What does ex-Mafia underboss Sammy “The Bull” Gravano,” ex-Harlem drug kingpin Frank Lucas and hip-hop blogger Khalil Amani have in common? We were all in the freakin’ Federal Witness Protection Program! Sammy, for his Mafia ties, Frank, for peddling dope and Khalil, for confronting and standing up to religious thuggery. Why am I telling you this? You’ll understand by the end of this confession. (I’m on my “Usher” ish right about now! “These are my confessions…”)
Unlike rappers like The Game, who was on TV’s “Change of Heart” (a dating show trying to find love) and a stripper or Rick Ross, who was a Correctional Officer—these guys never talk about their goody-goody past lives. They would rather not own up to their paths, because they’re worried about hip-hop imagery, which glorifies gangsterism, drug culture and street cred. Indeed, they care what people think about them! If it’s not conducive to hip-hop culture (like having a day job!), they’d rather not talk about it. That’s where they—and I differ.
Some might think I’ve “Trojan Horsed” the hip-hop blogging game after reading this, but that simply isn’t the case. I’ve never cared to hide my past life. In fact, I wrote a 373-page book about my past life entitled, “My Id: Ignant & Dissfunkshunal! Life in the Yahweh Cult and the Witness Protection Program” (iuniverse.com 2007 ISBN 978-0-595-45389-4), where I detail my work for the F.B.I. and having to enter the Federal Witness Security Program (the correct name for the Witness Protection Program a.k.a. “Witsec”).
I’ve never ran from or shied away from talking about my cooperation with the F.B.I. back-in-the-day. Over the years, I’ve been featured on three (3) national TV shows talking about my (cult) experience—in 1988 CBS’s, “West 57th Street,” in 2010 The Biography Channel’s, “I Survived a Cult” and in 2013, The Biography Channel’s “Escaping Evil.” My story has been told in the Sunday edition of The Miami Herald as well as numerous other publications. A book, written by Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, Sydney P. Freedberg entitled, “Brother Love: Murder, Money and a Messiah”(Pantheon Books, 1994 ISBN 0-679-42015-0) also details much of my story. Here I am in 1988 on “West 57th Street.” (Jherl Curl and all!)
We all know how hip-hop feels about people cooperating with the government! They are labeled “snitches”—even if one’s cooperation rid the neighborhood of the vermin that rapes & murders our people. To hear an ignorant rapper like Cam’ron tell it, he’d rather move out of the neighborhood rather than “snitch” on the rapist and child molester next door. That’s what he told “60 Minutes” some years ago.
(*I’m so glad Troi Torain aka Star & Buc Wild started the “Start Snitching” campaign! In a 1st World, Free & Democratic society there must be a “Rule of Law.” Without the “Rule of Law” your country will digress into a 3rd World Whorehouse where criminality rules the day. This is why the “code of the streets” and criminals abhor so-called “snitching,” unaware that there is a civilian code that commands citizens to stand up to crime.)
Somehow, hip-hop has romanticized criminality, after the deeds and codes of the Italian Mafia and come to the ghettoized conclusion that “Snitches get Stitches.”
Without writing another 373-pages on why I was in the Federal Witness Security Program (you can buy my book or Google me to get the particulars)—I was once part of a murderous & racist cult in Miami, referred to as “The Yahwehs” who taught that all white people were devils; that white Jews were imposters and black people were God’s “Chosen People”—the real Hebrews of the Bible. There is plenty of stuff on the Internet about the leader, Yahweh ben Yahweh (who claimed to be the messiah) and how he had people doing his killing for him—mind you, mostly black people. I was one of Yahweh ben Yahweh’s original followers. For five years I saw and witnessed many unspeakable atrocities. After that I left, only to be hounded by members who sought to harm me. Couple that by the fact that the cult had taken my children from me led me to cooperate with the government. That’s the short end of it. Call me a “snitch” if you will, but when it came to my children and secondly, the black (Miami) community—I didn’t give a fuck! I’d do it all over again! I’m proud of the work I put in with the Bureau!