The Sampson Rule
How can I, as a trained medical professional, remain a bystander, and be content to keep silent against every principle I practice by? Yet, truth is stilled suppressed. This is the ethical dilemma I and many of my clinical research colleagues in the health care clinical profession face each day and night when we are the individuals who know the most about our particular clients and patients. ~ Michael Tombs
Prince Street
Attempted murder. The two shooting victims in wheelchairs accusing Theodore were quietly speaking with several assistant prosecutors in the courtroom and reviewing the police report, whose recommendations to the court was immediate psychiatric treatment and life imprisonment for the young teenager Theodore Poland. At that moment, Theodore thought to himself, “I’m never getting out of prison.”
Michael Tombs is very careful not to isolate the world of ideas, ideology, and innovation. After all, it has simply come to that in the secret world of new ideas that Michael Tombs lives in. History seems to imply that Michael Tombs had no real life before he became a member of the Black Youth Organization or connection to the scientific breakthrough Cris-Tut-Vital Study Program. At first, Michael Tombs believed it was only a theory; however, Dr. Lateef Jamal, a native of Zimbabwe, secured lucrative intellectual property rights as a visiting professor at the St. Thomas Institute of Technology. With it, Tombs realized that production would rise and that there would be a demand for workers in the African nation of Zimbabwe.
Zenobia
The government of Kenya is no longer considered a third world nation. Kenya is now a major trading partner of South Africa, Israel, Brazil, Mexico, Germany, India, and China. Suddenly, Dr. Cameron unravels a grassroots plot to take over Franklin Technologies, Kenya’s largest employer. Dr. Plazinski exposes the terrorism conspiracy of several African tribal chiefs. Their target—Franklin Technologies.
“The supreme hour had finally come. They held us in check with an inferior force. They do not die for America, and certainly not for us. It is time for Kenya to join the discussion about something higher. Could a man or a woman comprehend the whole and return to the struggle? Here is where treason began, and this is where it is going to end. I realize it is very uncomfortable. However, there must be an opposition party in a free country, law or no law, constitution or no constitution.”
Abdullah Sawab
Early Monday morning on September 18, back in the day, Aku was extremely angry and upset because of the murder of Uncle Freddie in South Carolina. What prompted his anger was that the killer’s hideout was known by young Rudy and his family, who lived in Columbia at the time. Aku wanted “this piece of shit permanently horizontal” and put in the ground. As soon as Michael Tombs arrived at Aku’s after-hours club, the go-go girls were on the stage, working the poles and dancing. The setup girls had the tricks in the club, singing Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy.” The club’s customers were buying drinks and enjoying the R&B music. Dice games, movies, and card games were available in the casino. Tombs suggested to Aku as they sat down in the VIP private room, “We should go down to Columbia, South Carolina, and pay young Rudy’s family a visit over the weekend.” Aku calmed down once Michael Tombs arrived on Monday night. “We smoked some Acapulco gold in his office, and I suggested that we should get this matter cleared up immediately.”
The Arabian
It is 5:00 a.m. Monday morning in the conference room of the Franklin Technologies St. John, United States Virgin Islands headquarters. General James Phillips just arrived to brief Michael Tombs on the top secret conference in the Middle East with Michael Tombs and the Saudi group in the Saudi Arabian city of Majid on Thursday.
Tombs says, “Good morning, General Phillips, what time are we expected to arrive in Majid?”
General Phillips says, “The Saudi group requests your arrival whenever you wish to arrive, however, you could always fly by way of Namibia into Majid the night before.”
Tombs says, “Great, my security team will only be in His Majesty’s convention center for only an eight-hour initial meeting. I want you and my entire security team to schedule a conference flight immediately to China, Hong Kong, and on to India and Mongolia for the Franklin Technologies scientific cultural convention. As you know, the host countries have sent me an invitation for an expert updated briefing on the steady progress of the Cris-Tut Vital Study placebo program according to their recently published scientific journal. Dr. Cameron informs me that the Chinese high command and their pro-scientific community are considering expanding a Cris-Tut Vital Study placebo treatment center into North Korea, and India’s high command and their pro-scientific community are considering expanding a Cris-Tut Vital Study placebo treatment center into the mountain region of western Pakistan. Each host country will meet you all at their VIP reception dinners.”
Diary of the Warden’s Daughters
September 29, 2005, was a great day for Warden Edgar J. Kassel. He was known as one of the elite federal wardens in the United States Bureau of Prisons. That day was a bitter-sweet challenge as he arrived at the brand-new federal penitentiary in Jamesburg, New Jersey, as the chief administrator of the prison. The funeral of his best friend, Reverend Ronald F. Barfield, was on that day, and Warden Kassel is completing last-minute staff reports before leaving his prison office to attend his best friend’s funeral.
One month ago, in August 2005, Warden Kassel received an anonymous e-mail, calling Reverend Ronald F. Barfield “the most dangerous political enemy of the Black Youth Organization in America and in the world.” The e-mail read, “He is either a stooge or a traitor.” Warden Edgar J. Kassel feared that Reverend Barfield’s enemies were threatened because Reverend Barfield requested that the United States Justice Department should open an FBI investigation into the Black Youth Organization in reference to federal mail fraud. As Warden Kassel left his office on his way to the prison parking lot, he passed several low-level security prison inmates as he approached his car. As he entered his car and placed the key in the ignition, his car immediately exploded, killing three low-level security prison inmates and seriously wounding several low-level security prison inmates. However, Warden Kassel’s body was completely pulverized and burned beyond recognition. The only evidence recovered was Reverend Barfield’s obituary, identified as part of Warden Kassel’s burned suit jacket.
Serving the Murder Warrant
According to Michael Tombs, “To prove murder, you have to prove intent. And you must prove intent not by the laws of today but by the laws of the time.” The collapse of the economic, financial, and political structure in the North African and the Middle Eastern nations of Libya, Iraq, and Syria came to an abrupt silent void of no top-down communication within the local governments and their national leadership. In societies where human rights are ignored, in my opinion, the first institutions to be dismantled in an internal civil war, in my professional opinion, usually are the local jails, followed by the regional penitentiaries, and finally all of the national prisons. According to the Black Youth Organization, “City after city in Libya, Iraq, and Syria experienced internal civil wars and violent prison escapes. The local terrorist’s suicide bomber leaders in these nations organized a modern, well-armed military of escaped prisoners into a terrorist army that, through military force, captured and occupied very large areas of land in many parts of Libya, Iraq, and Syria. The major terrorist who emerged as the leader of this rebel terrorist’s modern military army of ex-prisoners is identified by intelligence sources in the Black Youth Organization to be Zawahiri Abu Bakr.”
The Other Side of Lumumba
Amiri Baraka is, in my opinion, a literary genius: He knew how to write, but he knew it so well that he could make a world of it. Certainly Baraka’s ideas prevail within the American literary community, however, from Amiri Baraka comes my contemporary emphasis on revolution and its power to mobilize a student’s struggles through liberation. Much of my observations of Baraka have to do with who Baraka is as an African American raised in Newark rather than urban. He was born in Newark, NJ and moved to Harlem East coast rather than west coast and he did not display, during our early years together, the dark complexity of Negro intellectuals in the Newark student protest of 1968. Baraka became a university professor, international published scholar, with many books and more than one hundred articles to his credit. It is my pleasure to encounter him again, to have access once more to his writings.” ~ Michael Tombs
The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken answers all the questions Newarkers have about the city’s past. No one regrets more than the author the need to squeeze 50 years of his life into eight chapters. For those who note omissions, especially in the 21st century, he must say the story is still being written. For those Newarkers whose research, remembrances, and interpretations of the past 40 years differ from his, such is the difficulty of recording what is freshly remembered. His goal has been to present a balanced, fair portrait of my birthplace in the Renaissance City. To be sure, there were times when dominant personalities forged to the front and assumed roles of responsibility and leadership; these individuals have been recognized.
Roberto Duran
As before mentioned, I was certain that I was formally introduced to Roberto Duran when I was seven years old during my tumultuous early years. He was an insatiable young boy with a very wonderful sense of humor very similar to my own during our early development. I soon discovered that his father, Antonio Duran, passed his DNA personality trait on down to Roberto. For example, whenever Roberto would give me a hug or shake my hand, he seemed to have the power to immediately take control of my mind, and this would continue no matter how far away from each other we were. That very same conviction sustained me in my early years in Newark, including Manhattan, and guided me, as a young man, at any price, and by any means to always be forever suspicious of deceit, betrayal, and falsehood in the unseen world.