iJackie vs the CPS

“The most scariest thing in the world is when the man facing you is standing there flat-footed taking careful aim.”  (Willie Nelson from the movie, “Barbarosa.” )

Our family went through the worst of times.  We went from the highest mountain to the lowest valley on a bobsled.  One day we were eating dinner in the Country Club and the next we were trying to justify ourselves to a bunch of poorly educated perverts in the Child Procurement Services, trying to defend the most basic fundamentals of the American Family.  We were under the silly idea that we lived in America.  We thought that all you had to do to get along was make money, raise your kids clean and safe and pay taxes. We were wrong!

Power corrupts, and absolute power absolutely corrupts.  People come in all shapes and sizes, and all different backgrounds, ambitions, and dreams.  Ours was simple.  We had been in country music for 42 years.  We had some success, and in fact purchased homes with our success.  Five of them.  Three in Georgetown, Texas in Berry Creek, all situated on a golf course so we could have different views for different seasons.  The main house was known as the “Chrismas House,” because we had a 16 foot tree that went up every year.  Jackie called it, “The Christmas Tree from hell.” We had parties on the porch and the neighbors would come over and enjoy the free concerts.  Jackie would play piano at the club, and all the old people enjoyed it.  Our children, and grandchildren were all members of the country club and all played golf (yes even the babies, they had a golf pro.) 

When Lorena Flournoy came into our main home all of this made her mad!  This rag-a-muffin, high school educated, illiterate “Case Worker” couldn’t STAND anyone enjoying success and life and by GOD she was going to put an end to it. She just KNEW we had to be drug traffickers, because where SHE grew up the only people SHE knew who weren’t on welfare sold crack!  The cup of coffee in a china cup, the rose smells throughout the house, in fact the detective sleeping upstairs after a get-together made her no difference at all, she had, “Reason To Believe!”  And, it was all about the children.

Now the children were upstairs, in the media room, watching Sponge Bob on a huge Plasma TV. They had their own cold drinks and a sandwich bar, but that didn’t matter to Lorena.  She was more concerned with Jackie smoking a morning cigarette on her porch while she had coffee and watched the golfers go by.

All families have a black sheep, and sadly, we did too. My son, Timmy was (and is) a drug addict.  The huge amount of money generated by our efforts afforded him the opportunity to steal from us and keep up his cocaine habit.  Yes, in a family in the entertainment business, with some measure of success in music and real estate we had a coke freak in the midst. (Duh!) He rarely even came around to see his wife (Jackie) or any of his children, and eventually after a Herculean effort to rehab him we gave up and sent him to live in Killeen with his kind. Jackie was so disgusted she told me, “When they find him cremate the body and do NOT send it to Berry Creek!”  This girl crawled out of a dumpster in Detroit and into a limo in Austin. She was as conservative Republican as you can get without living at the White House! Lorena simply could NOT understand that!  They wanted Jackie to take classes on parenting, and Jackie resented that. Because of my son, Micheal’s affiliation with Police, CIA, and anti-terrorist organizations, (he was at the Fort Hood massacre) and my Son Wilbur (Master Chief Wilbur Witt USN) we were covered UP with police officers, detectives, and constables all the time. Jackie was such a “bad motherf” and hostess that these men would bring their wives, girlfriends and CHILDREN to our house and when they went to H. E. B. to get items the usual statement was, “Jackie, you got the kids?” and the answer was always, “Yes!”  She painted flowers on their finger nails, played jax with them on the floor, made Mexican Lasagna (yes there is such a thing) and even counseled  the young ladies on life, and how to avoid pitfalls. 

But that wasn’t GOOD enough for Lorena!  Jackie had to take “parenting” classes.  Then she had to submit to mental tests, then drug tests, and finally go to a mental hospital.  And yes, she got a little bit disturbed at the CPS.  She said to think of murder is as big a sin as killing itself, but she also quoted Mark Twain, “I have never killed a man, but I have read a good deal of obituaries with a great deal of satisfaction!” 

And Lorena hated Jackie’s films.  Early on Jackie did her “iJackie” series on YouTube.  YouTube was in its early days.  There was no money involved, but she told her story of coming from Detroit and working to secure her first child’s safety and future. Her candor, and sense of humor struck a chord with teenage girls all across the country and her views quickly went into the 1,000’s! Jackie was never impressed by this.  She was a musician.  She played piano, and her father had taught her to mix sound of a 32 track mixing board at the age of 5!  Later she moved away from the series and as YouTube began to pay for advertisements she developed music videos, and comedy.  Her persona was very “California.”  Fun loving girl who enjoyed life and hurt no one. Her typical joke would be, “How is iJackie not like a light bulb?  You can Unscrew a lightbulb!”  

Lorena took Jackie’s on-screen persona as life!  No amount of meeting with Jacqueline would make iJackie  go away.  Jackie could serve her French Toast and coffee and all the CPS Case Worker could ask about was if it was a joint in her hand during this scene or that scene, and when I protested Lorena casually wrote, “Grandfather is aggressive and should not be around children,” in her notes.

Well, to make a long story short, we took the hit.  Because Jackie was a “crack whore” and I was the “aggressive father of her children,” the CPS insisted in order to save the children from all of this I had to divorce my wife of thirty years and not be around, “for the good of the children!”  We hurt for a while.  But now we stand up. They can’t hurt us anymore.  We are going to move on!  We are going to make the CPS sorry they ever HEARD of us, and Jackie will smoke a cigarette over every ONE of their graves someday! 

Never lose heart, friends.  Never give up.  If you lie down they win.  Don’t let them win.  My daughter in law, indeed my beloved DAUGHTER, Jacqueline Witt is my hero!  I have never, and will never admire anyone as much as I do this 5’2” pile of self-will and determination.  No human being has ever been through what she has been through, and I am not worthy to wipe her feet!  She stands as an inspiration to all the women of Texas.  She stands as a model for every mother who weeps for her kidnapped children. 

Someday Jackie will see her kids again.  Someday she will load them all on a golf cart and take them out around the course.  Someday Lorena Flournoy will drown in her own vomit.  And on that day Jackie will simply come home, and be what she was all along. . . a mother!

God Bless the Republic of Texas!