(FSU POLICE AND HARASSMENT)

Today I'm going to write about police harassment. I don't mean as a whole only but how it's affecting my life.
I am currently considering hiring a lawyer to represent me as well as filing suits in state and federal court.
Last month while riding my bike through FSU campus at night I was stopped and issued a trespassing warning because as the officers put it "someone's been stealing bikes."
From this I inferred that the thief must be a black man or that they were suspecting all black men.
Mind you I have a business which places me on campus a lot. I have done business on campus since 1977 when I was12 years old and have never had an incident with the FSU police, criminal or otherwise.
The 5 officers who stopped me played good cop bad cop and fired questions at me. I in my frustration answered them but I didn't answer them to the satisfaction of a couple of officers.
They then checked my record (which I must admit is long. The latest incident was in 2009 or 10 and was a bad check. Not fraud or uttering, it was a mistake between my bank and I
I now have begun to notice a certain officer who follows me even off FSUs property. He even harassed me in front of witnesses who are willing to testify in court. A few of them being FSU boosters. White and black.
He cited facts that are in fact blatant lies and used charges that I was exonerated on. This in an attempt to degrade my character.
He was hostile and very loud and aggressive.
If he had his body camera on you can view the footage.
In short I feel like the brother thrown out of the Doubletree this week.
It's time the police and society are not allowed to slander, attack and harass us. This is JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY saying help me take a stand against police brutality.

#FSUPD
#FSU
#Policebrutality
#doubletree

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FIRSTBORN REFLECTIONS OF THE PROTOTYPICAL)

She fell from the sky in super slow motion.
Her every move defined, a tad bit refined, so delicate her descent.
I man rush to the place where she makes contact.
Slightly taken aback by her form I gasp.
I hear the voice of the Universal All as it speaks. It's voice that of man yet something else.
She opens her eyes and I,  yeah I am lost.
I see the cosmos spinning in the depths.
Darkness, nay light.
I speak and she has the other tones in the Universal's.
My heart rejoices for there is none as unto she.
I so lonely in such a magnificent place.
She moves and I notice her intricacies.
She reflects the doe, the flower, the water.
She is splendiferous.
My, my.
I take her hand.
Come let me show you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(IS SOMEONE HUNTING IN TALLAHASSEE?) IS TALLAHASSEE HARBORING A SERIAL KILLER?

I'm going to have to say something that I think the police, the sheriff and the media has been hesitant to say in Tallahassee.
Having long term memory can be such a curse.
I think that there is a serial killer operating in Tallahassee.
I mentioned this to my sister and mom over two years ago and offered up the proof. Eventually they listened and when I said it at the Christmas dinner they had to agree. The facts are to blaring not to miss.
Alexandria Reshard is probably his latest victim, ironically I have known her mother since we were teens. I do not know the names of all the victims but I remember the timeline, my sister who went missing in 1994 also fits into the timeline.
From here say I also know that most of the women's bodies found bear similarities which cry out a pattern. I am going to name the women whose bodies were found that I remember, there are more and almost all of them were found in the winter months which also suggests a pattern.
These names are in reverse and lead back to the first woman found in the late 80s or early 90s.
Alexandria Reshard.
The tall white woman nicknamed Frankenstein.
Cookie.
Wanda Mott.
The first woman found was found on the side of Ferrell's plaza on Old Banbridge Rd in Frenchtown a long time ago. Her head was severed.
There are others but I can't remember them all. The thing that these women have in common is that they were either prostitutes or spent a lot of time in the streets.
When I first proposed doing this article I was told that I would become a target, they meant from the killer and the police but I have no fear of either, I walk with the universal truth.
This is JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and this is my theory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GOSSAMER THREADS)

Somewhere in a tortured psyche a woman's touch exists... A ghost of its former self.
It once held so much life... A man silent sit reminiscing it's demise.
The day it died... He wishing it could come back alive.
To the people passing by he is merely a man sitting on alone on a park bench.
His ghosts surrounding him are his alone... His face is set in solid stone.
His tears internalized flood the canaverous caves of his soul... He drowning in his loneliness... He trapped in the juxtaposition.
Surrounded he remains alone... The birds sing their song.
Somewhere he is in love... Another dimension perhaps. Another planet... Another reality where her touch greets him when he returns home.
In these thoughts he finds solace for all he has here are memories... Fleeting glimpses into his past where her touch was sometimes so soft... Sometimes so hard as they clung to each other in coitus...
All he has left are these memories.
Her touch has become a ghost.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

You give me goosebumps... Not of fear but anticipation.
I'll bet you get wetter... Your petals glistening as you spread for me.
My own little freak show... You such dainty fruit.
A moment as I savor thine image... A ravaged mind coming to terms with the explicitness of thou beauty.
In your presence I seem to have acquired x-ray vision... My sense of smell heightened I am lost in they wake.
I find my phallus hanging heavy... The eye crying tears as I contemplate what I would do unto you... What you would do unto me.
The sex so incredible as I touch you in your erotic places... The feel of your skin against my fingertips... You fill the panorama of my windowpanes.
I seeking to make you wetter... Your juices dripping off my elbows as I finger you... Dropping from the hairs of my beard as I lick of thee.
Your flavor overwhelming my taste buds and sending me careening... A spaceship in freefall as it enters your atmospheres.
🔥 in the very core of my planet... Water on my surface.
You my queen... I'll bet I could make you wetter.

(I COULD'VE LOVED YOU SO)

When I was a boy I saw love... I wanted it so.
A young prince so infatuated with visions of a princess... Castle superimposed against a blue sky, white clouds suspended puffy and white.
Love however eluded me, always just out of reach... Fevered dreams.
I a boy learning that love could be such a savage thing... Fingernails bitten to the quick... Heatbeats thumping in my chest.
When I was teenager love though close never wrapped me in its embrace... So many factors that the equation never added up.
I saw love as it touched others, softly caressing them as it beat me down... So hard to love when surrounded by bricks and concrete... By the reality of living in Babylon.
Love defined by the fact that I couldn't see Christianity or unsee visions of slavery.
Graffiti images of full lips and beautiful brown eyes drawn on project walls... I alone in the steel and glass jungle.
When I became a man love in a way had become my enemy... I a man unwilling to share even an iota of my pain.
What woman could overstand the depths of my darkness... Where I came from? Where I wanted to be?
A stranger walking among the masses... Sheep wearing the skin of humans... Surrounded by so many who worshipped and prayed at the temple materialism.
Internalized tears turning into boiling water that cooked my soul.
Love leaving me wanting and wondering... Why did love have to hurt me so?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEY THEORETICALLY DISPOSED)

One day they fell from the sky... That proverbial motherfucker they... The biblical theoretical they.
They, will make a man tired of they monkey ass shit... Nasty bitch tis a scary bitch they... All the time throwing they in your face.
Fuck that they don't even know you... Them punk ass motherfuckers I dissertate pon they...
Snakin ass heathen they... Stankin pussy bitch they.
I will go straight ballistic on they... Buss cap in the ass of they... I don't care bout they... Who the fuck is they any motherfucking way?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY