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| Three Steps to Heaven | |
| By Leo | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 03 September 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This piece is about one mans relationship with God, as he journeys towards heaven. It’s possibly the ugliest piece I’ve written. This is because it’s about ugly people, the likes of which do exist. As a result of the nasty themes and language, reader discretion is advised. Eric Daniels chose to hate. It was a free will thing. Like getting inked today. The needleman pulled back to admire his work, taking a slug of tequila. Blood and spite poured from the thick black swastika, like pus. “You’re one of Gods soldiers now boy. Its your duty to cleanse the filth from the earth …” “Hallelujah brother, amen to that ” They threw nazi salutes at the huge picture dominating the wall. Under Adolph’s vitriol soaked face, it read ‘We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children’*." Eric also chose crime. He was strictly low rent, robbing queers and whores, passing bad cheques. For $300 he caught 0 to 5 in Utah pen. That was doable if you keep your head down, but the Aryan Brotherhood preached the sort of gospel that fell sweetly on Eric ears. He gave thanks, and fell in with the ranks of soldiers. They had nothing to kill but time. And niggers. The riot jazzed his blood. He wanted to fuck the system. He threw faeces in the face of a guard. He enjoyed it as she ran away screaming, with his shit stuck to her face. Then Troy Kell walked into his life. Sweet, clean cut, charming, beautiful Troy. Troy, who at 18, shot a boy six times in the face and left his body in the desert to bloat and rot. Troy, who gave other boys a guided tour of the kill site, giggling as greasy maggots writhed in the fat purple corpse. Troy had a beef with Lonnie Blackmon. Blackmon was a robber with stone fists and black skin. Troy got a handcuff key and a shank. The kill was on. One on one he might have taken him, but Lonnie was a biiiig man. He needed help. Eric chose to step up. They took him down, and Eric pinned him good. Troy plunged the knife in 67 times. The prosecutor counted each and every blow when he played the CCTV back. Dark images then plagued his dreams. The knife stuck in his face, his head lifting clear of the floor as Kell withdrew the blade. Exultant, he screamed ‘White power’, blood and sweat dripping from his guilty hands. Eric clung tight to Blackmon’s piss soaked legs, until he bled out across the cellblock floor against the cacophony of inmates leaping up and down like demented, monkeys in a cage. God’s work was done. Condemned to a concrete tomb, Eric reflected very long, and very hard. He made bad choices. His heart was heavy. He prayed. God listened. “I came to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ**” Today Eric counts down the days, playing sweet saxophone. Blue notes fly, and the brothers’ dig the vibe. On judgement day the sweet fanfare of angels will ring out, as he walks into paradise for eternity. The wages of sin may be death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen Footnote. The ‘flesh’ wrapped around this work is entirely fictional, however the ‘bones’ are factual. Eric Daniels was affiliated to the white supremacist movement, he does have the swastika tattoo (along with race hate tattoos), he did fake a cheque and get sent to prison, he was involved in the riot, and he did attack the female guard with his slops. Crucially he did assist Troy Kell in the brutal murder of Lonnie Blackmon, a black prison inmate. Thereafter he did ‘find’ his ‘true’God. While Daniels sees out his life sentence without parole, Kell sits on Death Row. Daniels currently resides in Jersey correctional facility, and does play saxophone in the prison band. They are called ‘shackled intelligence’, and they are a mixed race group. *The 14 words. An expression attributed to David Lane, KKK and Christian Identity member. His group were responsible for bombing a synagogue and the murder of the radio presenter Alan Berg. The Christian Identity movement contend that white Europeans are the literal descendants of the Israelites, who are God's Chosen People. They contend that whilst Jews are the ultimate enemy, other non-Whites and non-Christians are ‘sub-human’ and should be killed **This statement was transcribed from the HBO documentary ‘Gladiator Days: Anatomy of a prison murder’
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