This, dear gentle reader, is the beginning of the true story of murder, corruption, torture and murder. I am terrified for my safety because the police are trying to get me murdered because i am a witness to massive corruption coming from the VCPD including Murder,conspiracy to commit murder,covering up of murder,extortion,fraud,blackmail,brain washing,torture,and there is a lot more but for now i am going to tell you about myself and how this all started.
I grew up on Vancouver Island in Chemainus BC where i went to school at Brent wood elementary School where i was picked on beat up by students and strapped by the principal but that was a pic nick compared to what was being done to me by my mom and dad.At the very early age of 4 i was rapped by someone that might have been a cousin and they tore the lining of my butt right out of my bum so now to this day i have the same problem when i go pooh the whole lining of my bum comes out and has to be pushed back in sometimes by hand. we were also sexually abused by most every neighbor some would get me stoned then molest me and my dad was told but did nothing. My dad had the rage of a thousand angry men and when he was mad we kids were the ones that paid for it with our bare skin. When we would argue like kids do he would make us pull our pants down and bend over the bed where he would whip us with an extension cord as hard as he possibly could and my dad was 6.2 and 220lbs and that extension cord would literally peel our shin off and put welts on our bleeding asses and that old saying you could not sit down for a week well it hurt every day till the day i ran away from home because we got the extension cord at least once a week some times more. We were beat with 2 by fours in the shed ,drown in the bath tub for not brushing our teeth made to stand in corners for hours on end ,locked in our bed rooms while they were at the bar,he even broke a plate over my head one day while i was washing the dishes from dinner and if al that don't get ya shaking your head listen to this one day he found 4 packs of 25 cigs and he made us eat them all with only half a glass of water and i thought i was going to die i got so sick the next day its a wonder the toxic tobacco never killed us i was told later.When he was sober he was OK some time and i was the only one out of us kids that would go hunting and fishing with him because he was so filled with rage when things did not go his way we were all terrified of him when he was hung over specially and even though he did what he did to me he was a good dad in many other ways he was just sick like i became with all the horror i was living through. i remember always thinking that i would never live to get a drivers license and when i went fishing and hunting i always thought he was going to kill me. One day i nearly drowned and he could not swim but rowed a boat to my rescue.My dad was in the air force and i was told that he was picked on there and there was a hint of him being picked on by my gram and gram pa. They were ministers of the church (Pentecostal) and they made us go to church and talk in tongues when we stayed with them and one time we were talking in tongues on the radio in there church they had in Surrey BC.By the time grade 5 rolled by me and my little brother Darrell were always getting into trouble somehow and one day while walking home from school on the train tracks we got the stupid idea to thrown rocks at the day liner (A TRAIN) and we were with a school friend named Monty Biggs and as the train drew nearer we all picked up rocks to throw but then decided not to and threw away the rocks but then my little brother picked his back up and threw it at the train and it happen to hit the window that the driver looks out and smashed in his face. The next day a cop comes by asking questions and i remember i was helping my dad do a tune up on the truck and we denied having anything to do with it but remember our friend Monty he only lived a few houses away and when they got to his house he told the truth and dam was my dad pissed but it was one of the only times we did something that he never whipped us but still got punished somehow i don't remember. Another time we threw rocks at the grey hound and smashed windows and when the bus stopped we could over hear someone saying it was the Watsons that did it and now for the likes of me i can't remember if we got into trouble for that.and i remember the way we thought as kids because we got beat most times for things we did not do or for doing things that kids did like argue man did we get it if we argued like whose turn is it to wash the dished tonight but by the time i was in grade 5 i was seeing a psychiatrist because i was so hyper all the time and i remember being put on Valium or some drug to calm me down because the reason i went to see that doctor was because i would get whipped because i peed the bed most every night and my mom told the doctor what my dad was doing to us kids and he said the reason i peed the bed was because my dad beat us so bad and it was around then where i was put in a private school to split me and my brother up like i was the bad kid but i was not worse than my little brother he was the one who got me into trouble most times and i think i picked up a resentment about being put in that school.There were people there from all over the world and cost $3000 a year. It was called Cliff side preparatory School for boys and it was on Shawnigan lake very beautiful and there i was sexually abused by gay students and beat by the school teachers and we had to wear suits when we were out side school and out fits when we were in school. There was a crest on our suit jacket and it said Faith Courage and loyalty and they seemed to like the color green because everything that we got to wear was green sort of made me feel important when i was not at school and had to wear the suit and tie home wards. ya we got in a little trouble there only because the female private school was only hop skip and jump down the train tracks where we met every week or so. Before i went to the private school my dad was not the only person whipping us because 1 day my dad made him whip us with the extension cord sort of teaching him and if he did not do it hard my dad would beat him and even when my dad was whipping us with the cord if we cried or screamed he would whip us till we stopped crying.When my dad was not home though my older brother used to beat the crap out of me and he never got punished for it etither. He and my sister Cheryl got away with everything and only me and my little brother got it all the time. It was not much later when my oldest brother left home and i started to hang around older people with racing cars and mechanic and body shops got my first car and nearly died in it when i hit a pole after hitting black ice at 3am and managed to snap the pole on impact and survive with only a few cuts from hitting to mirror on impact. I then managed to put the car in reverse and untangle myself from being wrapped around the pole and back the car a few blocks to a friends place where i called a friend with a tow truck and he came and picked me and the car up and we went to his shop where i always hang out,i was pissed by the way and had blood all over myself because when i got woken up the next morning i had blood all over my face and it had dried so when i got up the pillow was stuck to my face and my friend is trying to tell me to look out the window so i did and what do i see "The cops taking paint samples from my car it was a Javelin and it was bent in half nearly a total write off you could say.
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW ..............By Murray Watson
