THE ANATOMY OF ASSASSINATION

THE ANATOMY OF ASSASSINATION

December 3, 2001

Amoco robbery suspects arrested
Customer, shot in chest, listed in fair condition at UMC

Clarion-Ledger Staff Writer Thyrie Bland

Two robbery suspects are in jail accused of a trail of violence that includes a holdup, a shooting and a home invasion, police said Sunday.

Tommy Banks, 26, and David Price, 23, were arrested Saturday night after they allegedly robbed the Amoco gas station at 4201 Terry Road, shot a customer and forced their way into a home after the getaway, police said.

The customer, William Smith, 52, of Jackson, who suffered a chest wound, was in fair condition Sunday at the University of Mississippi Medical Center, UMC spokeswoman Janis Quinn said.

Two men armed with handguns walked into the Amoco about 9 p.m. Saturday.

One of the men held up the business and afterward "robbed the clerk of the contents of her purse," said police spokesman Robert Graham.

"At that time, the other individual noticed a customer entering the store. ... He robbed the customer and shot him in the chest."

The robbers fled on foot, heading south on Terry Road towards Red Hill Drive, police said.

Shortly after the robbery, two men showed up at the home of Charles Sudduth on Red Hill Drive, Graham said. When Sudduth opened the door, they forced their way inside, Graham said.

The men grabbed the keys to a truck parked outside, Graham said. The truck got stuck in mud when they tried driving off, so they ran back toward the house, he said.

"When they did, the homeowner shot at them twice," Graham said.

The men ran off, he said.

About 30 minutes after the robbery, Precinct 1 officers cornered two men running at Terry Road and Dees Street, Graham said.

He would not say how much money was recovered.

"The Precinct 1 officers did a good job," Graham said.

Banks, of 1035 Mayes St. in Jackson, and David Price, of 1461 E. Northside Drive in Clinton, are charged with three counts of robbery and one count each of aggravated assault and house burglary.

They are being held on $210,000 bonds each.

"The Klansmen were the world's biggest deadbeats: they always had a hand out-stretched for something free".

In 1998 I rented a house and property from a deacon in the Baptist church, whom I soon learned had once been a member of the Ku Klux Klan. The house was invisible from any angle, surrounded by hills and trees with plenty of space to park equipment (bull dozer, backhoe, dump truck etc.) which was the primary consideration. Soon the property owner began to ask for little favors: Build a driveway, dig new sewer lines, construct a levee, install new water lines, loan him a dump truck, reweld broken parts. There was no end to the little favors that Willie Fred Huggins asked of me but this is not about a quibble over a few dollars. Money is one thing: blood is another. This is an account of two attempted murders...my own.

At length Willie Fred asked me to grade down the top of a hill and fill in the lower side of his lot...which I did. He never paid for any of the other favors done for him so it was not expected of him to pay for all that work. Operation of heavy equipment is extremely expensive...if someone is not ready to pay for such work...believe me, it will soon bankrupt you, doing it for free. That last job took two and a half days steady pushing with a D5B bulldozer. The dozer burns 8 gallons of diesel fuel per hour; it has a 65 gallon fuel tank and at the end of an 8 hour day, there is 1 gallon left to find the nearest fuel truck.

When done, Willie Fred refused to pay anything for the work, aside from "Come on down to the restaurant and I'll give you a free meal". A Caterpillar D5B bulldozer will not operate 20 hours on a hamburger and french fries. All total, he had racked up several thousand dollars for unpaid work. No big deal...if you cannot collect small debts, then do not incur them to begin with.

Everyone enjoys doing favors for other persons. It is both an honor and a pleasantry to help other persons along with their daily lives but one should never do anything to assist a Klansman. They believe in slavery, and if one does anything to help them along, they only view it as a part of the natural order of things. It was not until the mid-1990s that the Baptist church officially renounced their belief in slavery as a legitimate economic system but in practice, many of them still cling to the same attitude. Klansmen have renounced no such thing. They look upon others as worthy of no more respect than a beast of the field, (one of their favorite terms for black people) deserving no more consideration than a mule or a hog. To do a favor for a Klansman or a Baptist is only to re-enforce this view: they do not regard favors as favors but rather regard them as their birthright.

Although the Southern Baptist Convention officially renounced slavery, its leaders do not so reject it for others. Richard Land, President of the Southern Baptist Convention noted in an interview with Tim Russell on NBC's Meet the Press program, (Nov. 28, 2004) that he did not actually condemn slavery but that other people, not himself, could own slaves. "I wouldn't own a slave, but I don't have the right to tell somebody else whether they can own slaves. That's imposing my values." Strange language coming from an organization that seeks to impose its perverted values on everyone else within its domain.

In addition to all their other stellar qualities, Klansmen are extremely anti-business. That ought to seem odd, as many klansmen are themselves small business owners. They have not the faintest awareness of American business law; contracts, leases and the Uniform Commercial Code may as well be written in Chinese as to cite them to a Klansman. They treat their employees miserably: they holler at their workmen, shortchange them on their wages, rarely provide insurance, social security, perks or bonuses, ignore all safety rules such as providing eye and ear protection, steel toe boots, keeping first-aid kits on the job or giving coffee breaks.

That was enough...I then informed Willie Fred that no more favors were forth-coming. Fred nonetheless continued to demand favors...but just as steadfastly, I refused to do anything else unless he paid in advance. Willie Fred owns two restaurants in Jackson and is more than able to pay his bills. He also became increasingly irate to see black people visiting with me, sitting on my front porch and spending evenings at my home. Several times he urged me not to let my friends come there.

Around 9:00 PM on November 27, 2001 I was at home alone sitting in my underwear, surfing away on the Internet...looking at web designs when a loud voice outside announced: "POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" Strange, but what would any one do, except go outside to see what they wanted? When I opened the door there were two City of Jackson police officers there, one hiding behind a truck with his weapon trained on me and another facing the front door, in a gunfighter stance, with his hand on his pistol. He seemed ready to shoot me on the spot. Although I was only in my underwear, who would be so foolish as to duck back inside to dress more appropriately? They might have blown me to pieces.

Presently the officer accused me of shooting at the cars passing up and down the street: that they knew of the shootings and that eye-witnesses had already seen bullet holes in cars that I had shot, the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. I told the officer that was ridiculous and that I was not shooting anything. I asked, “What possible reason could I have for shooting cars?” The officer was in a rage, visibly shaking, and hollered at me, "Don't bother denying it. I know you were shooting cars." After some discussion between themselves the two officers left.

I am only a philosopher…and all my degrees are in philosophy. However, it should be noted that by an odd quirk of Mississippi law, all persons holding philosophy degrees are recognized as holding an equivalent degree in psychology. If Mississippi legislators had known of the unmitigated contempt that Logical Positivist philosophers hold for psychologists, they would never have passed such a law. However, my observations may not be ignored.

The following day, 5 of my neighbors informed me that Willie Fred had been to them also, creating those accusations and that two Jackson police officers had hidden in the bushes, expecting to kill me if I made any further attempts at shooting at cars. There is nothing new in the manner that Klansmen carry out their lynchings and murders. That is the exact same manner that Klansmen have used over the past 150 years to carry out their lynchings: they dream up some ludicrous accusation, spread it up and down the street, then shortly, their victim is found hanged with a bed sheet in prison or dumped out along the highway or floating face down in the Pearl River. Klansmen will invent any silly, inane story to get someone lynched: they might claim that someone whistled at a white girl, was driving too fast, had an open container in his car, had a gun, was on drugs or some other likewise vague or ridiculous nonsense. Thank the Lord, I did not happen to go out for a soda pop that night!

Willie Fred is functionally illiterate: he dropped out of school in the sixth grade to go to work, as he boasts to everyone who will listen. No one but a Klansman would brag to the world that he is a grade school drop-out. He can add a column of figures and perhaps read a menu but beyond that he is lost. What exactly did Willie Fred tell those police officers to make them so upset and psyched-up to start blasting away at me?

Two days later I sent the following e-mail to Jackson Chief of Police James French:

Tuesday, November 27, 2001
Chief of Police
James French
Jackson, Ms.

From: Charlie Sudduth
104 Red Hill
Jackson, Ms. 39212

Sir,

On Sunday evening of November 25, 2001 two Jackson police officers came to my home at 104 Red Hill. Shortly before their visit I heard two loud noises not unlike a shotgun boom. The two officers questioned me about the boom and accused me of shooting in the city. One officer claimed that he had arrested me before for shooting in the city. I have not been shooting anything and no one has ever arrested me for shooting anything.

The following day two of my neighbors informed me that Jackson police officers told them that I had been shooting, that I answered the door in my underwear and that after I shoot I run back inside.

There appears to be a person in this neighborhood who drives an older model vehicle. That person switches the ignition off and coasts for a distance. Unburned gasoline collects in the muffler and when he turns the switch back on, the fumes ignite and cause a loud backfire. Some times that person does this trick 8 or 10 times but some times only once or twice. He has been doing this for at least the past 3 years. I believe that person is the one responsible for those two booms. Let’s hope he cracks his manifold.

In this neighborhood there are large areas of uninhabited land. At the sand pits to the south of me I some times hear people shoot pistols, rifles and shotguns. Not long ago I heard someone shooting a machine gun. Sometimes, I think, people hear a noise outside and then shoot out the back door to scare a potential intruder away, as sort of a cheap burglar alarm. Not a wise policy perhaps, but I could no more stop that than I could close down all the shooting ranges in Jackson.

I do not have a rifle or a shotgun. The only firearm here is a .22 caliber pistol and I only have 5 rounds for it and those rounds are at least 10 years old. I would never shoot on public property and I have never had any reason to shoot on my own property. I have not been shooting anything.

Please do not tell my neighbors that I am shooting here, that I wear undershorts in my house at night or that I shoot and then run inside my house. These policies only create hostility, mistrust and anxiety among neighbors and those results are undesirable.

Thank you,

Charlie Sudduth

Chief French did not answer my email. The City of Jackson is now fully integrated...it has a black mayor and all services are fairly and equitably maintained. There is no reason to think that the Jackson police deliberately conspired with anyone to create this situation; but some one did.

As to what happened next:

Four days later I was again at the PC surfing away on the Internet in my notorious underwear, when a loud knock called me to the front door. It had rained all that day, turning the driveway into a river of mud 200 feet long. No one could get in or out and no one had ever tried to wade through that morass. When I opened it, two men burst inside; one with a stainless steel automatic 9MM pistol, possibly a Beretta that he immediately stuck against my head, the hammer back and his finger on the trigger. He shouted: "Give me the keys...give me the keys to your truck!"

"Sure," I said. "You can have anything you want...you can have the keys, the truck, the dozer, take the dog, the cat, you can have the house for all I care, you can have anything..."

I tried to be friendly and pacify the two hoodlums as best I could. I pointed to my pants on the back of a chair and said, "Sure...the keys are right there...in the hip pocket" The second man searched the pants but found no keys. Oops! I made a mistake...the keys were in the other pants draped over the couch. I said, "OH! I'm sorry...I meant the other pants...”

One man grabbed the keys and then ordered me outside to the front porch. Directly before the front door was my little Ford Ranger pickup truck. I managed to get the two men seated in the truck, told them which key to use but what happened next? Ford trucks are almost guaranteed to have defective key switches...you have to jiggle it in odd directions to make them work correctly. All the time that low-life hoodlum kept his pistol aimed directly at my heart...I tried to coach him on how to jiggle the Ford key to make it work...

It was an unpleasant situation. In a situation like that, one absolutely must carefully look for a window of opportunity to get away. It only takes one or two seconds to get away from trouble but you have to watch closely to find it. The gunman then ordered me to get inside the truck but all I could think was, "No. You can have the keys, you can have the dozer, the truck, the dog, the cat, the house but the one thing you cannot have is me." If you ever accede to a kidnapper's demand, the chances are a hundred to one, that will be the last thing you will ever accede to, for after that, you will be only dead meat.

All at once I heard the engine in the Ford Ranger spin over and I knew in that instant that the hoodlum had laid his pistol on the seat in order to turn the key. The Ford Ranger is so small that there is not enough room to both hold a pistol and insert a key at the same time. I am no athlete…but in that instant I made a perfect Axel, jumped straight backwards, all away across the porch, thru the door and into the house: a 10 foot jump, at least. The flow of adrenaline does wonders for one's footwork.

I slammed the door, locked it, knocked off the lights and grabbed my little Smith and Wesson .22 caliber kit gun. I am neither a proponent nor opponent of gun control but there is no excuse whatsoever to allow millions of high capacity 9MM automatic pistols to flood the public market. When the Second Amendment to the US Constitution was enacted, the only firearms in America were aenemic single-shot, muzzle loading, flint lock rifles. The founders of our Constitution never anticipated that such instruments of death as Hitler's 9MM Luger would be invented. The "right to keep and bear arms" as envisioned by the framers of our Constitution more probably meant the right to keep and bear swords than the right to keep and bear weapons of mass destruction but the NRA has never advocated any such right for sword carriers. Members of the Ku Klux Klan are the most heavily armed and most likely to use deadly violence in Mississippi but they will scream bloody murder at any one else they suspect of owning a pop-gun. The only thing that will make Klansmen scream louder is a proposal to disarm the Klansmen.

Klansmen whine constantly about "guns on the street" when referring to crime carried out by black teenagers, but rest assured it is Klansmen who supply most of the illegal firearms that that are used in crime. Go to any of the Jackson gun shows where you can find all sorts of illegal firearms among Rebel flags, KKK pocket knives, books on bomb-making and human silhouette targets.

The would-be killers took off in my truck when I jumped back inside the house and drove no more than six inches straight into a trench, getting impossibly stuck. After I knocked off the lights, I lay down in the hallway, only peeping around a corner so that if the killers came back, I would have full vision of them but they could not possibly have seen me. They exited the truck, blasting away with their pistols. They had no idea where I was: one shot went thru the side door but another came in the window, right beside my bed. Nonetheless, they were just shooting randomly. Then one of the gunmen came to the front door and kicked it with all his might. They had it set in their hearts to kill me once and for all. His kick was so hard that it split the door jamb from floor to ceiling but the door did not quite fall apart. They were not trying to escape: they were trying to kick down the door to come back inside and kill me.

If he kicked it again, the door would disintegrate, putting myself in their direct line of fire. Trying to hide was not an option if they were determined to break down the door. Dealing with two armed assassins, I had only 5 rounds to spare, no chance of reloading: I had to use them wisely. I aimed the S&W directly above the door knob and fired twice; my thinking was that if the hoodlums came thru, I would have 2 shots left for the first one and one shot for the second. No room for any errors.

BAM CLANK…Whatever happened, one of the men dropped his gun: it clanked loudly when it hit the porch. Then footsteps of persons running away...more pistol shots.

I then retrieved the telephone...desperately trying to call the JPD to request assistance. Of course, the computer was still turned on and I was scared to go to the lit room to turn it off so I could make the phone call. Finally, I realized that all I had to do was yank the computer cord out of the wall socket to turn the phone back on and managed to call the JPD. They were there within 5 minutes and one very brave young Jackson police officer said he was going to follow them. I told him "HELL NO! DON'T GO DOWN THERE. THEM GUYS GOT ONE BIG ASSED PISTOL AND THEY ARE DETERMINED TO SHOOT ANY THING ON SIGHT". I will not allow another human being to risk his own life in defense of mine.

I dissuaded him from that project but shortly afterward the JPD caught them both. Who, in his right mind, would risk another person's life by chasing down armed hoodlums through the woods, at night? It would be far preferable for them to escape forever, than have them kill an innocent person on the spot. I will be dead of old age before those two characters are released from prison because they are both going to draw about 40 years for their killing spree. Pacifism is not a valid philosophy but it is not a bad one either: unless and until someone can show me reason for harming another person...then I shall pretend to be a pacifist. But Klansmen should take note: just to be on the safe side, the .22 Smith & Wesson kit gun with 5 rounds (serial # M176895) has been upgraded to a Colt .357 magnum (serial # 64919L) with 200 rounds, among other improvements.

The Jackson Police Department returned the following day to take pictures of me, my little S&W kit gun and the bullet holes above the door knob. But they neglected to take pictures of the bullet holes entering into the house and they refused to examine or accept the 9MM cartridge casings from the rounds that those hoodlums fired at me. Willie Fred escaped scot-free for his two counts of attempted murder...just like always, Klansmen/Baptists in Mississippi are regarded as something like Gods: above and beyond the normal standards that the rest of us follow. It was Baptist preacher/Ku Klux Klansman Willie Fred who first sent two Jackson police officers to confront me, hoping that they would either kill me or isolate me in a dingy jail and there to be found, hanging from the bars with a bed sheet around my neck and the lame excuse: "he committed suicide."

Only a Klansman could have invented such a dumb ‘shooting-cars’ story. Klansmen always cultivate warm relations with local police officials, and when they decide to target someone for elimination, they start a campaign of fake tales to make the person appear dangerous or guilty of something. Telephone and radio records will prove this. The fabrication, collection, and distribution of phony records, then distributed nation-wide are the exact same tactics used by the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission for 20 years. The purpose of such tactics is to keep civil rights advocates from having jobs, owning property, operating a business, gaining possessions, exercising civil rights, voting and participating in the enjoyment of freedom and liberty that this country is founded upon. The fabrication and repetition of such inane stories amounts to nothing less than the crime of identity theft. A thief who steals someone's credit card and uses it to create a false record of a person is no worse than a police officer who runs up and down a neighborhood spreading false and malicious gossip about a person. Have these two officers no sense of right and wrong? Did these two officers believe that they are judge, jury and executioner? Have they no awareness that conspiring with Willie Fred to injure anyone is a crime?

Police everywhere create and retain records of every action they perform, every investigation they make. It is a crime to release those records to the public, although they frequently do so. But they have no aversion to releasing them to other police departments or government agencies. After a time, they render it impossible for their victims to find employment anywhere: their victims are permanently black-listed.

It was also Willie Fred and his Klan buddies who four days later provided those two juveniles with that 9MM pistol, showed them the way to my home and then instructed them to assassinate myself. Exactly as they have done for the past 150 years, the Klansmen involve so many persons in their killings that it is all but impossible to determine which one initiated their lynching. Each one will blame it on all the others. In Mississippi, Klansmen still rule a large segment of the judicial system today, not exactly as they did 20 years ago, but with the same results. It was not the first time that Klansmen have attempted to kill me by enlisting the aid of Mississippi police officials, but it was the one closest to success. Had they succeeded, there would have been no more than a two line obituary on page 5 in the local newspaper: No one but the perpetrators would have been any wiser. They could have had a grand time, snickering about it over coffee at Willie Fred's cafe. Willie Fred and his Klan buddies would have stolen every truck, machine and vehicle there within two days, never to be seen again. Willie Fred's coterie would have run away with every tool, appliance, shirt, table, my PC, my Smith and Wesson, chair, pot, dish and can of peas before the coroner put a name tag on my big toe. Klansmen are thieves: they stole nearly the entire public school system in the State of Mississippi. Running off with a bulldozer, backhoe or dump truck would not amount to a half drop in their loot bucket.

It was the exact same method by which Klansmen murdered Schwerner, Chaney and Goodman in 1964. The exact same method by which Klansmen dragged local law officers Price and Rainey into their crime. Left to state officials those three dead civil rights workers would never have been found, much less would their killers have been discovered or prosecuted. It was no one but the Federal Bureau of Investigation that solved that horrific injustice.

A few days later, Willie Fred claimed to have suffered a stroke and was unable to remember anything, answer questions, appear for a deposition, answer an interrogatory or appear for examination in judge William Skinner's court. Courts in Mississippi will do anything to protect Baptists/Klansmen like Willie Fred. When I tried to subpoena Preacher Hudgins to Hinds County Court, the court clerk demanded a cash bond of $56,000 to initiate the action. Anyone who places a $56,000 cash bond with any Mississippi court will never see his $56,000 again.

Three times the Ku Klux and its Baptist preachers (Kelly Drew Alexander, Chastaine Flynnt and Willie Hudgins) conspired, schemed, spied and plotted with the State of Mississippi to have drive me from my home and to have me killed. Each time they failed. How long will it be before Klansmen send more police officers to hide in my bushes at night with shotguns waiting for me to step outside? How long will it be before another Baptist preacher hires two more killers and sends them to kick down my door at night, come in my house and kill me?

The greatest tragedy of all is that Willie Fred ruined the lives and careers of two young men who will now become wards of the state for decades to come and cost the taxpayers untold thousands of dollars to accommodate them. Their careers are permanently wasted. They took all the blame and will pay all the consequences while the vicious preacher who put them up to that criminal act goes free: he is the one who ought to be enjoying his retirement in a cell with them in Parchman prison. He came within a quarter inch, a quarter second of getting a bullet in their hearts, not to mention my own heart. Arranging a gun-fight between three persons is nothing less than the insane bloodsport that Klansmen performed at their Coon-On-A-Log contests 46 years ago, only that time, they chose me to be the 'coon'. Such are the degenerate Klansmen/Baptists: they have no sense of decency or responsibility or respect for others, either black or white whatsoever. Now I know exactly how one man felt when Kelly Drew Alexander and his Klan degenerates chained him to a log on the low side of his dam in 1955 and then unleashed their coonhounds to tear him apart. It was just as terrifying to me as it was to him.

Justice would be better served if the gunmen were released and Willie Fred were prosecuted for it was he who put everyone in danger: me, the gunmen and the police.

Klansmen are absolutely fearless when it comes to beating an old woman to death or an 11 year-old-child or ganging up 15 of their own members to murder 3 unarmed civil rights workers or hiding in the bushes at night to shoot an innocent man in the back as was done to Medgar Evers. But when they face the prospect of lynching someone who might possibly own a little popgun, they invariably prefer to sub-contract the job out to local police or some juvenile delinquents. Despicable chickenlivers.

For all the free coffee and lunches that deacon Willie Fred hands out to Jackson police officers, I wonder how they would feel if his two hoodlums had killed one of their own fellow officers? How would they feel if Willie Fred had duped one of them into blasting me away? Where are the witnesses who saw me shooting cars? Where are the cars with bullet holes in them? Where is anyone who saw anyone shooting anything?

where is anyone who saw If I was shooting at cars…why has no one charged me with shooting at cars? Why do all public officials refuse to answer me? There are no such witnesses and there are no such bullet holes. The two Jackson police officers were lying through their teeth. No one saw anyone shooting anything. The whole story was invented by the Mississippi Ku Klux Klan and its Baptist preachers. One can excuse them for lying but one can never excuse them for spreading their malicious bull crap throughout the neighborhood. How many firearms were the two Jackson police officers carrying when they hid in the bushes ready to shoot me? What records exist of this event…any phone records? Email records? Faxes? Radio transmissions? If anything herein is false, he may correct it by sending me an email and I will print it here unchanged.

That ended that business. I sold all the equipment at half its value, loaded up my possessions and left that neighborhood. After those two Jackson police officers ran all through the neighborhood telling everyone that I was shooting their cars, it was too dangerous to remain there. They cost me $20,000 in lost assets (not to mention my mental health) but at least the Ku Klux Klan did not get any of it. Courts in Mississippi have invariably ruled that police can fabricate any amount of bullshit that strikes their fancy, no matter what it costs their victims in assets or legal fees. Why would anyone think it strange that so many eminent historians have chosen to label the State of Mississippi as a police state? As to that Jackson police officer who concealed himself with his 12 gauge pump shotgun behind my dump truck that I paid $11,800 to buy, did he think that money was spent for his benefit? That truck was my personal property: I did not spend $11,800 to give him a haven from which to hide like the rat assassin that he wanted to be and put a load of buckshot through my liver.

There is one and only one way to end all these criminal activities by the stinking, nauseating, murderous and malevolent State of Mississippi: that is to force them, shove it down their throats, make them eat it: The Bill of Rights as outlined in the United States Constitution is a document inviolate: No one violates the US Constitution. One can hardly expect the Attorney General of the State of Mississippi to have any knowledge of logic and scientific method (much less his minions) but anyone can understand the United States Constitution. It is, after all, based upon logic and scientific method. And if they violate it: prosecute them and stop that madness. Mississippi officials and the Ku Klux Klan tried so many times to have me killed or lynched that the sequence is confusing.

South Jackson Klan in today's news:

9/2/03 Byram
K.K.K. Targets Byram Neighborhood

By Dawn Russell
dawn@wlbt.net

The Ku Klux Klan is once again spreading unwelcome advertising using classified newspapers. At the first of the year, we told you about a flier that circulated in a Star subdivision. Now, the K.K.K. is targeting a Byram neighborhood. But this time the paper publisher is fighting back.

Harlen Jones says while he was jogging, he spotted the Ku Klux Klan fliers on driveways in and around Brookleigh Hills subdivision where he lives in Byram.

Jones says, "It's disturbing."

A neighbor Horace Wilson agrees. He says he also got the ad headlined "Wake Up White America," which has an article about Jackson city councilman Kenneth Stokes. It also includes contact information for the Orion Knights...including a phone number, email address and P.O. Box in Star.

Wilson says, "I didn't think they could do a thing like that."

The K.K.K. fliers came covered in plastic with a Thrifty Nickel. Beverly Smith, publisher of that classified newspaper, says she was shocked when more than 200 people called to complain about the insert.

Smith says, "Someone associated with the K.K.K. is opening our stands, taking all the papers and inserting the fliers in the middle and throwing them house to house."

But Smith says she's fighting back.

Smith says, "We want everybody to know we have no association and we'd take legal action if we could find out who to go after."

Smith says she has contacted the F.B.I., because she not only considers this a threat to her business...but also to targeted residents.

Smith says, "Its awful, awful...timed, dated. We're way past that. It needs to die a natural death."

Smith tells us this is a national problem that has been going on with other Thrifty Nickel papers for about a year. We tried to contact the Orion Knights, but they did not return our calls.

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