Vince Everett Ellison - 25 Lies: Exposing Democrats Most Dangerous, Seductive, Damnable, Destructive Lies and How to Refute Them

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25 Lies:

Exposing Democrats Most Dangerous, Seductive, Damnable, Destructive Lies and How to Refute Them

2022 by Vince Everett Ellison

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Contents

The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons .

Fyodor Dostoevsky

N othing in my life had prepared me for what I was about to experience. I was only twenty-six years old and had placed myself in harms way. I had voluntarily agreed to be locked in a cage with over one thousand criminals who wanted to kill me. I was to supervise 127 of them, mostly alone, for eight hours a day as a correctional officer at the Kirkland Correctional Institution in Columbia, South Carolina. It was the start of my postgraduate education.

I had graduated from the South Carolina Criminal Justice Academy, where I had been elected class president. If you want to survive, you better forget all of the academy sh#t was the first lesson I learned from officers and inmates alike. They were right.

When I first walked inside that prison, I was scared to death. This fear was a strange feeling because I was not afraid of conflict. I had been immersed in it my entire life while growing up in the hinterlands and backwoods of Haywood County, Tennessee, where your intelligence was prized second to your toughness. Sports and physical competition were a way of life. My brothers and I were raised among very tough, independent, and GOD-fearing people. But we were also well-versed in how to recognize, avoid, and confront an enemy. Haywood County, Tennessee, had been Klan country in my youth. By the time I was an adult, the Black men, not the FBI, had run the Ku Klux Klan out of Haywood County. These men trained me.

Remnants of the Klan were there and recognizable, but we did not fear them. They feared us. I was taught never to fear these men, and I never have.

I believed my toughness had been proven after playing football in high school and college. Id been involved in bits of roughhousing and a few serious fights in my youth. Nevertheless, nothing had prepared me for this intense experience.

In a prison, you dont just experience evilyou experience concentrated evil. At Kirkland, inmates were housed by classification through a given psychological profile. They were classified as either beta, meaning passive; gamma, meaning average; or alpha, meaning aggressive. My station post was dormitory B1, which housed the high alphas. Theses alpha inmates were the most violent and unpredictable in the prison. Why house all these violent inmates in the same dormitory? Prison officials believed that placed among the general prison population, alphas would victimize betas and gammas, but housed together, theyd cancel each other out. I, therefore, did not just experience concentrated evil daily. I experienced extra-concentrated evil daily. My job was to maintain security, custody, and control of unit B1.

Utterly intimidated during the first two days, I was afraid to conduct my rounds behind the wing gates where the inmates lived in the cells, and the inmates knew it. I was losing respect. I was losing control of the dormitory. My dorm keeper and trustee was a Nation of Islam Muslim named Elijah Muhammad II. After my second day, he decided to confront me regarding my passivity.

He said to me, Officer Ellison, you are gonna have to decide whether you want to do this job. Tomorrow you are gonna have to come in and take control of this dorm, or youre gonna get hurt or killed. He pointed at my badge and said, That badge doesnt just represent you. If one of these inmates bother you, that badge means every officer at this prison will stand with you. If thats not enough, add every officer in the state. If thats not enough, add every police officer. If thats not enough, add the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marine Corps. He continued by saying, It seems like everybody in this dorm knows that except you.

The next day I came to B1 on a mission. It was like the feeling I had right before covering the opening kickoff in a football game. I wanted to knock somebodys head off! I immediately got the chance.

I gave an inmate a direct order to move along and not loiter in the hallway. He was bigger than me and was an alpha. Of course, he refused, and I wanted him to refuse. I threw him down a flight of stairs, cuffed him, and threw him in his cell. I walked back upstairs and yelled, EVERYBODY OUT OF THE M@#$F#K%$^N HALLWAY!!! They all scattered. From that day until the day I left, I was the alpha.

This job in this prison taught me how to recognize and confront evil. Now I recognize it on sight. I was trained by the best people in law enforcement and by the best criminal minds. For hours a day, I looked into the eyes of vicious murderers, rapists, and drug kingpins. I closely observed them when they lied to me, when they tried to con me, when they tried to intimidate me, and when they wanted to kill me. I then had the opportunity to compare their visage with that of the average citizen, and the differences were striking. Ive always had a discerning spirit, but the education at Kirkland elevated it.

Nevertheless, my official duties did not demand that I separate myself from all compassion and the need to understand. These men were guilty of aggravated murder, serial murder, serial rape, burglary, and selling drugs. More than anything, they were extraordinarily violent and enjoyed being violent. Dostoevsky said, Nothing is easier to denounce than the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him. This prison soon became my social laboratory.

As I wrote in my previous book The Iron Triangle :

Most of these young men were my age, gender, and race. Nevertheless, they were in jail, and I was not. Why? Thirty years after the Civil Rights Movement I believed that Black Americans had overcome. I was wrong. Blacks had lost ground. South Carolina had three prisons in 1980. It had thirty by 2000. I discovered three criteria that most of those young Black me had in common. 1) Fatherless Home. 2) No High School Diploma. 3) Lived in Poverty. These criminals were not born. They were made.

Consequently, after almost fifty years, trillions of dollars, mammoth legislation, hundreds of marches, riots, and murder, nothing has changed Many can argue that things have gotten worse. AIDS, incarceration, crime, or family breakdown was not an issue in 1963. But they are huge problems today. A Time magazine article by Jack White in 1999 said Black men were an endangered species. The same article cites murder by another Black man as the number one cause of death between Black men aged fifteen to twenty-four This is all planned. I can say this with some certainty because these apocalyptic statistics predicting the destruction of Black America have been known for decades. The Heritage Foundation released statistics revealing that one in twelve or 8.5 percent of all Black men living in Washington, DC, will be murdered before their forty-fifth birthday.