Former Justice of the Peace Harold Lee
Railroaded on trumped up charges by the
BIA gambling cartel's paid enforcers (the DoG police)
Unless, the law was unjust in the first
instance a felony statute cannot be sanctified as lawful behavior or become moral by the malfeasance and negligence of public officers, who have
declined to their duty to uphold the law.
In 1988 various elected officers sworn to uphold the laws of Arizona, used an unlawful mandate from Congress to grant a crime sanctuary to the rigged slot machine Cartel, within Arizona State tribal lands, overseen by the Bureau of Indian Affairs. The BIA and State officials enjoined a plot to skirt Arizona anti gambling statutes. These public officers simply disregarded their oath to protect the people of Arizona, and gave over their defenseless constituents to the BIA's rigged slot machine Empire. The mandate was later overturned by the Courts but, no one seems to have noticed until now.
Unable to locate a professional journalist with the courage to do battle against the BIA reservation crime cartel and, with the Free press wallowing in popcorn buckets full of the Bureau of Indian Affairs tainted booty, no professional journalist can be found willing to tell the story. Frankly, from our perspective the mainstream media are merely laundering money for an outlawed, amoral business enterprise. Worse still, they have brought legitimate businesses and professional sports franchises along with them in condoning the amoral business practices of the statutorily banished, amoral, non taxed crime syndicate.
Recently, the Arizona Attorney General at the behest of BIA gambling syndicate, forced me to stand alone and face down a 20 year prison term, in order to protect my 1st Amendment right to lodge a petition and list of grievances with the government. I filed just such a petition with state and local prosecutors in May of 2005. For more than five years prosecutors redressed that petition by allowing our players association to open poker rooms for adult members within their jurisdiction.
The BIA gambling cartel cried foul and let loose the DoG police to extort me and my associates back into their crime infested casino card parlors, where we are abused by the casino's silly jackpot poker schemes. Where, the house pilfers the poker player prize pools. Both are felony acts under Arizona law. Oddly, none of this information is newsworthy to the Arizona press corps?
Regrettably, mainstream media outlets in Arizona appear to have developed a strong addiction to the tainted fruit of the BIA’s rigged slot machine Empire and are intentionally stonewalling this story from the public. Because my entire trial was conducted without the media in attendance, the press corps was not present to hear the State’s plea to the Court to silence me, and prevent me from sharing this story with the people of Arizona. Too my great relief the Court summarily rejected the State's request.
The entire press corps, which appears to be deaf and dumb, also missed the trial Court's comment noting; it took courage to stand alone and face down a 3 count felony indictment for conspiracy and racketeering. How alone? Whether, it was from a justifiable fear of the DoG enforcers, who were always present in the room, or a lack of knowledge as to time and place, outside of the essential court personnel and the DoG enforcers, the room was empty.
Only the State prosecutor and his DoG cronies (all of them paid by the BIA gambling cabal) were present at my sentencing. Trust me; it was a very lonely feeling. Not one member of the Arizona press corps was present to record that the judicial system had flatly refused to join the DoG police enforcers, in their concerted effort to railroad me into silence, while guarding their employer’s monopolistic claim over professional poker.
The media also took no notice that the trial Court decided Justice would best be served in my case by declining to impose any punishment on me. Nor, would the Court impose any punishment on my former associates, who were indicted with me, but were scheduled to plead guilty to lesser charges, after being required to testify for the State at my trial.
I should note that I urged both of my former associates to take a plea agreement for the sake of their families. The cause only required one sacrificial lamb to be brought before the Bar of Justice. Since, it had been my 1st Amendment petition that started the process way back in 2005; I was looking forward to the honor of defending it alone.
Following is the story that mainstream media executives, and their
cronies from the BIA gambling cartel, do not want anyone to notice.
However, I am heartened by the old saw that says: “You can fool some of the people all of
the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool
all of the people all of the time.
The Arizona press corps cannot hold the lid down on this stinker forever. Eventually, an ethical journalist will sniff out the story and report it with skill and competence. Regrettably, because I am not a journalist, my efforts to share the story may sometimes be harder to comprehend. Regardless, I will trudge ahead until the mainstream media awakes from their long slumber, and assumes the responsibility to inform the public of the true history and nature of the BIA crime cartel, as well as the true reason for the formation of the reservation banished criminal gambling cartel.
Following is a short overview of the issues we will be exposing in the documentary on the Arizona Poker War, commencing when prosecutors were served with the ACL petition in 2005. A second petition is being crafted online at www.pokerplayerarmy.com For additional background information on the decade long Poker War visit www.icgpa.org
OUT OF BOUNDS
The untold story of the Arizona Poker War
Professional Poker Players vs. BIA Gambling Syndicate
Out of Bounds is dedicated with love and respect to the Mother of my children, along with all of those Native American Mothers (past and present) forced to languish with their children and grandchildren, in isolation and abject poverty on government reservations.
All, of this suffering is being endured, while they struggle in vain to guard their birthright and the lands of their ancestors, from BIA overlords and too many of that agency’s criminal comrades and cronies. In the name of God and humanity; when will the American people free these wretched souls?
7th President of the United States
Brutal Slave Owner
Indian Killer Extraordinaire
Architect of BIA Ethnic Cleansing Policy
Poker War graphics and misc. images ---
BIA Seal - Now that is lipstick on a pig
Current DoG Czar
To his credit Former Governor Symington declined to enter into the State-Tribal Gambling Compact mandated by Congress. He correctly concluded that the compact violated the laws he had sworn to uphold. Ironically, he too was subsequently convicted of a felony. It is not outside the realm of possibility that his prosecution was helped along by the BIA gambling interests that railroaded me?
Former DoG Director Gary Husk
It is with considerable diffidence that I attempt to address the American people, knowing and feeling sensibly my incompetency; and believing that your highly and well improved minds would not be well entertained by the address of a Choctaw. But having determined to emigrate west of the Mississippi river this fall, I have thought proper in bidding you farewell to make a few remarks expressive of my views, and the feelings that actuate me on the subject of our removal. Believing that our all is at stake and knowing that you readily sympathize with the distressed of every country, I confidently throw myself upon your indulgence and ask you to listen patiently. I do not arrogate to myself the prerogative of deciding upon the expediency of the late treaty, yet I feel bound as a Choctaw, to give a distinct expression of my feelings on that interesting, (and to the Choctaws), all important subject. We were hedged in by two evils, and we chose that which we thought the least. Yet we could not recognize the right that the state of Mississippi had assumed, to legislate for us.—Although the legislature of the state were qualified to make laws for their own citizens, that did not qualify them to become law makers to a people that were so dissimilar in manners and customs as the Choctaws are to the Mississippians. Admitting that they understood the people, could they remove that mountain of prejudice that has ever obstructed the streams of justice, and prevent their salutary influence from reaching my devoted countrymen. We as Choctaws rather chose to suffer and be free, than live under the degrading influence of laws, which our voice could not be heard in their formation.
Much as the state of Mississippi has wronged us, I cannot find in my heart any other sentiment than an ardent wish for her prosperity and happiness.
I could cheerfully hope, that those of another age and generation may not feel the effects of those oppressive measures that have been so illiberally dealt out to us; and that peace and happiness may be their reward. Amid the gloom and horrors of the present separation, we are cheered with a hope that ere long we shall reach our destined land and that nothing short of the basest acts of treachery will ever be able to wrest it from us, and that we may live free. Although your ancestors won freedom on the field of danger and glory, our ancestors owned it as their birthright, and we have had to purchase it from you as the vilest slaves buy their freedom.
Yet it is said that our present movements are our own voluntary acts—such is not the case. We found ourselves like a benighted stranger, following false guides, until he was surrounded on every side, with fire and water. The fire was certain destruction, and a feeble hope was left him of escaping by water. A distant view of the opposite shore encourages the hope; to remain would be inevitable annihilation. Who would hesitate, or who would say that his plunging into the water was his own voluntary act? Painful in the extreme is the mandate of our expulsion. We regret that it should proceed from the mouth of our professed friend, for whom our blood was co-mingled with that of his bravest warriors, on the field of danger and death.
But such is the instability of professions. The man who said that he would plant a stake and draw a line around us, that never should be passed, was the first to say he could not guard the lines, and drew up the stake and wiped out all traces of the line. I will not conceal from you my fears, that the present grounds may be removed. I have my foreboding; who of us can tell after witnessing what has already been done, what the next force may be. I ask you in the name of justice, for repose for myself and for my injured people. Let us alone—we will not harm you, we want rest. We hope, in the name of justice, that another outrage may never be committed against us, and that we may for the future be cared for as children, and not driven about as beasts, which are benefited by a change of pasture.
Taking an example from the American government, and knowing the happiness which its citizens enjoy under the influence of mild republican institutions, it is the intention of our countrymen to form a government assimilated to that of our white brethren in the United States, as nearly as their condition will permit. We know that in order to protect the rights and secure the liberties of the people, no government approximates so nearly to perfection as the one to which we have alluded. As east of the Mississippi we have been friends, so west we will cherish the same feelings with additional fervour; and although we may be removed to the desert, still we shall look with fond regard, upon those who have promised us their protection. Let that feeling be reciprocated.
Friends, my attachment to my native land was strong—that cord is now broken; and we must go forth as wanderers in a strange land! I must go—Let me entreat you to regard us with feelings of kindness, and when the hand of oppression is stretched against us, let me hope that a warning voice may be heard from every part of the United States, filling the mountains and valleys will echo, and say stop, you have no power, we are the sovereign people, and our friends shall no more be disturbed. We ask you for nothing that is incompatible with your other duties.
We go forth sorrowful, knowing that wrong has been done. Will you extend to us your sympathizing regards until all traces of disagreeable oppositions are obliterated, and we again shall have confidence in the professions of our white brethren. Here is the land of our progenitors, and here are their bones; they left them as a sacred deposit, and we have been compelled to venerate its trust; it dear to us, yet we cannot stay, my people is dear to me, with them I must go. Could I stay and forget them and leave them to struggle alone, unaided, unfriended, and forgotten, by our great father? I should then be unworthy the name of a Choctaw, and be a disgrace to my blood. I must go with them; my destiny is cast among the Choctaw people. If they suffer, so will I; if they prosper, then will I rejoice. Let me again ask you to regard us with feelings of kindness. Yours, with respect, GEORGE W. HARKINS
Source: Niles’ Register, February 25, 1832, 41:480. Note: Harkins’ letter was reprinted from a paper in Natchez, Mississippi. Preceding it was a prefatory statement from that paper, titled “The Choctaw’s Lament,” as follows:
“In our paper today, will be found an address to the American people, by George W. Harkins, the present chief of the Choctaw nation. Capt. Harkins is the nephew and successor in office of Greenwood Laflour [sic]; and is now on his way with a large body of people, to their new residence in the west. The address was hastily written with a pencil, on board of the steam boat Huron, the day before his arrival at our landing. The time was so short as to afford Capt. Harkins no opportunity to send us a revised sheet.
“To the speculators and land jobbers, whose grasping avarice force this people from their homes and the graves of their forefathers, the language of this address will be unintelligible; but there are others, who, we presume, are not entirely devoid of shame, and to whom some allusion is made, who will feel the full force of its mild, but pointed rebuke.”