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It said I was guilty of ordering thirty-nine checks from my trust in an amount in excess of five thousand dollars to be transferred across the state line…and here comes the zinger that every member of the Chamber of Commerce should pay attention to because the federal indictment which sent me to prison said that “I knew the funds were illegal.” So the government said in effect, that they were capable of reading my mind since I was never asked by either the FBI or the federal prosecutor, The Honorable James Lesousky.”

“Later after I was found guilty by a jury of my peers consisting of eleven (11) women and one (1) elderly black man who slept through-out the trial, the Court of Appeals remanded the case back to the Western District of Kentucky stating that nine (9) of the counts in the indictment were illegal and had it not been for the failure of my lawyers to specify as to Double Indemnity the case would have been thrown out.

Naturally you take what you get and the prospect that one-third of the sentence would be reduced by a district court judge who would have no way of altering the language handed down by this higher court.

I had much to learn as related to me by an old inmate at Marion Federal Prison who informed me that my sentence was to run concurrently on each of the bogus counts as a result of the multiplicous stacking of charges for the same identical statute.

At the trial I still did not ‘get it’…as a first timer, I was a babe in the woods, picked up at the camp by two armed guards in an old van at 6:30am, cuffed hand and feet with five other inmates, we made the four hour trip from Marion to Louisville in record time of Seventeen (17) hours without food, water or toilet break. Obviously, all the inmates pissed their pants, making the old van a randy place.

Who was not a victim at all but was a man whom the prosecutor had solicited to commit perjury in the hopes that he would get his money back which had been lost in another transaction and those funds stolen by international terrorist as defined by a French court in Nice. Am I correct so far?" Hamilton asked.

"Brilliant counselor, so the judge says to me I know that you are expecting a sentence reduction of twenty-three months and given the time you have spent in prison you would be due a get out of jail pass. "Here it comes I thought" But I have seen no change in your attitude, no remorse, no apologies for what you did to the lives of these victims and you have made only token payments to court cost and restitution, so I am not going to give you any reduction in time, instead I am going to give you a cash settlement in the amount of Fifty-four cents (54) per day for those twenty-two months and we will apply that cash first to court cost and then to restitution...of course I was stunned and my attorney appeared to want to leave...he said nothing...and I raised my hand...the judge acknowledged me and I said, Your honor I have been a model prisoner, have taken every course offered by the BOP, 1 have worked for nearly nothing and was nearly killed at Manchester I have been found guilty for something I did not do and the Court of Appeals has agreed that fully one-third of the charges are illegal and I ask this court to abide by the law and grant the sentence reduction.

Judge Heyburn denied the request and left the court."

"So you were devastated." Hamilton asked.

"Beyond words...I have never been so profoundly impacted by the cruelty of one human to another and in a way for the first time in my life I felt the pain which so many slaves felt by evil owners, impacting the mental well­ being, especially in the event of a family separation...after another three weeks in the county jail I was loaded on Con-Air and shipped to Oklahoma...and from there to Leavenworth." I said.

"Where was the prosecutor, sworn to uphold the law, broken by the cozy relationship between the client and Wyatt, Tarrant & Combs, two federal judges, a governor and Lt. Governor on the mast head of the firm." The old man asked no one in particular.

"Where were the predecessors of James Lesousky to bring fraud charges against these corporate giants, and this honorable law firm? He was no doubt visiting the same watering hole at The Pendenis Club, as was the predecessors of Judge John Heyburn II who conspired with Lesousky to railroad me." I half-yelled.

"Now cool down there Welby, I thought you had forgiven these evil purveyors of justice?" Hamilton said to me.

"It makes my skin crawl when I think of either one of them joining the prayer circle. I do not know of anyone who deserves to fry in hell more than these two practitioners of pain and suffering. Except for Kelly Hall, the President of Standard Investment & Credit Corp, that scum-bag who conspired to save his ass, paints his own wagon in red, white and blue." I said.

"You know under the law which convicted you, a wide swath of the Louisville community and beyond was guilty of fraud. Just think of it, all of the employees at the law firm who in any way touched the transaction where the illegal cash either came in or the payments were sent out of the law firm escrow: The lawyers, the secretaries, clerks, bookkeepers, accountants, the business manager and in the community there were the bank officers at Louisville Trust, Citizens Bank, Royal Bank of Louisville...all those executives were guilty of conspiracy.

Then the owners of the Marion E. Taylor building from whom the law firm rented space and paid from these ill-gotten gains, the printer, Westerfield-Bonte, the Courier Journal, and the list goes on and on." Hamilton said.

"Where does it stop?" I asked. "At what point does this legal tender cease to be contaminated?" I asked Hamilton.

"Under the theory of the government and your case is a perfect example… I would have to say never...how could the tenth generation beneficiary of this ill-gotten gain be less guilty than the second or third generation...do you see where I am going?" He asked.