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Fighting for His Rights: One Man's Quest to Stop Israeli-like Roadblocks and Other Unconstitutional Madness in the State of Alabama
Childress intends to drive this hearse with a copy of the “14th Amendment” inside a casket to its burial. You can tell he's no fan of Obama, the white-hating candidate.
Olaf Childress is on a quest: He wants to stop the unconstitutional road-blocks being set up in his area. He wants to fight the tyranny that he sees occurring in this once great land: America is becoming more like Israel by the day--a land filled with Trotskyist-judges, a diverse population, insane laws, and road-blocks everywhere. As we turn our heads and turn on the TV, our nation is quickly becoming a third world police state, with us being stopped everywhere and our bags and cars routinely searched for no reason.
Olaf is tired of all this nonsense, and is working to put an end to it. And, while he's at it, he plans to make it known what he thinks of some of the other garbage that's been spewing in America--in particular, the 14th Amendment, which was never properly ratified, as an article in U.S. News and World Report once properly noted. Indeed, the Congressional Record once highlighted a judge's findings on this matter, who unequivocally showed that the 14th was never properly accepted.
Read about Olaf's most recent experiences, when he refused to furnish documentation at a road-block, and was promptly arrested and fined. He is now appealing the case.
“Baldwin County Circuit Clerk’s office. This is Sue. How may I help you?”
“Olaf Childress here. Thirty days ago, Silverhill Municipal Court Clerk Amy Macon accepted $1,250 from me, and said that amount of bondage also bound you to announce within two weeks a jury hearing for this appellant’s arguments on where Judge Raines erred in summoning, briefly ‘hearing,’ and sentencing me last month to hand over $1,900 for my alleged ‘crimes’ of non-cooperation at a police roadblock.”
Following a quickie search, the circuit clerk came back, stating: “Judge Partin’s Courtroom #4, Bay Minette, Alabama, on Friday, August 29, 2008, at 9:00 am. But this will just be an arraignment, not a jury trial. Your summons for that hearing has just now gone out in the mail.”
“But the arraignment, the ‘hearing’ and sentencing have already taken place, and now my appeal requires a jury to consider certain facts that weren’t admitted by the lower court on July 2. Please transfer this call to Judge Partin’s office.”
Which didn’t help, as Judge’s Partin’s secretary just repeated what clerk Sue had said.
My fear was not about all those delays and postponements one comes to expect of a system that wants no jury to hear the “fraudulent 14th Amendment” argument, a challenge to the occupation government’s jurisdiction whose Police State roadblocks today can drag a motorist from his “Death to the 14th Amendment” hearse for a night in jail and impound that leafleting vehicle. The problem was that Partin might simply drop charges, thereby disallowing the jury trial demanded. So, could we head this off at the pass? “Any ideas out there?” I asked on northcarolinapartisanrangers@groups.com , AlaFolk@yahoogroups.com and other such reb-sites that we count on to keep us on top of things. The answers came fast.
“Perhaps if they drop charges, you could file a civil suit (with a jury) forcing the 14th amendment issue.”
“Jury tampering is the main issue no matter who does it: especially judges. Hit them as private corporations per Dun and Bradstreet data, meaning they are merely corporate entities messing with the judicial system.”
“What about damages and a civil case against the police chief and the county? Do they have immunity?”
“If you can, make them throw money at you.”
“Charge them with kidnapping, taking property without due process.”
“My only suggestion is to pray. When there is no redress, Isaiah 59 comes in.”
So we’ll do some or all of that, the part about praying for sure.
On the appointed circuit court hearing date seeing no potential jury pool in the courtroom, just the usual lawyers and their terror-stricken clients including jailbirds in bright orange pajamas, I knew right away this wouldn’t be the day.
As his first order of business, the judge asked, “Anybody here without a lawyer?”
I stepped forward. “You may remember me, the last holdout against that rural area garbage mandate without a referendum ten years back.” After the district attorney had browbeaten all others into “volunteering” to contract with the courthouse for prison laborers picking up their trash weekly, thus shutting out private haulers, I had dared to bring my own waste to the public landfill as usual.
“Yes, I remember you, Mr. Childress.”
He ought to. The prosecutor at that time had summed up before the jury with: “Do you realize that if you, who have complied with the rural area garbage mandate, rule this man isn’t guilty of trespassing into the public landfill and thereby interfering with government operations – two felonies – that, on Monday morning when the dump opens, all those others who disagree with this new progress will be lined up waiting to enter?”
The jury had up to that point more or less indicated they were with me. That is, until the assistant DA pulled out all the stops in his closing remarks.
So now this twice-convicted felon stood before the same judge, contesting yet four additional felony convictions as a result of that Police State roadblock. I had again failed to get in line and stay there.
Said Judge Partin: “You have a right to a court-appointed lawyer; do you want one? No? Then you’re representing yourself?”
“Your honor, I am myself, not merely a representation thereof.”
“Then do you waive your right to have a court-appointed attorney?”
“I waive none of my rights at any time. Counsel might be needed, but not now.”
Called forward again after Judge Partin had disposed of several other cases, I must enter a plea to each of the four charges. “Is this it?” I asked. “I’ve already been tried, convicted, paid $1,900 costs and fines and another $1,250 for an appeal before a jury. That means I’ve come as an appellant, not a defendant. You’re telling me that I’m to be retried?”
“You’ll get a jury hearing, but not today. You will return here on a Wednesday to be determined, and at that time learn on which Friday your trial convenes. Now, as to this first charge, resisting arrest: how do you plead – guilty or not guilty?”
“To save you time, I stand mute on all of the charges.”
The judge dismissed myself along with the attorney “representing” the Town of Silverhill. Outside that courtroom the ones who had come to lend moral support heard me explain where we go from here, and it’s a cinch. We can’t lose.
Why not? Because there’s victory in just showing up: answering anytime called out, converting challenges into opportunities. We don’t expect to “win” according to the standard definition.
For, in addition to the Olympic trophies taken home by the many champions last month, and other laurels awarded at sports events where both sides play by the rules, just as much satisfaction beckons each of us who controls his appetites for more than a conscientiously advisable share of glory, wealth, “safety,” power, humility, pride, regimentation, et cetera. Self-government begins with the flesh-and-blood individual at home. Balance is our model: the golden mean, as Horace puts it.
No human mind is devoid of its internal playing field. Cartoonists abstract this idea as two wee figures whispering into the ears from opposite shoulders: devil and angel. Neither of the latter ever wins permanently and totally, which is a disguised blessing during the course of our normal lifetimes. Indeed, what stimulus would remain to one kept from proceeding any further toward depravity or sainthood?
Not so the artificial corpus, which can in fact continue unchecked into the bowels of moral turpitude for several entire human generations. Consider the arguments we would present to a panel representative of our people at large. No, not such “peers” as the Uniform Commerical Code or the 9-11 Commission might summon as a jury pool of professional Post Office poster models, but an Aryan posse comitatus determined to find out why American police chiefs get all-expenses-paid trips to Israel for lessons on circumventing the law of the land when setting up admiralty (sea) law roadblocks.
When I explained to my list the results of this initial rehearing, one email opined, “In a divorce this is called the ‘cooling off period.’ They hope your fire goes out.”
I replied, “Won’t happen.”
And here’s another prospect that none of us are likely to see in a courtroom any time soon: a jury of our peers comparable with that panel O.J.’s lawyers procured. If my prayers should receive favor, and such a level playing field welcomes me, how to begin? Videlicit:
First of all, I’m an appellant, not a defendant. Now the court may not want to see it that way, which is part of the problem I’ll explain – if due process is allowed into the picture and continues from here. I have already been tried, not actually heard but tried, by Silverhill Municipal Court Judge Ken Raines, who pronounced me guilty on four so-called criminal charges, his verdicts relieving me of $1,900 in court costs and fines. I appealed by paying another $1,250 for the benefit of being heard at this time regarding that lower court’s errors which are multiple. My demand for a jury caused this court to issue four separate summons for my appearance – to be retried for the same supposed four crimes and by the same prosecutor, Mr. Michael A. Dasinger III.
I don’t really expect here to accomplish much today, for we realize and discuss the fact more and more among ourselves that the Constitution is becoming a dead letter. Just the facts, please. Well, the facts are that it’s now against the law for a defendant to question the law or a court’s legitimacy. That’s why I want you to understand here at the start that I come before you as an appellant, not a defendant, regardless of how Mr. Dasinger may present the same old charges that I’m already convicted of.
But that police roadblock set up by half a dozen or more officers working overtime the evening of May 29, 2008, at the town limits on Highway 55 south netted a lot more than what was collected from myself at Silverhill’s new courtroom. The place is only a one-traffic-light crossroads, mind you, but it has lately built a new town hall together with a municipal court that was until recently lacking.
How could they afford that? The same way our Silverhill Police Chief Kimberly Wasdin managed to set up that roadblock: calling in troops from other municipalities with the help of federal grants. Summoned to appear there before Judge Ken Raines on July 2, we were astounded to see 50 or more defendants present, and as the judge called them up, I noticed that another fifty or so had not come. But I’m sure that each of the entire hundred paid, or is in process of paying, his share of the new municipal court’s construction costs back to the kitty, even as we continue sending the federal government such a sufficiency of revenues that it can return a small portion thereof with strings attached. You and I know this is the disease that’s killing our State, and the reason I’m introducing these thoughts up front is because, once we get into the particulars of my appeal, Mr. Dasinger will likely object to any further allusions to such matters of considerable gravity, by erroneously claiming they have no bearing on my arguments. And I fear the court will sustain most of his objections.
[Am I giving away the game plan? The only place these remarks will get a hearing is in The First Freedom, possibly also The Idaho Observer and American Free Press.]
And while this court may strongly resist the arguments I’m about to make, possibly even instructing you the jury to disregard them as well, in my mind this appellant’s case is already won, for there’s victory in showing up when you’re called out. Here are the incontrovertible facts.
Approaching that police roadblock a few weeks back – all the other motorists meekly complying, stopping, greeting the six or seven officers, producing licenses and papers, accepting citations for what was amiss and driving on home to supper and an evening of TV – this one sovereign citizen necessarily stopped, for, with their physical roadblock they put themselves in the way of my motoring on peacefully.
I cracked the window a bit as Silverhill Police Chief Kimberly Wasdin approached and heard her say, “Mr. Childress, let me have a look at your drivers license and proof of insurance.” Well, I don’t feel any need for such risk management, as I’ve got more than sufficient liquid assets to match the average motorist’s liability coverage, and have recently begun to discover that only commercial drivers are subjects for licensing regulations, but that wasn’t what concerned me at the moment.
I said, “Do you have probable cause for this stoppage of travelers? You know such a roadblock is unlawful, I hope.” Her facial expression changed from one of command to fury.
“Get out!” she shouted.
Making no move, I replied, “I will not.”
“Give me your keys and get out of that vehicle right now!” she yelled.
Several officers walked over and asked if she needed assistance. “No,” she said, “I can get him out of there without any help.” But they didn’t budge. This was the kind of action many of our uniformed Rambos look for nowadays. One of those men, hands on hips and gritting his teeth, looked me over menacingly. Suddenly I realized what was coming.
“Am I being arrested?” I asked.
“Yes, now get out!” she said.
I inquired, “What’s the charge?”
“Disobeying a police officer. Move!” she commanded.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I’ll show you the law forbidding your stopping me without probable cause. I have a copy of the Constitution with me.” But she had no interest in that; she was the law. Sitting there amazed at this Keystone circus, I was suddenly yanked from my vehicle and dragged by five uninformed but uniformed policemen to her patrol car, thrown into the back and locked in there, then Ms. Wasdin hauled me off to spend the night in jail.
So I trust that what now proceeds in this courtroom will be instructive to all of us.
The Constitution of the United States of America (1789) is the supreme Law of the Land. The State of Alabama Constitution must be construed in harmony with the law of the land; otherwise, Alabama violates its solemn contract with the Union of States known as the United States of America.
In 1819, Alabama became one of the several States in the Union of States known as the United States of America. Alabama is a “common law” State, meaning that the common law, as derived from the common law of England, is a recognized form of law in the State of Alabama.
The Town of Silverhill has invoked a “civil, regulatory statute” enacted in order to license, tax and control the driving of commercial vehicles as set forth in rules and regulations governing that privilege.
It was an unlawful abuse of procedure to use civil statutes as “evidence of the law” when the lower court charged appellant Olaf Childress with the four alleged crimes here under review.
Both civil and criminal matters “at law” require the complaining party be a victim of some recognizable damage. The “law” cannot recognize a “crime” until a victim comes forward and properly claims to have been damaged or injured.
Regulatory statutes, on the other hand, are enacted under the governmental police power to control activities not of common right. All statute law is inferior to, and bound by, restrictions of the Constitution. These “regulatory” statutes operate as “law” on the subjects of those statutes, and violations may involve criminal sanctions even in the absence of a victim or injury. But there is no federal jurisdiction over the appellant, and the principles of a jurist must make that distinction.
In the case of true crimes “at law,” the common law citizen Olaf Childress enjoys all his fundamental rights as guaranteed by the State Constitution, i.e., procedural due process. By contrast, in regulatory offenses “of a criminal nature,” statutory defendants cannot demand constitutional rights since only certain “civil rights” are granted in those actions, and only the right to be heard on the facts is allowed; protective rights and procedural due process are noticeably absent. Therefore, the court must be seated in some jurisdiction other than “at law” in order to consider an alleged violation of a regulatory statute.
The Appellant Common Law Citizen Olaf Childress hereby places all parties and the Court on NOTICE, that he is not a “citizen of the United States” under the so-called 14th Amendment, i.e., a juristic person or a franchised person who can be compelled to perform under regulations civil in nature. Moreover, the Appellant Common Law Citizen Olaf Childress hereby challenges the jurisdiction of the Court with this contrary conclusion of law. This Court is now mandated to seat on the Law side of its capacity to hear evidence of the status of the Appellant Citizen.
NOTE: Olaf Childress is editor of The First Freedom, a monthly tabloid for $25 per year. It is arguably the nicest-looking pro-white newspaper out there, with no holds barred. You can order it by sending cash (at your own risk), money order, or a couple ounces of silver to -
The First Freedom
PO Box 385
Silverhill, AL 36576