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Five years old-1958

I started school, kindergarten five weeks after turning five. I still recall how terrified I was that morning. I had no idea how much pain my mom was in. The school I went to was on west Morris street, just east of Belmont. We would move in and out of this neighborhood dozens of times. Rhodes Park was a block away. It would be the location of the first Race riot I would be involved in latter at eight years old or so. I was pushed by a young black boy. I told my older cousin Leon. Who went over and beat him to a pulp. About an hour later, the park was loaded with young black men. They stormed the city park and pool area. I ran up the steps. Running for my life. I went to the back and climbed out on one of the water tanks and slid off, running to safety. This park the separating area between what was known as the Valley and the Hill areas.

After several moves, I finished kindergarten and the first grade. Lon failed the first grade. I went to the second grade when we were moved to Mr. Uncle Howard and aunt Margurite’s house and their son Ronnie. My first cousin. I was pushed back one year in school, putting Lonnie and me back in the same grade. This is when I would tell my class about the death of my younger brother only to have the entire level laugh about it. I was puzzled. We also were held up to ridicule when the free milk we had been receiving in our old school was not given at this new one. I went up for mine and was told to go sit down. I had not paid for the milk. The entire dining hall laughed. Uncle Howard worked at night. He followed an exact routine. He had 10 silver dollars on his dresser to show Lonnie and me how long his dick was. All while his son would molest us every day after school.

Lonnie got into trouble for the first time for showing his dick to a young girl next store. Aunt Margarete loved to use a switch to beat us with unreserved. We finally moved back to moms Only to be handed over to the Devil Herself. Larry _ Loretta Blankenship. Our new stepmom. Dad’s unique answer to his kid’s problems. Four boys would go to live with him. Four went to live with mom. Two went to mom’s mom and dad. The two oldest. The four youngest, all boys, to dad and Larry’s apt. On Collage over a grocery store. She gets her own chapter.


Public party of Indiana is a Political Party; "I," Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts out a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach brain where emotional memories are stored. Our first brian. I remember everything. Allowing me to never have to remember anything as it happens. Here goes. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM on Saturday morning. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. 3 minutes after My brother Who disappeared be for I was born 3 minutes later @ 6:33 AM August the 1st 1953. I was very healthy; he was a very sick baby (TTTS) needing a blood transfusion and incubator for 3 months. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also sad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval. Fast forward By the time I would finish 8th grade at 15 years old-10 years of schooling/2nd grade, done 2 times, I would go to 21-grade schools some more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 /6 times, adding up to over 2 years. Donnie Harold harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friend, I am not a Republican. But an Ex-Democrat. One that is for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -ultimately. Government is a privilege, not a right. We are the citizenry and permanent. The government is temporary. Not our rights of citizenship and our greater freedom as a human. Can you help us all? IT IS "I" Donnie Harold Harris Hello, Welcome home. It is I who shall point out the way to go. I am Donnie Harold Harris sent by the all might help with your transition to home. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 .M. As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris, on a sunny Saturday morning with Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. He was very sick, yet made it with the Help of an Africam American Lady that gave him a transfusion — saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have sense meet Gods and Demons on and of this plane of existence. I was purposely sent here for a mission of God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time for expression. I went to twenty-one-grade schools, Two High Schools, and four Universities. I would experience torcher beatings and piss- boarding torcher. I was the hate of the African American first hand. I would be Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out on my gut are rape by a cousin as a baby. A rape by a Catholic Preist at nine. Captured and forced rape by a military solider at 15 in the summer of 69. After the Priest rape, I would be lead down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to about 25 local and trafficked to Hollywood ca. for more. I became convinced that this was my calling until a Loud booming voice would change my direction on Hollywood Bouvard. In 1969 when the most famous movie star of the day, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969. He asked me a question I have to know about from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I was a shaggy run-a-way 15-year-old little boy.