William F. Hill - Where Is the Justice?

Copyright 2022 by William F. Hill

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CONTENTS

DEDICATION

I would like to dedicate this book to my family and to the many people who have been very kind to us and helped us through this mess. Also, I would like to dedicate it to the many honest, hardworking people in this country who are struggling to raise their families, get ahead, and make this world a better place to live. I would like for you to make up your own mind, and I would really like to hear from you, the reader, as to your thoughts and your honest opinion about where the justice lies here. You be the jury, which we never had, and we will anxiously await your decision.

PREFACE

I have always felt and thought that here in the United States, we have the greatest country in the world. It has always given me great pleasure to see honest hardworking people and who are willing to take risks to get ahead and succeed. I always felt that this was the way that America got to be great and that we all should be working hard to help improve our own lives and the lives of others by carrying on this great American tradition. As a result of being brought up with this kind of thinking, I have always been more than willing to go out of my way, as many others have, to try to help people succeed and obtain their goals, whether they were already well off or they had nothing but the will to get ahead. To see people succeed in their lifes goals and ambitions has always been very gratifying to me and given me a good feeling. Another thing that always gives me a good feeling is to see couples doing things as a family and with their children. To me this is what life is all about and should be about.

It seems that in the last thirty years or so, there have been a number of people who have showed up, especially in high places, who do not share the same philosophy of life that we were raised with. Many of the new thinking people seem to think that their calling in life is to destroy this system and the kind of life that we have known in this country for so many generations. They feel that it is their duty to keep people from reaching their goals. They dont want you and me to use our heads, our ingenuity, and hard work to get ahead. They want us to all to have to share our thoughts and ideas with them so that they can shoot them full of holes and make our life more difficult rather than easier and simpler. They are hell-bent to destroy any success genes that we are born with. Many of this new generation of do-gooders, as they are often called, seem to think that everybody should live on handouts and that anyone who is successful should be cut back down and not allowed to succeed without their input as this is not fair to the less fortunate in this country.

What they do not seem to realize or dont want to realize is that the people who are more successful probably do more to help the less fortunate than all the government and giveaway programs can ever hope to do. A successful person who has obtained his achievements through hard, honest work is usually willing to try to help others reach similar success. A person who is successful usually lives in a little better house. Many now think that this wrong, but that person probably pays several times the property taxes of someone living in a less expensive home. This will benefit everyone as this helps to educate their children and pay for many of the local services that people demand to day. If they hire people to help take care of their homes or properties, they are usually paid for with after tax dollars, and this creates jobs for the people doing the work. Isnt this sharing the wealth? Most successful people help create jobs either by expanding their own business or investing on other business. I think that in order to get people off welfare and off the government rolls, we need all the successful people that we can get in this country. The government has tried to run and control the way that we live and our destinies and look at the mess that they have created.

As someone once said, As government power grows, our security diminishes. The more power that the government obtains under the disguise of protecting people, the more we should fear the government, and the more the government is going to harass and torment innocent citizens. Most people can endure just about any kind of pain except the pain of injustice, which our own government has imposed on many Americans.

I have always considered myself very lucky in that I have been able to work hard and live the American dream and always felt that I was helping many others to do the same, and Im grateful to the many people who certainly have helped me. In the past six and a half years, this has all come to a halt. This book is about what has happened to me and my family, about banks and government.

Bill Hill

PO Box 15

Hardwick, Vermont 05843

CHAPTER 1

WHO IS BILL HILL

I was born sixty two years ago, in my parents house in Hardwick, Vermont, on April 15, 1935. Perhaps being born on April 15 was not the best omen. Both my parents had grown up on farms in the area. My fathers family had settled about six miles from here in Greensboro, over two hundred years ago. They had been pioneers, clearing the land, farming, and running sawmills and other small businesses. They suffered many hardships in order to survive in Northern Vermont.

To get here, they journeyed several hundred miles to Greensboro with all their cattle, horses, and belongings, from the mouth of the Connecticut River on Long Island Sound. They had to then clear the land, plant crops, cut hay for their livestock, build a house and barn, build fences, roads, and furniture, build a fireplace, and hunt and fish for their food. They had to cope with severe winters wild animals, disease, and the threat of Indian visits. There were no stores, doctors, or neighbors nearby, and roads were little more than rough and often muddy paths through deep woods. They later built a sawmill. Other trades that they took up were cobbler, cooper, innkeeper, blacksmith, farmers, carpenters, and operators of a gristmill and a sawmill. One of their mottos was Do your work so men wont curse you for it after you have gone.

In 1935, the year I was born, my father was getting established in the business of raising potatoes. As soon as I was five or six years old, I started carrying my dinner pail and going to the potato fields with him. While he would work in the potato fields, I would play near the edge of the field, in the woods, and around the toolshed. As I became older, I was able to help more. I always enjoyed being around my dad and working with him. Although we were potato farmers, most of our neighbors were dairy farmers. This was in the early 1940s. Most of the farmers didnt have tractors but did their work with horses and horse- drawn equipment. We, at that time, had a Farmall model F-12 steel-wheel tractor, which we later traded for a Farmall model H. Through July and August, we mostly sprayed the potato plants to protect them from blight, fungus, aphids, and potato bugs. This was the same time that the other farmers were cutting their hay, drying it, and getting it in the barn for winter feed. Anytime that it looked like rain or a storm coming, we would stop spraying as the rain would only wash the spray off the leaves, so it would be wasted. We would put the tractor and sprayer in the shed then look around to see who had hay down that was ready to go in the barn. Whenever it looked like rain, we always went to help any of our neighbors get their hay in before it got rained on. I liked just about everything about farming, so I always looked forward to this, plus I often got to drive the horses. It always made us feel good to know that we had been able to help our neighbors. A number of times, when someone got hurt or was sick, I remember going with my dad to milk their cows and do their chores for them. As I liked farming, I also enjoyed this very much, and it was a great satisfaction to know that you had helped someone.