...He was born in an Apostolic/Pentecostal religion. His mother having eleven children bore the twelfth. While she was in the child infirmary in St. Vincent Hospital located in downtown Indianapolis, on Fall Creek and Capitol Avenue, an officer of the Federal government had come into her room. Stated what the federal government knew about her family having ten boys and one girl. This last one they were asking for an offering.
“How are you this fine Thursday Mrs. Hopson? We are not
going to take up too much of your time believe me. We just have a little, what
you may call an opportunity for a Mother in your position.”
“I don’t understand? What are you talking about? I just gave
birth not three hours ago. What possibly are you talking about? Where is my son Chauncey?” She said wearily.
“Oh, Mrs. Hopson we understand. And we have been keeping note of
your childbearing years. And let me look through my papers…It says that this is your twelfth child since your first born in 1940. Is that correct?”
“Yes. But I’m so very tired. What is this about? Chauncey. Where is Chauncey? Morgan, my husband, his Father had to work. Chauncey had to be here during this birth. Where is he? Chauncey!?”
“He's fine Mrs. Hopson. Don't you worry your tired self-none. We've nourished him. He was famished. Anyway...Well as you know this is Friday December 31st,. We are about to be into the near of Our Father's new year of 1966. And with that information set
forth as being true. We would like to take over your child’s life.”
“What?!” Mrs. Hopson said coming out of a birth ridden
drugged injected opioid fog....
(Peace! More to come...)
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