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Fredo Reigns Under BLM

, The Detroit News Published 11:00 p.m. ET Aug. 5, 2020

Saul Alinsky isn’t the one setting the rules for the radicals controlling the streets of some of America’s largest cities. It’s Don Vito Corleone.

Alinski, the late revolutionary whose “Rules for Radicals” inspired a generation of activists, some of who’ve reached the pinnacle of power, advocated a step-by-step erosion of America’s values and institutions.

Corleone, Hollywood’s most famous mob boss, was less patient, sticking the bloody consequences of defying him right in the face of his targets.

The Godfather’s methods are preferred by today’s social justice mobs.

Witness the demands leveled by Black Lives Matter in Louisville, where ongoing and often violent demonstrations have effectively rendered unusable the city’s hip East Market District, or NuLu as it’s popularly known.

In a letter to the NuLu business community, the activists offered peace in exchange for a long list of demands to give African Americans a greater cut of the action in Louisville’s surging downtown.

The list calls for representation of African Americans equal to their piece of the city’s population — 23% — in district jobs, management positions, business ownership, nonprofit boards, etc.

On paper, it’s a worthy goal. I was among those who early on called out the scarcity of Black participation in Detroit’s downtown comeback.

But as hard quotas, with harsh repercussions for not meeting them, they are nothing more than a shakedown. If the 23% target is missed, businesses will be required to make a donation equal to 1.5% of net sales to local Black organizations.

The other demands are straight out of Soviet and Chinese re indoctrination camps.

Business owners must swear the equivalent of a loyalty oath by posting in a prominent place their support of reparations for slavery. They and their staffs must submit to biannual diversity, equity and inclusion training conducted by pre-approved Black female trainers. They then must participate in quarterly community “round tables” where their progress toward compliance will be judged.

The shakedown payment is just the start of the Mob-style coercion.

Businesses that fail to agree to the terms face the outright threat of ruin. BLM promises a campaign of  intense intimidation.

The actions threatened include blasts of the non-compliance on “all social media platforms” and via mail. Public boycotts organized online of “your NuLu establishment AND any other business ventures owned by you.”

Also, “Visible, media-covered demonstration/sit-in outside your establishment.”

And something called “Invasive Reclamation,” which means staffing booths and tables outside a business where competing Black businesses can offer their wares.

The threats seem to meet the legal definition of extortion: “The gaining of property or money by almost any kind of force or threat of violence, property damage, harm to reputation, or unfavorable government action.”

That charge has landed a lot of mob figures in the slammer. But the BLM mobsters fear no such reprisals.

They know they’re free to adopt the tactics of the Godfather because so many American cities are being run by prototypes of his bumbling boy Fredo.

Originally posted 2020-08-06 08:19:11.

We All Have Some

While we may not admit it, no matter what one’s walk of life was we all have had Godfathers at times who helped with the ladder of success. Personally, I had many in my career; however, there was one who stood head and shoulders above the rest. He had more to do with my career than anyone else, especially during my early years as an Enlisted Marine. His name was Lee Manuel Bradley, Sr.

We first met in 1962 as DI’s at PISC. He a Sgt, me a Cpl. Lee taught me much during our nearly two years together. While only a  year or so older than me, he taught me much more than how to be a better DI or Marine.

There was a policy in force at the time that two DI’s could not work two platoons together in sequence. How was it then that Lee and I worked three straight platoons together; he as the Senior DI (SDI) and me as the Junior DI (JDI)? Well, during our third platoon, I ask Lee that very question, and he shared with something that I never revealed to anyone. He said when the four seniors had been designated, they met with the Chief DI and picked their juniors. No one wanted me because they thought I beat recruits. I was loud, seemingly overbearing, aggressive acting type DI. The wild JDI that remained the disciplinarian throughout the 13 weeks while the SDI and other JDI backed off some. I was the discipline maintainer of the team.  From my outward actions and  appearances everyone thought I beat on recruits – I did not! Strangely we were allowed to work three straight platoon together and no one said a thing about it except to complain because we came in first in everything e.g., drill competition, 30 and 60 day tests,  inspections, etc. We were the team the beat; we were known as the “Two B’s.”

I will not regale all the other influences Lee had on my career. If you have read “The Book” you know all about them. They were indeed very influential.  In fact after our third platoon together, Lee transferred to Quantico, and I picked up the next platoon as the SDI. While he never admitted it, I am certain he had something to with assignment.

However, the biggest influence of all was getting me assigned to Marine Barracks, Washington, D.C. where I eventually was commissioned, and Lee was there to serve up my first salute.

It’s all in the book. In fact Lee’s name shows up in the book more than any other Marine with whom I served.

Sadly, Lee passed away on 29 August of this year. The world lost another of its heroes. Someone who made a difference every where he went and with whom he touched. I have personally lost many great Marine brothers this year, it has something to do with our age. As Charlie Tyrian (Col, USMC (Ret), who’s also in the book repeatedly told me when I turned 80, “Welcome to the decade of death.” However, the loss of Lee still tugs at my heart strings

I wept profusely when I received word from Lee’s oldest daughter, Geneva, that he had passed. Our current world is losing its heroes everyday, and this time it lost a huge one. All I could think about was the last we talked on the phone (he in CA and me in FL, 1000’s of miles apart) and how we laughed and joked about our times together. Why did I not call him more often is the question that keeps running through my mind as I think about Lee and his influence on me as a person and a Marine.

I know he is up there in the hands of the Lord and I am sure He has some special missions for Lee. Until The “Two B’s” are together again, save me an assignment Lee. May you be blessed as the godfather to so many souls here on earth. I love you Lee as the brother I never had.

God bless you Sgt Major!

Semper Fi,
The other “B”