By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
I was born on Easter Sunday, just before dawn, and although I never bothered to verify it until decades later, the date and time proved correct on my certificate. I was also born to be a dad, and that made my daughters possible. Although I wished them a Happy Easter today, as usual, I got no reply.
It’s been like that for years. Never found to be unfit as a parent, subject of any agency report or charged with any crime, the years spent with my girls as a “noncustodial parent” (due to my male birth status) were filled with events to make any child envious. Trips to Manhattan, the ocean, our nation’s capital, lakes, skiing, climbing and school events comprised only some of our experiences without incident. I built them a playground on my two acre property that rivaled our finest local parks.
Then their “custodial parent” decided that they should have a new father, someone she admitted to be pursuing strictly for his wealth. And the many custody judges assigned to my case, including removed pedophile family judge, Bryan Hedges, made no mention of this illicit agenda for over ten years. Instead, one who frequented a bar with his children, Daniel King of Lewis County Family Court, placed bizarre conditions upon me such as “prohibited alcohol related gestures” (a wedding toast) to make continued father-daughter relationships impossible.
They could find no reliable proof of unfit parenting so they simply made things up and any attack on my reputation to discredit the reform message and court corruption I was publicizing across the country. So intense was the legalized kidnapping that the wealthy substitute dad actually tried to run me over with his Cadillac last summer. It was witnessed by a bar manager who happened to be near the sidewalk I was crossing the street toward.
We live in a world today dominated by money. It can buy judges, lawyers and politicians. Anyone so naïve to believe otherwise should look up the many bribery and extortion cases coming out of divorce and family courts, judges like ex-New York Chief Judge Sol Wachtler, Gerald Garson and Thomas Spargo sent to federal prisons. And they are only a few of the ones who actually got caught.
But you can learn all about that in my recent book, Satan’s Docket: Corruption and Carnage in America’s Divorce Industry. Today’s holiday post is focused on a far greater crime, this epidemic sweeping across America as part of a New World Order to take control of our children. It is being accomplished through an antiquated “custody” system mandated by federal Title IV-D funding laws.
Like the drug industry, this epidemic has turned our courts into a trillion dollar industry while transforming cooperative parenting into lucrative war zones. It has also produced fatherless children like the one in Parkland, Florida, who decided one day to murder fellow classmates just for kicks. My own ex-wife lacks all moral compass when lying repeatedly under oath to the glee of corrupt judges anxious to exploit her stupidity to avenge my public criticisms.
And that brings us to Walter Scott. You may remember him as the unarmed father shot dead five times in the back by a psycho cop near Charleston, South Carolina while fleeing a child support warrant at a traffic stop. Our government is now killing for money and resurrecting debtor prisons using our children as justification. Adolph Hitler explained this agenda in his famous book, Mein Kampf, i.e. if you can get the people believing that you’re acting in their children’s “best interests,” they will “happily” give up their rights.
Walter Scott is solid proof of this agenda for all the unbelievers. I spoke out at his 2015 funeral before national media to emphasize that this was not so much a race crime as it was a gender crime, one targeting dads and the destruction of fatherhood in America. After discussing it with a New York Times reporter and appearing on the Charleston evening news, I got some mainstream media traction, especially when the funeral pastor preached the same conclusion I did.
Walter Scott’s murder, captured on an i-phone by an unseen by-stander, was, by far, the most horrific one in the Black Lives Matter crusade. Unlike the others, Scott was unarmed, he raised nothing resembling a weapon, and he was running from a money debt not any criminal act. Worse yet, Title IV-D state court revenue was among the objectives of the arrest warrant resulting in his murder.
Despite all this, time and again, when the national media recites these murders, Walter Scott is notoriously absent. No doubted calculated to protect the money trail, this practice resembles incidents like the Selma, Alabama anniversary march with George Bush cropped out of a New York Times photo or the television reporter, who never was, claiming to be flying in a helicopter over Iraq during a news feature. Walter Scott is purposely omitted because it raises the taboo subject of father discrimination and draconian law enforcement practices that threaten the New World Order.
In a March 31, 2018 front page story in the New York Daily News, a series of black victims are named in civil rights history ending with Trayvon Martin. Walter Scott is not among them. Again, today, in an Associated Press story by Corey Williams carried nationally, a summary of recent black murders is given. Still no mention of Walter Scott. Lawyer Benjamin Crump is featured in that story because he has been assisting victim families to get monetary compensation. The largest of these to date is the family of Walter Scott which recovered $6 million. So why was it “cropped out?”
The war on dads is very real. I may be among the most profound examples of this given the inhumane retributions I sustained as a result of my parent equality crusade across the country. As a prominent civil rights attorney who obtained jury verdicts and six figure recoveries for civil rights victims, including white landowners and sexually harassed women, these witch hunters can discredit my public message using the mother of my children as their stooge, but they can never take away my accomplishments.
As I look back on these past ten years of persecution, I often come to the conclusion that my sacrifices have been in vain. No one donates, few show up at our rallies, and keyboard warriors prefer the comfort of their private homes. Accordingly the epidemic grows, and the day is destined to arrive when some victim will explode to take horrific action at some courthouse or law office. Thomas Ball nearly did exactly that before burning himself alive in front of a family court and leaving behind a cryptic manifesto.
While I have done all I could to prevent such a holocaust, I have moved no mountains. After a record 40 trial judges were disqualified from my originally uncontested divorce, a racist judge who makes violent threats from the bench has now been assigned to finish me off as an “Acting Family Judge.” My website has been highly censored and I can recite little progress. If any, it has occurred among individual cases only. Occasionally I get inspiration from a friend, family member, stranger, caller or even a cleric, one such as Reverend James Forbes, the “Martin Luther King” of Manhattan.
However, on this Easter Sunday, a Christian celebration of resurrected life, I got some unexpected inspiration from a pastor at St. Paul’s Church in Whitesboro, New York. I cannot deliver it as eloquently as he did, but I would like to share it with you, especially all those who have stayed in the fight against the odds for so many years. You know who you are. The sermon goes something like this:
One day God directed a man to move a large stone by pressing against it each day with all his might. After months of doing so, the man grew weary. He had not moved that giant rock a single inch and began to accept the reality that he never could. Satan therefore intervened and suggested that he give it a day’s rest especially as it happened to be a Sunday. Surely a good God would accept such rest on his day and recognize all the daily commitment. But the man turned Satan down and kept on pushing against that rock however foolish he may have looked. Finally, the man asked God why he had committed him to such an impossible task. It was then that God replied that this was a test of his faith, and because he had honored the directive, God would now move that rock for him.