY TO CONTINUE THIS LIFELONG VENDETTA AGAINST ME, BECAUSE OF "REVERSE CLASSIFICATION' POSSIBLY. WHATEVER THE REASON, HAVE I GOT JUSTICE OF A.K.A. "GILBERT NERCARDO" FROM APRIL 25, 1992 YET, JUSTICE AND CLOSURE, NO I HAVE NOT, AND I CAN NOW IDENTIFY HIM, WHERE IS MY JUSTICE, FOR ALL I HAVE SUFFERED THRU. WHEN IT IS I, A SURVIVOR OF HORRIFIC TRAGEDIES THAT THEY ARE ALLOWING TO BE USED AND TARGETED. I AM NOT A THIEF, I HAVE NOT PROFITED FROM ANY WRITINGS, AS OF YET. I DO PLAN TO WRITE AND SELL MY LIFE STORY TO PUBLISH IN BOOKS AND FILMS.
THIS IS PART OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY STORY:
WRITTEN BY ME:
DEBORAH KIM BOUVIER-KENNEDY
A.K.A.
GUFFEY, GARNER, COLVER, HICKS, G-, C-, H-, B-, K-
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, ALL PUBLISHING AND USAGE RIGHTS RESERVED TO ME.
11/16/2021
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