John Lewis’ Final Crossing Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge

This morning, I got up to watch This Week With George Stephanopoulos, but instead, I had the good pleasure of witnessing US House Representative John Lewis’ final crossing of the Edmund Pettus Bridge.

If you missed it, you missed God’s salute to him.  

It started with the people.  As the horse drawn cart carrying Representative Lewis’ body neared the beginning of the bridge crossing, the people were yelling their love for him and praise for the work he’d done on their behalf.

But when that cart neared the top of the bridge, it got quiet.  You could no longer hear the people.  And then it started.  As a low buzzing that turned into a loud crescendo of katydids.

Click here to watch and LISTEN!

It was as if God was using them to say:

Well done!  My Good and faithful servant.

Black lives do matter to ALL of US (United States of America)

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
By
Eliza D. Ankum

 

Character Study Arabella Anderson

Arabella Anderson was born in Estelí, Nicaragua. 

Estelí was the scene of heavy fighting in the civil war against the Somoza government from 1978 to 1979. The city was heavily air-bombed by the regime’s National Guard, which reduced many of the city’s buildings to rubble. The human casualties were around 15,000; many of them were youths massacred on suspicion of being part of the insurrection.  Excerpt from Wikipedia

She was a lot like some of today’s young female immigrants caught between two worlds.

In Arabella’s case, she was caught between a man (Randall Crawford) she was obligated to for bringing her to the United States and giving her a new prosperous life and the man (Jared Anderson) she loved.

And even after she married Jared, Randall refused to let her go.  He initiated an affair by threatening to tell Jared that she was an illegal immigrant.  So, when she found herself pregnant, not knowing which of the two men had fathered her child, she was at a lost on how to resolve the situation.

Read more about Arabella Anderson in my new book, Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 3) on sale at Amazon.com/books.

By

Eliza D. Ankum

Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

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Powers Boothe aka Noah Daniels

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This morning I received some very bad news, Powers Boothe has died.

As many of you know, Powers Boothe figured centrally in my new ebook, ’24 – The Hunt For Red November,’ as Noah Daniels a role he made famous on the TV series 24.

I am so grateful that he allowed me in write him into the book.  I had dreams of seeing him come back to this role.  And I dearly regret that he did not get to read the final pages of the book.

Good bye Mr. Boothe and thank you so very much.  You were an inspiration for me.

Sincerely,

Eliza D. Ankum asa elizabooks

https://24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com

 

#Black Lives Matter

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Office Slager shooting Walter Scott

Back in 2005, when I still believed in justice, fairness, and the American Way, I made a speech in front of the Village of Maywood’s City Council during one of their Tuesday night meetings. In the meeting, I remarked that if they didn’t put a stop to the stalkers public humiliation of me that it would come back on them by way of their children. They looked at me as though I were some insane idiot who had wandered in off the street.

But what I meant by that was, if you let one group of people, The Stalkers, get away with doing and saying whatever they want in your streets, others, including your children, will learn to do the same. And they did.

The same holds true with the Zimmerman case. The not Guilty verdict in the George Zimmerman case gave a clear signal…

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How To Get Away With Murder

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Edward Stringer and Corey Ankum

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This morning, as a watched firefighters putting out a fire at the site of a house explosion on the south side, I had a flashback to December 22, 2010. That was the day Corey Ankum and Edward Stringer were killed while battling a fire in an abandon building.

Following is an article written by Maudlyne Ihejirika, Staff Reporter for the Chicago Sun Times.

Fallen firefighter’s brother: ‘He was doing his job’
Slowly, the cars pulled up outside the brick two-flat with the silver tinsel twined around outside bannisters — at the foot of which stood two Christmas penguins that should have heralded joy at the Chatham home of firefighter Corey Ankum.
But only a sadness — heavy as the footsteps of family and friends who trudged up the five stone steps, crying and hugging and holding each other in mourning — could be felt…

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Happy Thanksgiving

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                           Over the River and through the woods

elizabooks wishes to extended the happiest of Thanksgiving to all my readers, especially those who purchased an ebook during the past year.  Without your generosity, I would be nothing.     THANK YOU!!!!

elizabooks  (aka  Eliza D. Ankum)

Author of
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
My Stalking Blog
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
OneThreeThirteen – Master of the Day of Judgment
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Flight 404 Chapter 85

Chapter 85

The house slumbered a gray restless sleep of darkened hallways, leaky faucets, banging pipes, and appliances turning on and off.  Every sound Frank knew by hard.  It was the sound of the kitchen door closing that quicken his pulse.

Lester Schuster eased down the darkened hallway leading from the kitchen to the living room.  He’d let himself in through the garage where it connected to the kitchen.  Normally, it only took him a couple of minutes to get the door open but tonight he’d been a little more excited than usual and it had taken longer.  But he was in no hurry. 

He hadn’t bothered bringing a flashlight, he’d been in this house so many times he knew every inch of the way even in the dark. 

 As he looked around, he realized that Frank had changed nothing about the sad little house he’d fought so hard to keep.  He attended Frank’s day in court.  And Frank had been as blind to him as always.  It added an extra special thrill to the game knowing that he was going to kill Frank in his own home.

He knew without a shadow of doubt where Frank would be in the house.  The spare bedroom is where he usually slept.  That fool still couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom.  Too many bad memories.  Nothing like the sight of your wife screwing some another man, in your bed, to really mess up your head.    He almost felt a twinge of compassion for the poor bastard, because he too, knew what it felt like living with memories that haunted you.  “Well, after tonight old Frank won’t have to worry about that anymore.  After tonight, he’d sleep for a long, long time.

After a few minutes, in the hallway, he reached his goal.  He poised outside by the spare bedroom door and listened for any activity within.  Not that he expected any.  Frank didn’t have enough balls left to even bring that Black bitch home. She, was a sure bet. After all, she’d liked him enough to follow him around.  That should have been enough of a clue for even a dumb fuck like Frank.  If it were him, he would have jumped her bones during that first trip to New York, that is, if he had a liking for dark meat.

After a few minutes of listening, he was satisfied that there was no one else in the house.  He crept into the room, removed the forty-five he’d tucked into the back of his belt and aimed it at what he thought was Frank’s head and pulled the trigger.

POLICE! Put the gun down!  NOW!  Someone was shining a flashlight in his face.  PUT DOWN THE GUN!  NOW!  Cops were everywhere – screaming orders all at once.  PUT THE GUN DOWN!  There was nowhere to run.  He was surrounded.  Another policeman turned on the lights in the room.   HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!  GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES – ON YOUR KNEES!  He dropped the gun.  It made a hollow muffled sound on the carpet.  Strong arms were pulling him up and cuffing his hands behind his back.  Then one of those sons of bitches reached up and pulled his wig from his head.  Rage engulfed him.  He felt naked.  Betrayed by something he couldn’t control.  He struggled but there were two of them now, holding him firm.  He yelled, “put it back on, put my hair back on, you bastard.”

Detective Bradley Shaffer grabbed him by the jaw and put his face in Lester’s.

“You freak, let me show you what you shot.”  With that, he walked over to the bed and yanked back the blanket revealing a life size dummy.

“Thought you had him, didn’t you.  Well your killing days are over.”

“Frank, Margaret.  Get out here.”

We had hidden in the one room where, Frank said Rebecca would not look for us.  We’d hidden in the master bedroom.  I was glad she hadn’t peaked in, because if she had, she would have caught us engaged in some rather adult like behavior.  The gunshots had ended that.

By the time we exited the master bedroom, the Police had Rebecca surrounded and handcuffed.  She was struggling in vain to free herself.  Frank let go of my arm and walked over to Rebecca. 

“Why?”   Why kill all of those people to get even with us?”

“First of all, I’m not Rebecca, you idiot. My name is Lester.  Lester Schuster.  Get it right. And secondly, you’ve got it all backwards.  I was going to kill those other people anyway, because I knew I could.  You and your friends were the icing on the cake.

“Get him out of here, said Detective Bradley.”

“Sir, where do we put him,  ah-er  her?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a special place for that.  It’s called Hell!”

THE END