In a few days it will be 18 years that I have sat on this fact the world must know about. My cousin Charles Lee Moore New York Times best seller, Powerful Days. Charles Lee and I had many conversations about his work during the civil rights movement in the 60’s. He was a photo journalist for Time Magazine and it was his Photography that open the world’s eyes to the struggles in the dirty South.
This is a faded fax I received from Charles the day of this important and long telephone conversation. I had many conversations with him, this one was a ” family secret” until now.
I didn’t know that there was a name for what I was going through. I now know it’s organized gang Stalking. I asked Charles Lee what was going on in or family. He explained in detail. Several of those Several are not in recorded history. I am a victim of law enforcement ran gang stalking
I have been drugged, raped, and left for dead more than once. Law Enforcement has never investigated a single complaint and that continues even today.
Charles told me to turn to the page in his book to this image. The ” police ” dogs used by the Birmingham Alabama police department were not the Birmingham police departments dogs. All German shepherds look alike and no one ever questioned why the dogs were so vicious only to black people. This is” wasn’t in the book” Charles Lee said for obvious reasons. He said the dogs were borrowed from my great uncle Fred Moore Jr. a high ranking Klansman in Bessemer Alabama. My dad was named after him as well as my brother, his name Fred Wallace Moore Jr. Then Governor George C. Wallace was a distance kin, his name carried over to my dad and brother. Bull Connor was best friends with uncle Fred.
Bull Connor in preparation for the peaceful protest in Birmingham wanted to make sure that he could make a point! Uncle Fred’s dogs were trained to attack black people. I rember as a child seeing the dogs at uncle Fred and aunt Clair’s house and I was terrified of them. I rember Uncle Fred boasting about his ” nigger killers” when speaking about the dogs. I was 4 or 5 years old.
It was the Journalist work of Charles Lee that split our family into. At one of my aunt’s funerals Fred Jr. Made a big scene because Charles Lee and his family were there as well. Fred Jr. Said they were nothing but sorry nigger lovers and he didn’t want to be under the same roof with them.
My dad pictured above confirmed the story. My dad nor Mother ever utterd a racist word. This was never talked about growing up.
In 1982 my brother was picked up by the Muscle Shoals Alabama police department. They claimed he was passed out drunk inside a telephone booth at Arnold’s truck stop. He was 18 I had been with him all day that day and neither one of us were drinking or even thinking about it. I loved my big brother, my only brother. It was the best day of my life, I’ll never forget it. The next day we got the news. My brother was found dead in his cell from apparently hanging himself with my best short I had let him borrow. I was still sleeping and I could here my daddy wailing and crying. I’d never seen my dad shed a tear. He played 5 years of college football and 5 for the Chargers and had to retire due to a back injury. He was as tuff ass any man comes and no one ever dare cross him. I knew from what I heard that something horrible had happened. My bedroom door opened and I immediately covered my head with my pillow, I didn’t want to hear what I was about to hear. My dad sat down on my bed and put his big hand on me barley able to speak he said ” Wally is gone” . Everyone’s life changed that very moment. My mother was remarried and working with a church group building a church in Virginia. God bless her soul she had to make that long drive back to bury her son, my big brother.
Muscle Shoals Police department lied and it would have been impossible for him to have hung himself. He was 6’4″ tall the top of the cell bar was 6″. There are many other disturbing details of my brothers death, I won’t go into right now.
Birmingham police department never wanted this story to be told. And since my birth I was marked and everything has been done to keep the work of Charles Lee, going. Law Enforcement targeted my brother thinking he would be next in line, maybe he was but it all fell on me.
It’s my blood line that represents Hate as well as Love and Justice. As for me, I fall on the Love and Just side, which makes me a very bad person apparently!
I can speak on gang stalking with absolute authority. I can speak on racism with authority. I saw it all with my own eyes!
This by far has been the most emotional and heat wrenching thing I’ve ever talked about. As I write this, Im soaked with my own tears I’m soaked with my brothers tears and I’m soaked with the tears of so many that had no voice and we’re killed for being the wrong color. I can’t right all the wrongs. But I can fight and fight I shall!
Organized tax payer funded Community policing has made me unemployable. They have all but destroyed my life. I struggle to provide for myself, yet I fight as if money is no object. Birmingham Alabama Police department and Muscle Shoals Alabama Police department and Now Law enforcement in North Mississippi. This is your legacy of hate and murder! You never wanted the real story but by God you got it now, so live with it!