Overall Disposition: Reason-to-believe

Over the week-end I was thinking about CPS and the manner in which they determine RTB. I was thinking about the 211 Texas children who died violent deaths in 2012. Of those 114 had prior CPS involvement. CPS failed 54% of these children.

I was thinking about burden of proof and how before 1999, Texas used the old  "some credible evidence." Which in most states is enough to  "substantiate", even if there is more evidence of innocence. But in 1999, Texas adopted "Preponderance of the Evidence" which must meet the 51/49% Rule.

At 54%, the PoE shows that for the allegation that CPS failed to protect 114 children should be RTB. Thus using §700.511(b)(1), the Overall Disposition is Reason-to-believe. No matter how much showing otherwise, using their standards. CPS overall, failed. RTB for all.

This is what they do with families. They come out for some BS allegation, but find some little something to get a RTB, which then automatically creates an overall disposition of RTB. This is how they pin bad allegations on  families.

Sadly, after 14 years, many investigators appear to be still using the old standard. As a result many children are put needlessly into the CPS system. In Texas it is roughly 39,000 children per year. 

 Which resulted in the following rule.

RULE §700.511

(a) Allegation dispositions. An allegation disposition is the finding made in the investigation about each individual allegation of abuse/neglect which was identified at intake or during the investigation.

  (1) Reason-to-believe. Based on a preponderance of the evidence, staff conclude that abuse or neglect has occurred.

  (2) Ruled-out. Staff determine, based on available information, that it is reasonable to conclude that the abuse or neglect has not occurred.

  (3) Unable to complete. Staff could not draw a conclusion whether alleged abuse or neglect occurred, because the family:

    (A) could not be located to begin the investigation or moved and could not be located to finish the investigation; or

    (B) was unwilling to cooperate with the investigation.

  (4) Unable-to-determine. Staff conclude that none of the dispositions specified in paragraphs (1) - (3) of this subsection is appropriate.

  (5) Administrative closure. Information received after a case was assigned for investigation reveals that continued Child Protective Services intervention is unwarranted as outlined in §700.507 of this title (relating to Investigation Interviews).

(b) Overall disposition. The overall investigation disposition is the summary finding about the abuse or neglect that was investigated. The overall disposition is derived from the individual allegation dispositions in the following manner:

  (1) Reason-to-believe. If any allegation disposition is "reason-to-believe," the overall case disposition is "reason-to-believe."

  (2) Ruled out. If all allegation dispositions are "ruled out," the overall case disposition is "ruled out."

  (3) Unable to complete. If any allegation disposition is "unable to complete" and no allegation disposition is "reason-to-believe" or "unable to determine," the overall investigation disposition is "unable to complete."

  (4) Unable to determine. If any allegation disposition is "unable to determine" and no allegation disposition is "reason to believe," the overall case disposition is "unable to determine."

  (5) Administrative closure. Decisions with regard to administrative closure are made at the case level as specified in §700.507 of this title (relating to Investigation Interviews). Therefore, all allegations must be disposed of by indicating that administrative closure has been selected. If any one allegation meets criteria for allegation dispositions as specified in paragraphs (1) - (4) of this subsection, a case is not eligible for administrative closure.

 

Due Process... Think About It.

Suppose, when he was attorney general, John Ashcroft had proposed anti-terrorism legislation with the following provisions:

Special anti-terrorism police could search any home without a warrant – and
strip search any occupant -- based solely on an anonymous telephone tip. Any occupant of  the home could be detained for 24 hours to two weeks without so much as a hearing – and they’ll probably be detained far longer because, in the special anti-terrorism court set up by this legislation, all the judges are afraid to look soft on “terrorists.” 

At that first hearing the detainees may – or may not – get a lawyer just before the hearing begins, and they almost never get effective counsel. 

At almost every stage, the standard of proof is not “beyond a reasonable doubt” or even “clear and convincing” but merely “preponderance of the evidence,” the lowest standard in American jurisprudence, the same one used to determine which insurance company pays for a fender-bender. 

And in most states, all the hearings and all the records are secret. 

Had Ashcroft proposed such legislation, civil libertarians would have been in an uproar. Yet this is, in fact, the law governing child welfare. And sadly, many who in other circumstances are quick to defend civil liberties either stand silent or support it. 

The National Coalition for Child Protection Reform believes the only way truly to protect children is to demand civil liberties without exception. There can be no true child protection when a government agency is given virtually unchecked power, almost no accountability, and operates in secret. 

That is why enacting meaningful due process protections for families is at least as important as improving the “services” they receive from child welfare agencies. 


The preceding text was taken from a NCCPR report.

CIVIL LIBERTIES WITHOUT EXCEPTION

Trial Before A Family Court

The evidence is gathered. It began with an accusation from a vague report that a child was being harmed in some way. There was no physical evidence, only a report of some kind of mental abuse. The twelve year old girl was of a group of girls. She, and others began to have seizures, crying out, and an anonymous report was made to the government authority that would investigate.

An investigator was sent to compile the report. The little girl told the investigator that a baby sitter had mentally tortured her. The abuse had led her to become very disturbed. She began to black out, have hallucinations, and could barely hold anything on her stomach. She was sent by the investigators to a doctor, who, after a thorough examination, concluded that, even though there were no outward sings of abuse, the abuse was indeed of the mind, and the doctor had good reason to believe that the baby sitter had indeed performed some type of abuse on the child.

The parents, of course, had great concern, and fully cooperated with the investigation. After all, it was they who had first noticed the problem with the girl. Upon interview, the little girl named some of her friends, who had also been cared for by the baby sitter, and they, too, had developed various stages of mental issues, which upon seeing the baby sitter, would manifest in hysteria.

The parents of all these girls were appalled. The baby sitter was.brought up on charges of child abuse of the most base type. In court the girls would describe games that she would play with them, and even during testimony they would become distraught.

The government investigators reasoned now that if this baby sitter, indeed, all the baby sitters in the employ of the agency, could be doing this form of child abuse, then how could the parents not notice this for so long a period of time. It was decided to question the parents also. The evidence was clear. Most of the parents were simply too wrapped up in their lives to attend to the welfare of their own children, and this very fact led to this massive amount of abuse at the hands of this group of trusted caretakers.

In closed court, with no jury several of the parents were brought up. While there was no actual physical evidence to support the allegations, the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming, combined with the Doctor's report of the mental state of the children, and the investigator's reasons to believe that something sinister was at hand here.

After the hearing the initial little girl was removed by the court and placed in the care of the government. The parents' lifestyle was seemed to be just too unorthodox and they should not be trusted with a child, not even their own! There was no reprieve. There was no defense. The judge's decision was final. It would later be revealed that this judge was a protege of a certain councilman who had an interest in the holdings of the parents of the first little girl. The judge fully understood that an unfavorable ruling against them would earn him the political gratitude of the councilman, which would quickly translate into votes come next election, and assure the judge of a continued tenure of office. Of course the ruling would lead to the public and financial ruin of the family, forcing them to sell their holdings at a reduced rate with the councilman more than willing to pick up at mere pennies on the dollar.

Before the investigation was over more baby sitters were brought up on charges, with the children's stories becoming more and more detailed until some of the baby sitters were actually brought up on criminal charges, and more than a few of the children were removed from their homes.

I know you think I am talking about the CPS. I apologize for misleading you. I was describing the Salem witchcraft trials. Now, do you understand? Do you FINALLY understand?
 ---Wilbur Witt

The Story Behind "Traveling Shoes"

Our story is a familiar one. The only thing that makes it stand out is that the CPS perpetrated their crimes against someone who had the power to fight back in the media. My daughter in law, Jackie, had been with our family off and on since birth. She was born in Nashville, into a family very much in the music industry, and moved to Detroit during the advent of Rap and the Kid Rock boom. Off and on she would come to Austin to spend holidays with us. She was a joy. She played piano, wrote music, watched everyone's children, and was beautiful. As thing would have it she got pregnant at seventeen. She made the decision to make a permanent move to Austin because she liked the weather, the music scene, and the big house on the golf course.

Accepting her into the family, even in her condition, was not a difficult choice. In fact, we were overjoyed that she was having a baby, a GIRL, and set up an elaborate room for her and the new member with all the best accommodations. She had an aunt in Fort Worth who didn't like Jackie's father because he was in the music business, and although he always had been successful, she considered him "low" and "base." He was also an atheist, which rubbed his family's Lutheran roots the wrong way. When the aunt found out Jackie was pregnant she didn't think her young niece should ever have a child. On her way down to Austin Jackie stopped in Fort Worth and was detained for some time as the aunt, along with other family tried to convince her to give the child up for adoption, even forcing her to sign papers to that effect by taking her bed away and forcing her to pray for one hour each night "for her sins."Jackie finally called her father in Detroit, who drove down and brought her the rest of the way to Austin.

When she arrived, like I said, we were very happy. Jackie began to relax, but eventually told us the story of the events in Fort Worth. She had firmly decided to keep her child, and after we assured her that she was "home" now she was overjoyed that the child would be raised in Berry Creek. As a matter of fact, one day after Lydia Rose was born she was entered into the records as a member of the Berry Creek Country Club with a full golf membership! 

But we had a dilemma. Jackie had signed some kind of adoption agreement with her aunt in Fort Worth. She didn't know if it was with a lawyer, the state, or just some paper her aunt had drawn up on a computer. Jackie's dad didn't think it would hold water but our lawyers told us it might be "troublesome." the lawyers told us that Jackie being a minor may confuse the issue in court and that family courts were famous for arbitrarily removing such children even at birth. We asked about emancipation, a legal device making Jackie an independent adult. The lawyers told us such a motion would have to be put on the docket, and the child would be born long before the case ever came up for review. But there was another option. If jackie were to marry she would automatically be emancipated by virtue of her marital status.

Jackie understood the law but she did not want to marry someone and possibly lose that silver spoon she had so recently put into her mouth. It was about this time that we seized on the idea of documenting her story on YouTube. We had put up a couple of videos and had even mentioned her in one called Wilburism calling her St Jackie of Detroit during a religious spoof we had done. The plan was simple. In those days YouTube didn't pay any money, but that didn't matter,we were just having fun, as it was a creative outlet for a very talented young woman who was sipping diet Dr Peppers on the back porch, waiting to give birth. She made her film debut on a web cam in the video iJackie I. By the time she filmed iJackie IV she had the character and plot down to a fine art.  It was decided to just tell the story as it happened, and she had the camera, and plot figured out.  In addition to this just talking about what was going on helped her to work through it. Remember, this is a 17 year old girl who just ran across the country to find safe haven for her and her baby.  Jackie had been in the entertainment industry her entire life, teaching herself to play the piano by the age of five. In our little group it was well accepted that she was a prodigy. She also wrote, and could mix sound on a 32 track sound board in any studio you chose. She had learned that from her father.

We arrived on the decision of just how to marry Jackie Jo off, and still keep her safe and sound in Berry Creek. We had a son. Every family has one of these, and Timmy was ours. Our oldest son was (is) a Master Chief in the Navy. The next oldest is a police officer, and now a terrorist consultant in the Middle East. And then there's Timmy. Burglar, crackhead, high school dropout, doing seven years in prison. Timmy knew Jackie, but had never considered her a woman because the Jackie he knew rode her tricycle around the back alleys of Music Square in Nashville. During a visit he said, "Just have her marry me by proxy. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, and if and when I ever get out we'll just get a divorce and Jackie can have her cake and eat it too."

Perfect!  Jackie didn't have to submit to being with anyone she didn't want to, and Timmy was very clear that even sleeping with a little girl who's diaper he had changed would be abhorrent to him. Two days before the birth of her child Jackie and Timmy were married in this fashion with Timmy's childhood friend, Ricky, standing in for him.This can be seen on iJackie XVII. Of course this was all flying up to YouTube, and iJackie, the stage name we had given Jackie, was even giving lonelygirl5 a run for her money. Little note of trivia here, Jackie and lonely girl were actually friends on the Internet and exchanged ideas about video concepts. Rickey was a little star struck that day, but Jackie got him through it and he did ok. Two days later Lydia Rose, one day to be YouTube’s “Puck,” was born.

Then the unexpected happened. Timmy had been up for parole and denied because this was not his first rodeo. He came up for parole about a month after the wedding, and the State of Texas, in a gracious act if forgiveness, sent the "family man" on his way home! 

Now at first this didn't bother anyone. Timmy hadn't changed his opinion and Jackie was more concerned with her baby that a relationship with any man. She had made the decision to put iJackie to bed and move into music videos, a move that YouTube endorsed because they had just mad us producer-partner-directors, and the advent of AdSense was looming on the horizon. So Timmy came home, took a bedroom at the opposite side of the house and life continued. They were cordial to each other, ate at the club, and Timmy was fascinated watching his "wife" produce movies in the office of the house while she took care of her baby. They began to talk, play golf together, and take evening rides around the golf course. Then the strangest thing happened. Jackie fell in love with her husband. She came down to breakfast one morning and told me,"I finally got through to him, dad. I'm so happy!  I never thought someone who was a good looking as him would ever have anything to do with the likes of me."

Unfortunately Timmy did not leave his demons back in prison. He began to take early evening jogs around the golf course alone, and it didn't take the girl from Detroit long to figure him out. There was a big argument and Timmy told us that the "pressure" of living in Berry Creek, and Jackie's growing fame was pushing him to return to drugs, and if he could just get on his own he could make a living for his family, and everything would be ok. Jackie's input was that while she was concerned she wasn't intimidated by the task, and she was confident that she was woman enough to help her man. All she now wanted in life was to have a bunch of kids, surround her with family, and become anonymous. At Timmy's insistence iJackie disappeared from the scene. She moved behind the camera and produced videos like "New Soul," "Dejavu," and a series of adult country comedy videos using music produced by me and her father when, as a little girl, she had sat on my lap for practically the entire three day session.

I don't have to tell you that the idea didn't work. To compound matters our youngest son, Bobby, died at the age of twenty-eight. Bobby had been Jackie's director and her brother in law, and her friend. She was inconsolable! After the funeral she tried to sit down at the console to work on projects Bobby still had in the "can." She looked up at me and said, "Dad, I just can't do it. The Muse is gone!" Timmy descended deeper into drugs and Jackie left for Detroit to visit her father. While in Detroit she discovered she was pregnant with her second child.  After talking with Timmy on the phone, she returned to Texas to try to make it all work again.  Bobby’s death had a profound effect on the family, and Timmy told her it had crushed him, and he just wanted her back so he could rebuild his shattered life.

She pulled completely out of the entertainment business at this time, even stopped playing the piano and writing, and went home to Timmy, who by now, contrary to what he had told her on the phone, was completely sunk in an ocean of crack cocaine. She gave birth to a boy, and named him Bobby. Over the course of the next eleven months she would have a set of twins.  We had put them all in a nice house in Killeen, Texas.  Timmy refused to turn on the water legally, and had warrants out for him, but Jackie made a home, tried to cope, and kept us informed.  During there stay in that home the CPS was called because of the water situation, and Timmy moved the family very quickly to a hidden location with the assistance of Ricky, the man who had stood proxy for him.  We were not told where the children were, and this was of great concern to us.

We spent about a year or less trying to find them, only allowed by their friends to sent items to them through “intermediaries” because  for us to see the children, “Was not such a good idea.” During this time we were questioned by the CPS and cooperated because of our concern. They were not found at this time, and the case was closed.

My wife and I sat in the big, empty house at Berry Creek grieving. My wife eventually had a heart attack requiring her to have a triple bypass. When she recovered we decided to "pay it forward." we wanted to fill the house with laughter again so we went to the CPS and told them we would donate the use of our home to help children who had been removed from family to cope until reconciliation. We had previously had dealings with them, and thought, well, if we can’t have family back here again, we will open our doors to other kids, other families.  We set up all the bedrooms for boys and girls of all ages, and even got clearance from the Country Club to allow such children to enjoy the services during their time at our house. Our intention was that if we could get parents and their children in such a setting healing and reconciliation might be possible. The CPS let us know real fast that this was NOT CPS policy, and that most children seized would be processed for adoption. We also noticed that during our classes with them "menus" were given out and the people taking the class could pick and choose the race, age, and sex of the child they wanted.

We did notlike this, but we had a big, empty house, and Timmy had his kids hidden quite well as he ran from his parole officer.  We chose five Mexican kids, age seven and up. Our reasoning was that if we couldn't help a lot of kids we could help these five. Bobby would have liked that. Then we got a call from Timmy. He said all his plans had failed; he had jumped parole, and soon would be back in prison. Could we please come get Jackie and the kids? We had no issue with this at all. We discussed this with our CPS advisor who's only concern was that if we moved four babies into our home we couldn't have the Mexican kids because we would be at our limit, but she said it would be good because the children would be safe, and it would stay out of the department's hands. She told us that the previous case had simply been closed and that there was no issue at all with us helping family. She had been to our home and thought it was perfect!  She couldn’t have planned any better.

It also solved another issue, which while not stopping our efforts was a spot on our record. During Bobby's last year he began to have health and mental problems. Autopsy results showed that he had a certain problem in his brain, which could lead to violent, aggressive behavior. At one party on the porch he went into a rage and threw a can at me. Earlier that week he had hit his mother in the head with a can, knocked Timmy up against a wall, and tried to stomp Jackie in the stomach. This particular night I had enough and I grabbed the can he hit me with and backhanded it back at him. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Dad, I don't know what's wrong with me. It mad all the time. I even get mad at the garbage when I take it to the road."

Well, every man should have an unemployed, religious fanatic brother in law hanging around, living in a huge free house courtesy of us, and seething with contempt. We had Les, my wife's little brother. He called the Adult Protective Services and told them that I had beat up Bobby. Little girl shows up the next morning, questioned us, and we hold her the truth. Bobby lived in his own studio apartment forty miles away, got rowdy during a party, nothing bad happened and he resented her even implying that he needed protection from anything. She left, we never heard any more, and Bobby and I flew out to California to rest and film. One month after we retuned Bobby died of a heart attack. He was five foot, two inches tall and 352 pounds.

During my background check by the CPS this came up. It was an APS case but somehow "magically" crosses over and got included in my file. Of course the investigator said, "Although the victim claims he was not harmed, I have reason to believe he is covering up the event because he is afraid." I have actually read the intake because I have seen the entire CPS case file. Timmy went to the CPS office to pick up a folder and the receptionist gave him the entire file, which was waiting to be given to a caseworker instead of the single file for Lydia Rose that was there for him.

We went on for about two months, with our friend at the CPS calling occasionally, inquiring  about the kids, and very happy that she considered this issue resolved.  Then, of course, Timmy called again.  He was “clean” he told Jackie. He had an apartment now, and was in business with Ricky.  Could she please come home.  Reluctantly, Jackie agreed.  One day after she got there we got a call from our friend at the CPS.  We told her what had happened. She was alarmed.  The next day Jackie called.  “Dad, he lied!  I’m in a f**king crack house.  Please come get me NOW!”

We brought Jackie and the kids back to Berry Creek.  The CPS, and police showed up looking for Timmy, of course he wasn’t there, and proceeded to remove the babies. I made a quick call to our friend at the CPS who told them the children were safely placed there and for them to simply draw up a safety plan.  This they did, but they included a provision that Jackie, since she had not shown the strength to stay away from Timmy, should be removed from the home. Jackie complied and was taken to Ricky’s house that very night.

This day after that, during a diaper change, it was noticed that one of the twins had an enlarged testicle. We rushed him to the hospital, and after our friend at the CPS assured the doctor, and police that we had perfect right and permission of the CPS to handle the child, we got him into surgery. The new CPS worker tried to imply that somehow we had damaged the child, however the doctor at Scott and White informed them that this was an ongoing condition that could not have arisen in just 24 hours, but in fact was some sort of birth defect, which had been corrected by the operation.  Jackie said the swelling would pop up, and then go down in about a day and that she had looked it up on the internet and found that the child may just grow out of it.  Since it never stayed long, she voiced no concern.

We had been concerned at this time at Lydia’s stumbling, lack of language and sleep patterns.  My wife, being a diabetic, simply checked her blood one day and she had a blood sugar count of over 400!  We informed the CPS of this and they said we weren’t “qualified.”  During another meeting we were late and told them that one of the twins had a seizure, and that he was in the hospital for an MRI, and showed them the actual report with the doctor’s handwritten note at the top, “Diagnosis, Epilepsy.” They said they couldn’t be sure of that diagnosis, “at this time.”

After this we had daily visits from the CPS. We became so familiar with them we let them right in, considered them to be friends, and cooperated in every way.  Jackie was allowed visits in secure areas, we provided full reports, and photos to the CPS, and all records of doctor visits, etc.  What we didn’t know was that Timmy was calling the CPS Hotline daily reporting all manner of abuse.  Never mind that the CPS could walk in at any time, they had to “investigate.”  Then, suddenly, with no warning, Lorena Flornoy, CPS caseworker showed up with the police and took all the babies.

They had Timmy with them. We were told they would be taken to a “safe” place. Jackie at this time was in the Austin State Hospital.  The loss of her children, the loss of sleep, poor diet, and Timmy had led her to a breakdown. The “safe” place was my brother’s ex-sister in law in Waco.  Timmy had assured her that she would be paid a huge sum, by the state for caring for these babies.  Jackie got out of the hospital and immediately found her way to Waco and was reunited with her children. 

We found this out from family, and, to be honest, we had no issues.  Four babies, all under three were a bit much, and the woman in Waco had a huge spread, and was the religious leader in her family.  She didn’t try to hide the kids from us, and we were happy with her.  But she wasn’t!  The job of caring for them was horrendous, and she had been promised by Timmy that she would be paid for her efforts. When she was told by the CPS that this would not happen because she was “family,” she became enraged.  In addition to that, her own son, a convicted pedophile was about the area and she was concerned about breaking the law and him getting rearrested. After brief consideration  Timmy loaded all the kids up on a jet and flew to his brother’s house in California. Jackie followed about three days later.

Lorena Flornoy showed up at our house with a tribe of police, her supervisor, her supervisor’s supervisor, and a big white van to pick up the babies. Things were a bit different now.  We were not receptive as we had been before, and our son was home from the Middle East.  He was a sworn police officer, and an anti-terrorist, and irritated.  He let his brothers in arms search the house but forbade Flornoy or her cohorts to even step on the property.  They asked us where the kids were and I told them I didn’t know for sure, which I didn’t, but that they may be in California.  I figured the kids were safe now and gave them my son’s number. 

The police officer called my son and told him that although he didn’t have an order right now, he soon would have and for him to harbor Timmy, Jackie, and the children could be a violation of the law that could lead the CPS to his door.  He advised my son to back away from this and send them back to Austin. The next day Timmy, Jackie, and the four babies landed at Bergstrom Airport in Austin, and the CPS took them away.  I can’t be sure, but I saw a clip where Alex Jones is crying and saying, “They take our children away at the airport to give them to the pedophile government!”  We all saw that and thought, “My God!  He’s talking about Jackie!”

The four children were placed with a woman named Butler who had other foster children.  We were allowed visits at the CPS office, but I began to notice I was being sectioned out.  Each time I would go there they would have to make sure if it was ok for me to see the kids.  It was about this time the CPS began to tell my wife that she might get the babies if she would divorce me.

There was a holiday.  The children were fed, before being locked in their room.  Lydia Rose, YouTube’s “Puck,” was found in coma, and rushed to the hospital.  My wife was informed three days later and rushed to the hospital and remained by her side until she recovered. The diagnosis? Type one diabetes.  Lydia was born with the condition.  A gift from her father in Detroit! An investigation on the living conditions of the children ramped the stakes up a bit, and my wife was again told that if she would only divorce me, everything  would be ok.  After a court hearing she left her big, beautiful home in Berry Creek, a home she had always dreamed of, and a 25 year Catholic marriage.  It was at this time that Jackie and I began to make our YouTube series on the CPS.  The only weapon we had left. Movies!  We made, “Animals,” “Ruh Roh,” and “Miss Johnson.”  Jackie never appeared in any of these films but her expert hand, and intellect was behind every one. They were hard hitting, and dramatic.  We even showed them their own files on camera in “Ruh Roh,” demonstrating  lies and deceit of the CPS, and saying, “Ruh Roh,” each time we caught them. Jackie always loved Scoobie Doo! 

Jackie lived with Timmy on a farm for a while, but when she became pregnant with her fifth child she came back to Berry Creek for a short stay.  We went to Austin, and for the first time she spoke publicly about the CPS in the film,”Jackie  Speaks.” We edited the film toward the end because she was standing in front of the UT Tower and said, “Well, we Texans sure know how to take care of business!”  The scene changes to a shot of Charles Whitman firing from the tower.  Jackie, upon review, edited out that scene because knowing her audience was teen girls, it was bad enough to talk about the CPS without implying violence. However, this video, in its entirety, may be seen in the movie, Traveling Shoes.

Pregnant with her fifth child, Jackie sat before the camera again. In a film entitled, “iJackie, The Last Testament,” while not condemning the CPS, she says, “I’m just a mother, I love my family, and my children…” Her nervousness over talking openly is revealed when she says, “Is this something that I should even be talking about?” The CPS had made it very clear that if Jackie even revealed she knew anything about her children they would take them away again.”  At the filming of this video her son, one of the twins, Trystyn had seizures and was in the hospital. Jackie feared that if the CPS suspected she even knew this fact they would act, and she holds her cell phone in her right hand waiting for information about her son from a secret source. Her statement about how well everything is fades when she slips in that drugs had nothing to do with being pregnant, but having sex with someone that doesn’t care about you.  This statement enraged Timmy, but in the edit Jackie told me, “Let it stay!” The main reason for this film was because during the investigation the CPS had used Jackie’s notoriety on YouTube to demonstrate  that she was an unfit mother. One film in particular, “Herb Superb,” was a Cheech and Chong type film which showed an inebriated iJackie at a porch party.  We had found the song on the internet, and her brother in law, Mike, had actually secured the copyright for us in Dubai by actually meeting with the writer of the song who was very happy to have iJackie make a film about his song.  There were no drugs on the set.  It was the end of a long day.  She had made three films that day. “Once,” where she cocks an assault rifle, which would later become her logo, “They’re coming to take me away, ha ha,” where she skips around the mansion and rolls her eyes like Fanny Bryce, and “I support Trevor Rieger,” a video to help out a producer-friend  in Hollywood who was having a battle with YouTube.  She was exhausted.  Whenever Jackie was around the cameras were always on.  She ate dinner, and then opened a bottle of wine.  She got into a wine drinking contest with her director, Bobby, and, well, at 352 pounds, he won!

When we looked at the film the next day she laughed out loud and said, “Oh God Dad!  That’s Herb Superb!  Let’s do it!  So Jackie’s most famous video was born.  We never told the public that Jackie was not a regular pot user. In one of the iJackie’s she referred to her pregnancy with Lydia as being the product of “getting into drugs,” and advised her young audience to avoid this pitfall.  When asked what drugs, she replied, “Oh, I’m just a little pothead. In point of fact Jackie took one puff, of one joint during her life at Berry Creek.  Jackie loved to have two beers at night.  She preferred Miller Lite, and she was a light weight. Many a night I put her to bed because her beer had put her to sleep. 

The CPS used this film to demonstrate that Jackie was a mainline heroin addict!  None of their drug tests ever revealed any drugs, not any.  In an altercation with my brother in law, Les, the police were called and asked Jackie to take a test, which she did, and that, too, was clean.    But it wasn’t as much Herb Superb that the CPS didn’t like.  It was the series on the CPS that riled them up.  That was the reason to hate her, which was the reason to tell my wife to divorce me! 

The CPS wanted the divorce, but would not pay for it, in fact communicated  through lawyers to her their wishes.  Cassidly Dossett was the supervisor and she would sit in the courtroom, sending out a lawyer to tell my wife what needed to be done.  Finally I did the divorce myself, representing  both sides and gave them what they wanted on the understanding  that the babies would be placed with her. I had to deliver the paper to the Monument Café in Georgetown, leave it on a table and leave, so that my wife to pick the paper up without touching my hand.

After the film, “Last Testament,” where Jackie is clearly pregnant, she gave birth in Killeen Texas to a boy.  The CPS took the baby so fast Jackie barely had time to name him, so when my wife picked him up he became known simply as “New Baby.”

Jackie moved in with me, alone, and lived with me for about four months. We didn’t talk about the CPS, or the case.  She didn’t sneak around trying to see the kids, knowing full well that they could be removed at any time and considering what had happened to Lydia, such an event was unthinkable. 

She became pregnant again.  On Thursday I would always take her to Killeen where she could spend the day with Timmy.  When she realized her condition she immediately went back to Fort Worth.  It was the lesser of two evils.  She KNEW what the CPS would do, she hoped she could prevail upon family.  She came back one last time and took a ride with me on the golf course.  That ride was not filmed, but I wish it were.  Her conversation revealed a depth of soul that astounded my.  Jackie had matured during her struggle, and a very dynamic young woman emerged, or perhaps she had been there all along, we just never noticed.

“I’ve always tried to go through life without hate. If you hate, it’s the same as murder, and I never want to kill anyone. I don’t even hate the CPS.  They’re misguided.  Through all of this they can’t point to one time that I’ve spoke to them out of hate. But, dad, you and I are standing at the gates of the Alamo.  They’re gonna get us, and if they don’t they’re gonna kill my babies.  I’m signing the papers with mom to just give up my children.  The CPS is starting to crawfish with her now and I can’t risk them being scattered to the wind. Our Lord says not to fear the man who can kill the body, fear the man who can kill the soul.  If one of my babies dies, it will kill my soul.” 

That afternoon Jackie filmed her last film, “Gypsies Tramps and Thieves,” filmed and directed by Lance DeAngelo, who after four years had finally come from California  to film an iJackie.  While he was mixing that video Jackie sat down in her old office at Berry Creek, and considering the death of soul made the video, “The day Clayton Delaney Died.”  As with most of her work there is an underlying message of hope and love, as in the final scene, iJackie’s face turns in to her daughter, Puck, and the cycle of life goes on.

She didn’t cry.  She got in the car that day and I drove her to the bus station.  We didn’t speak.  When she got out she turned, looked at me, winked, gave me the thumbs up, and said, “iJackie.”

Although I’m pretty sure I know where she is I haven’t had a lot of communication.  I know she’s safe, I know my grand daughter that she had is safe.  I believe she went to L. A. to stay with her brother for a while.  I do know that she knows the deal.  If she comes around, the CPS will kill her kids. 

I’ve never told this entire story before.  There are hints in the videos and you can watch Traveling Shoes.

As you watch it, and now know the entire story you can pick out the era of each part.  The song, “Traveling Shoes” was picked because it was a song her father had worked with in Detroit, and Jackie always said you have to have your “Traveling Shoes” always ready to leave  this world.

Sandy Hook and the Texas 231

Now I am not minimizing the deaths of the children in Sandy Hook. As I wrote previously my eyes will never dry, but I would like to point something out. A statistic, if you will. Twenty babies lost their lives. Now folks, I have stopped reading the reports, stopped looking at the pictures because frankly, I just can't take it! I am weak! To stare into to face of a six year old girl who was shot eleven times with an assault rifle is beyond my ability to accept.

But, I want to show you something, and after I do I'll assure you that you will never be the same. Twenty. Maybe one classroom. All babies, all dead. I have seen a mass shooting. I saw Luby's in Killeen, Texas. And people, it ain't like in the movies. If you ever see what a gun can do to an adult human body you will lose your soul. You will no longer be human because that is the most pungent imposition of PTSD you will ever see! Now, imagine its a child. I won't give you the details because honestly, you can't stand it. It will make you crazy.

But think about the number twenty. Now, imagine seven classrooms. All of the children in those rooms. Picture all of them laid out in the hallway covered with sheets. The total number would be 231. Suppose there was a daycare facility also so the ages range from six months to about eight years. Got that visualization? Ok, that's how many children were killed just this year while in foster care courtesy of the CPS!

And you rarely hear about it. When it does get reported the "department" quickly absolves itself, dodges phone calls and disappears. But that's a real number people. That's not Alex Jones conjuring up fictitious globalists firing up FEMA camps in the desert, or some gun nut screaming that SWAT teams are going to kick in your door for your grandpa's shot gun, that is a real number from a real report put out by the state of Texas.

When a madman storms into a school we are all shocked. We resolve to do something about guns, school security, mental illness, but ultimately we are not personally responsible for the event. But when we allow a criminal organization that we pay for with our tax dollars to murder over and over and over again we are responsible. Each and every one of us takes responsibility for every one of those 231 children. And I haven't seen anyone doing a press conference wiping a politically correct tear out of his eye.

By Wilbur

Christmas Lights for Angels

As Christmas approaches everyone's hearts turn toward family. Separation Anxiety sets in. For many it is the separation of those in the Armed Services, Collage or simply those who live elsewhere that can not make it home for Christmas. Then there's the ones who've been separated through divorce or death. The ones that I hurt most for are those separated by the Child Protective System.

These are the people who hurt most this time of year. Not only do they stress over the separation, but also where are the children. Are the children in a truly safe environment? Are their needs being met? How bad are they hurting and longing for their parents?

For this reason, we seek to build awareness to a very broken system. Close to half of the children in foster care do not belong there. More often than not they are there because some overworked, understaffed, underfunded agency chose to "Error on side of caution." These families are forever damaged. They need our prayers.

On December 15, 2012, buy "Glow" sticks, necklaces and other products to wear and display on this evening. Wear them around you necks. Hang them from your car mirror. The mirror of your motorcycle. Please help build awareness.

Color Graph:
BLUE - No case but recognizes the CPS system is in need of repair.
GREEN - Have had a case & successfully gotten out of the system.
YELLOW - Currently working Safety Services
ORANGE - Children in Temporary Custody.
PINK - Children permanently removed without terminating parental rights.
RED - Parental Rights Terminated, Child eligible for adoption.
(These colors are available at Party City and Walmart)

When we first chose to do this we wanted it to be a bit of a color graph to show the stages of involvement. This does not have to be. I personally have purchased several of the 8-pack assorted light sticks from Walmart for $2.98/pack. Necklaces are 97¢ and bracelets are 3 for 97¢. The cost is almost nothing.

We have been promoting this internationally as a Facebook event:

In Houston we are planning to gather downtown at:

Harris County Jury Plaza
1201 Congress
Houston Texas

A few other cities are planning events but I have not gotten conformation on locations. We do ask that should you participate. Please take pictures and post them to the "Angel Eyes over Texas" fan page.

Thank you for your support.

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!