Investigators Just Cannot Figure Out What Caused This Crash

Let me see if I can come up with some clues.

SAN FRANCISCO — Accident-reconstruction investigators are trying to figure out what caused an SUV carrying a family of eight to plunge off a 100-foot cliff in a deadly wreck that happened shortly after child-welfare authorities went to their home to investigate possible abuse.

Hmmmm…child welfare authorities were sent to the home and why would child welfare authorities need to be sent into a home?

Usually when there are signs and symptoms of neglect, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and emotional abuse child welfare authorities are sent out to investigate.

Bruce and Dana DeKalb, next-door neighbors of the Harts, said they called state child protective services because 15-year-old Devonte had been coming over to their house almost every day for a week, asking for food.

Dana DeKalb said Devonte told her his parents were “punishing them by withholding food.” The boy asked her to leave food in a box by the fence for him, she said.

Does anybody remember Devonte Hart? According to investigators, it is alleged that he was in the vehicle when it plunged off a 100-foot cliff and landed upside down on the rocks below, although his body and that of two other children are still missing.

He is the child in the picture hugging the cop while at a protest of a police-involved shooting death of  Michael Brown by police officer Darren Wilson and we all remember Darren Wilson.

Darren Wilson, the former Ferguson police officer who shot and killed Michael Brown, admitted in a court filing that he and other officers in the city used the N-word to refer to black people.

But Wilson also denied using the word as a slur against people while on the job, and said he had merely repeated racist remarks made by other people.

Wilson admits using the N-word at least once to refer to an African-American, and also says he heard fellow Ferguson officers do the same.

“I have repeated a racist remark made by someone else, but I have not made a racist remark against another individual while on duty as a police officer,” he said

And now to find out that this child’s adoptive white parents had been depriving him of food to the point where he had to go to a neighbor’s house almost every day for a week seeking food, is just beyond an atrocity.

So, his ‘mother’ approved of him hugging killer cops even as she, herself was guilty of neglect and abuse of not only Devonte, but all six children adopted by these two white women.

An African-American boy holding a “Free Hugs” sign stood crying in front of a police barricade at a Ferguson protest rally in Portland. A white police officer motioned for him to come closer. The officer then asked the boy for a hug — and they embraced, the boy’s anguished face streaming with tears.

 12-year-old Devonte Hart and Portland Police Sgt. Bret Barnum

He was probably crying because he was hungry and knew what he was going home to while one of his two white ‘mothers’ was taking to social media to avert suspicion from herself by stating that Devonte “had been struggling with issues of police brutality and racism”. Yeah, stemming from his mistreatment at her hands, no doubt.

“The boy’s mother Jennifer Hart, who is white, wrote on social media that her son had been struggling with issues of police brutality and racism.

Devonte is one of six children adopted by Hart and her wife, Sarah Hart of West Linn, a suburb of Portland.”

But investigators don’t know why these two white women who had adopted all minority children and who had just been visited by Child Protective Services would get into a car and intentionally drive it over a cliff. Here’s another clue.

Well before the wreck, Sarah Hart pleaded guilty in 2011 to a domestic assault charge in Douglas County, Minnesota, telling authorities “she let her anger get out of control” while spanking her 6-year-old adoptive daughter, court records show.

Nope! No clue there! Sarah Hart just beat the poor child to the point where she was charged with and pleaded guilty to domestic assault because “her anger got out of control” and yet, these children were not taken from these two abusive white women. Unbelievable! My bad! They were minority children and so, this is truly believable!

And yet, “Family friend Max Ribner took issue with the notion the wreck was something other than a tragic accident. The couple adopted many of their children from “hard backgrounds,” he said. “They transformed these kids’ lives.”

“They transformed these kids’ lives.” Indeed they did; a most lasting transformation at the bottom of a 100-foot cliff that resulted in their deaths. They cannot get more transformed than from life to death.

The tragedy is that this could have been avoided if the authorities had done their job and had removed these vulnerable children from two obviously deranged sociopaths. Neighbors had to call Child Protective Services because a child was coming to them telling them that he and the other children were being denied food and were hungry. And another 6-year old child was beaten so badly that Sarah Hart was found guilty of domestic assault, but yet there are no clues as to what happened? Bullshit!

Sadly, the clues were too glaring to be missed, but were because these children were not considered worthy of living in a home where there were two sane adults to take care of them, but who were instead, left in the home of two deranged, racist ‘white’ women and they died because of it.

What could possibly go wrong when two married ‘white’ lesbians adopt Black children, home school them and trot them all across America to attend rallies?  Those children were home schooled so that no one outside of those two ‘white’ married lesbians would become aware of the abuse the children suffered at the hands of depraved white, demonic sociopaths.

And it is crystal clear that Child Protective Services is doing anything but protecting vulnerable children from the likes of this ‘white trash’ filth and now that these children are dead and cannot tell their stories, ‘white’ people, as usual, don’t want to hold another ‘white’ person accountable for what we know went on in that household. So they will just scratch their fucking heads and pretend that there was some sort of car trouble that caused a car to basically leave the road and drift on over to a lookout point and continue closer to the edge and then proceed to go over it. I’m not buying that damn shit.  There is no way in hell that I am buying that load of crap. ‘Whites’ have never had a problem committing suicide and if Child Protective Services had been called in over abuse and neglect, then those two depraved, filthy, white trash bitches knew that those children might possibly have been taken from them seeing as how one had already been convicted of domestic  assault over the beating of a 6-year old and the authorities were en route to the home.

“Get in the car kids! We’re going for a ride!” Little did those vulnerable children know what they were in for. For the love of !!!!!

An update from an article dated 4/1/2018

Speedometer ‘pinned‘ at 90 mph as SUV carrying family plunged off a cliff, report says

Neighbors of [the Harts] in Washington said previous incidents involving the Harts’ children have concerned them.

Bruce DeKalb said Devonte regularly came to his home to ask for food and said his parents weren’t feeding him. The teen also asked him and his wife to call Child Protective Services, DeKalb said.

Last month, another sibling, Hannah, knocked on his front door at 1:30 a.m., DeKalb said. She was covered in weeds after jumping out of her family’s second-story window. DeKalb said the teenager, who was missing some front teeth and who he thought was only 7 years old, was “rattled to the bone.”

Again, there were clues aplenty and nothing was done. The article goes on to state that Child Protective Services had finally tried to contact the Harts on several occasions directly prior to this murder/suicide and had received no response.

If the vehicle was driven 90 mph over the cliff and this is still considered to have been an accident, then someone is truly delusional, deliberately so!

 

 

Negro Women, Stop Taking The Abuse!

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The movie, ‘Straight Outta Compton’, made me take a look at how Negro men treat Negro women and I am not liking what I see. Did I pay my money to see the movie? Hell no! And I based it on principle because I had read about that abusive motherfucker that calls himself, Dr. Dre. I had read about his contempt, disdain and apparent hatred for women and the sad fact is that many Negro men are in fact, just like this piece of shit that has been lauded as some sort of thug hero and for what? I don’t know. Because if he is considered to be a hero for promoting rappers to ‘rap’ about niggers, hos, and bling, I don’t see what the fuss is all about. And neither should your Negro ass because that would mean that you are just as ignorant as this punk ass bitch and just as ignorant as the rappers that glorify degrading, abusing and demoralizing the very women that gave birth to them.

Negro men, if you have daughters, you don’t even respect them. There is no way that you can if you revere and give props to this piece of shit that has raised his closed fist and beat a woman like she was a man. Quite obviously, you don’t have a problem if this bastard beat your own daughter down. I know for a fact that this happens and it happens quite often.

My piece of shit cousin told me that he was with his ‘home boys’ and they went over one of his homeys’ girlfriend’s house and just because she wasn’t standing on the porch, panting for his ass, he dragged her out the house and beat her like she was a man right in front of a carload of other nasty, disgusting, degenerates and the woman actually picked herself up off the ground after having been stomped and fist punched by her boyfriend and got inside the vehicle. What the fuck is wrong with us????!!!!

Negro men, why are you brutalizing Negro women? Where did you develop such contempt for Negro women? Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing without us because who is wailing, moaning and printing signs when your Negro ass is shot or locked up for driving down the goddamn street with a broken taillight? Who the fuck is sitting home raising your kids while you’re out doing who the fuck knows what? Who has always had your goddamn back even when you didn’t deserve the loyalty that we have always had for your Negro ass? Just because some Caucasian motherfucker dangles a few Benjamins in your goddamn face is no reason to forget who you came from and who loved you before you ever knew what love was about. And quite honestly, I am at a loss to know when your Negro ass got lost along the way. Because Negro motherfuckers, believe me, you are lost as hell without us. Keep beating our ass. Keep disrespecting us. Keep insulting us. Keep kicking us in the dirt and one day, your Negro ass is gonna look around for your heart and soul, the heart and soul that is us, Negro women,  and you are going to find yourselves facing down the nightmare that is your life by your goddamn self because we will have kicked your worthless ass to the curb.

The Caucasian man don’t give a shit about your ass. The only thing you can do for him is make him some goddamn money and when your usefulness is over, where will you be? Out on your Negro ass without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out and don’t crawl your tired ass back to us ’cause we’ve already kicked your tired ass to the curb. Think it can’t happen? Take a look around? Who the fuck is still wearing out the soles of their shoes on your behalf when that Caucasoid is busting a cap all up in your ass? Newsfuckingflash! It ain’t me! I’ve already given up on you worthless motherfuckers, but other Negro women have not, not yet. I am not going to continue to head to protest rallies and marches to get the Caucasians boot up off your Negro ass when if the Caucasians ain’t fucking you up, you’re fucking us up. I have put up with your shit for too goddamn long and unless you show me that you respect me as a Negro woman, you’ll get no goddamn respect from me. Respect has to be earned, motherfuckers, and you ain’t earned it! So, don’t come to me to bail your ass out of jail. Don’t come to me when you’ve broken your goddamn knee and can’t shoot hoops for the motherfucking Caucasian man and that Caucasian bitch you married, sued your ass for divorce and your broke ass can’t afford a moped. Think for one goddamn second that I am going to drop everything and cuddle you and tell you that you’re still valued and some more shit. Never fucking think it. Keep kicking my ass and see what you get. Keep thinking that I am always going to be forgiving and in your corner, come what may. You better wake the fuck up, you Negro assed motherfucker and recognize that when the shit hits the fan on your ass, you got nobody BUT me and when all is said and done, I’m all you need. You are nothing without the Negro woman and your punk ass bitch ass can’t even see that???!!!!

This ain’t some lies ‘Straight Outta Compton’. This is straight up truth! Deal with it! And, again! Wake the fuck up and act like you know! The Caucasians ain’t playing with your ass and when you divide us by brutalizing us, you WILL fall!BULEE DAT!

Domestic Violence!

Love should never leave bruises, nor lead to killing. Pick up the phone. Help IS available!
Love should never leave bruises, nor lead to killing. Pick up the phone. Help IS available!

She scuttles around the house, afraid to make a sound.
She hides who she really is whenever he’s around.

He ‘lords’ it over her and tries to make her feel small.
He struts like he’s the man, the man who has it all.

She would leave him in a heartbeat, but the children just might suffer.
She stops his misuse of them; she’s their only buffer.

He tells her not work because he is in control.
Control is what it’s all about to keep her on his dole.

He’s aggressively abusive and domineering; without cause.
He spews insults all over her without an awkward pause.

She thinks that it’s her fault, that she’s the one to blame.
Who could she tell and expose her secret shame?

“Is it something I have done?” she wonders when he’s gone.
The fear won’t go away though she knows she’s all alone.

Is this the bed she made and therefore, must lie in it?
What should she do? What can she do? She’s almost reached her limit.

She looked down at her bruises and contemplated getting out.
She hastened to fix his meal; set aside a glass of stout.

The key turned in the lock, she heard him coming in.
This would be a fight that neither one would win.

He complained about her cooking; he complained about the beer.
He stood over her and shouted; he knocked her on her rear.

She crawled to the closet, dragged herself up off the floor,
stumbled in her haste as she made it to the door.

She called out his name; he turned and looked at her.
It was fast, it was slow; it was all just one big blur.

The stunned look; his shocked expression would haunt her every day.
At her feet he fell and that is where he lay.

Dazed though she was, she thought she heard a noise.
Her kids were coming home and she gained a little poise.

She sent them to a neighbor and then dialed nine-one-one.
Now, she’s in prison, wondering, “What else could I have done?”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

As we begin to celebrate the holiday season, let us not forget that this is the time of year that can bring out the worst in people. The holidays seem to induce an increase in domestic violence incidents I know that when I was growing up, the incidents of domestic violence in the home, certainly did escalate during the holidays. More information about the seriousness of domestic violence follows.

Domestic violence can increase during the holidays, resources available.

According to Noah Project Executive Director Leigh Ann Fry, an unprecedented number of victims have been seeking assistance over the past two months. She said more than 900 un-duplicated victims were served from Fiscal Year 2012 to 2013—but the project has already surpassed that number going into the current fiscal year.

Several different factors play into domestic violence. Victims can be of any age or gender and abuse can be either physical or emotional.

Fry said the holiday season does not cause abusive behavior, but it can trigger abuse.

“The person who is a batterer – it’s about control,” Fry said. “There are certain things that will set them off: Increased pressure around the holidays, when it’s cold outside the kids are inside playing [and] they can’t go outside, there’s not enough money to provide the meal—the toys that you want for the holidays—and those kinds of things, you just really begin to see an increase in family violence.”

If you’re visiting family over the holidays, pay close attention to your host and look for anything that seems out of character or out of the ordinary.

“Isolation is a huge red flag,” Fry said. “If it’s someone in your family who has always participated in family meals and family gatherings and suddenly they’re finding all kinds of excuses not to participate, that is a red flag and you need to listen to that.”

Fry pointed out a startling reality about past cases.

“Several times this year we’ve provided services to women who the police have found literally tied up in their homes,” Fry said. “If you’re missing a family member—someone’s just not answering their phone, you feel uncomfortable—call the police, they’ll do a safe well check [or] drive by the house with a friend. Just see if you can tell what’s going on.”

http://www.ktxs.com/news/domestic-violence-can-increase-during-the-holidays-resources-available/-/14769632/23152270/-/ir6cdsz/-/index.html

Enjoy the holidays, but also, please remember to please look out for one another and to look after one another.

Once again, the Domestic Violence Hotline number is: 1-800-799-7233.

Domestic Violence

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Unfortunately, too many of us know about domestic violence because we have been or are being beaten and raped and degraded. Some of us may have been witness to domestic violence as a child. I was. I saw my mother being beaten by my father many times. I saw my sister grabbed and handled by my father. For some reason, I was the only one who could stop his attacks and yes, I was the eldest of three girls.

I do not write this because I am proud of having gone through domestic violence and gotten out. I write about it because I want others who are living this to know that there is hope and for those who suspect they know of someone going through this, to try and get them to see that there is a way out.

If any of you have read my previous posts, than you know that I considered myself to have been fairly sheltered from the harsh realities of life and that I had never known hunger, homelessness, never saw anyone begging and walking about in rags and I would have said that I had never seen drug abuse, only I realize now that I have. My father abused alcohol. He was usually drunk when he beat my mother.

One night, we were all in bed, all except for my father because it was a weekend and he usually drank with his buddies. What woke me was the sound of loud cursing and then cries from my mother. I covered my ears, hoping that it would soon cease. It did not. Her cries continued and increased in volume. I got up and went down the hall to their door. It was open and I will never forget the sight. My mother was lying on the floor and my father was kicking her. I ran in and grabbed him and pulled him back. I looked up at him and yelled for him to “stop it!” We stood nose to nose. He had a wild look in his eyes, an uncomprehending look and he just stared at me and I back at him. Meanwhile, my mother lay whimpering on the floor. My father backed away from me without saying a word, he left the room, went down the hall and down the stairs. I went to my mother as she was still sobbing. She asked me to call the police. I did. They came and said that they would be on the lookout for my father. In the ensuing days before the court date, they got back together. My father would come in and bring my mother gifts and be nice to her and then he’d be back in the house. Until the next time, that is.

You see, domestic violence is going to continue. We hear from our abuser how it will never happen again. We hear about how sorry they are and they don’t know what came over them. Some will even blame the victim for causing them to get angry by suggesting that it is something they did. It’s called, ‘not wanting to take responsibility for their actions’.

Unfortunately, domestic violence can be learned. When I was dating my now ‘ex-husband’, he would tell me of the times when he would pull his father off of his stepmother. He was actually shot in the leg for coming to the aid of his stepmother. And yet, before I married him, he beat me up in my parent’s house because my cousins wanted me to go with them to the club and he did not want me to go. My parents were at home at the time and it did not occur to me that what they should have done was to throw him out and call the police because he had beaten their daughter. What they did was to encourage me to go home with him and talk it over and things would be okay. Oh, I was young and dumb. I did just that. And yes, he promised never to hit me again. We got married and one evening I was talking on the phone to my sister and he came in the room and told me to get off the phone. I refused. The next thing I know, I was seeing stars and everything went black. I left him and went back to my parents. I had him arrested. We went to counseling. We got back together. He hit me and choked me and dragged me and did other things and he was arrested again. I finally left him for good. But he wasn’t having it. He would have his friends park outside my new home and just stare at me coming and going. He would come and bang on the door, demanding entrance, threatening me. I called the police. Then I heard about how with getting restraining orders, there’s no guarantee that it will stop them.

I had no choice. In the dark of night, I snuck out the back, left my car and walked to the bus station. The next bus leaving was bound for Baltimore, Maryland and I was aboard it. I could not use my credit cards. I was terrified and looking over my shoulder all the time. I felt beaten twice over and yet, somehow, through perseverence and determination and finding inner strength and enduring setbacks like the fire, and the subsequent loss of another home, I survived.

To those of you who are going through this, I know what you’re dealing with. I know the pain, the “what am I doing wrong?” It is not you and it is not going to stop. I do realize that if you are not working and you’ve got young children, you feel that you are stuck. There are shelters for ‘battered women and their children’. No, it’s not the Ritz or the Waldorf Astoria, but it will not be forever, just until you can get things sorted out. Just get out!! Go! I know it is not an easy decision to make with so much at stake, but your life is at stake and possibly that of your children. I wish that I could tell you that it is going to be easy. I cannot. But I will say this, you can do it and I have said this before, some where else, “you are stronger than you think!” Never doubt it for a minute!