Teen charged with killing his mother and sisters

I feel sorry for her family that you had to be close to her problem. I forgave her. I just have a vivid memory and yes she tried to ruin what my own mom sacrificed so much for. My degree. My career. My clean criminal record. My future. I forgave her but I will never be able to forget that. Please tell your other family member her that he gets what he gave. At least you can spell and articulate words.

Anthony was in my classes. We wer pretty tight this past year and he had a crazy mom to deal with. It’s not his fault. I didn’t like her and she treated him real bad. I’m just gonna say it. She called him he was just like his sorry daddy and she didn’t want him. She would be cool with him in front of people and then hate him in the house. She put him down all the time and from what he said she stalked Juvenile and he even said it. I was like surprised. He said she wanted to marry that dude cuz he was Juvenile and he wished his mom would stop. He said he wished he had a normal mom like mine. I tried to be there and stuff for him but he was under alot. I think he said he didn’t have a mom. He told me he wished he wasn’t born. I said don’t say that man and he was like no man you don’t even know. I know he loved his sisters but he felt like she used all them. When he told me that I knew something was wrong with them. I believed him. When I saw this on the news I was like really feeling sad for him for like a long time. I think he just snapped.

Ted Bundy who killed all those women he didn’t look like he had it in him.

I had cla**es with Joy at VSC and her boyfriend, Anthony, tried to get with me all the time. I did not have any interest in him. I did not have any attraction to Anthony. I was a quiet girl and I minded my own business. Well, my parents are black and asian and I am mixed. Joy had heard I guess that he had tried talking to me. I was riding my bike on campus when she stopped me and grabbed my arm. She called me a cracker wanna be white b**** and pulled my hair and said if I think I was cute because I had pretty hair how would I feel if it got f up? I tried to tell her I was not talking to him and she told me she would take my a** out if I even thought of looking at him. Joy asked one of my room mates for a picture and they were ok with each other but after that my room mate told me she was scared of Joy and she left her alone. Joy hated me and I never even flirted with Anthony. My bike tires were cut a few days later and I think she did it. It wasn’t long after that when everyone found out about the gun she pulled on this guy. She was really a scary person to me. I was so scared of Joy and my father said that voodoo is real and people who know what they are doing can mess a person up. She told people she would f me up with that but I believe in Christ and I prayed a great deal. I have been saved since I was 14 years old and I was a virgin when I married. I believe God protected me. I am not mad at her and I think it is terrible that this happened. It’s just that I knew her then and I have never been so afraid of someone ever but her. The semester before I was finished there, I actually got up the nerve in a hall to approach her. She was staring at me so mean. I am not a fighter and I don’t like angry people. I get nervous around them I said”Joy, I want to tell you I am so sorry if you think I talked to Anthony and I hope you don’t hate me.” She smiled and then put her nose to mine and said ” you think you’re a white b**** and you think you’re pretty but if you don’t get the f out of my face I will hurt you and make your a** cry home for your mommy prissy bitch” I remember it like yesterday and I was so upset I almost choked. I will never be so scared of anyone else I really don’t believe. She hated me.I never even get into arguments with anyone and she was very mean to me. I still feel so bad this all happened to any person.

That was not funny and you need to learn to spell like that William.

I will not come back here ever again but I have two very dear friends who wanted me to read this again so I have read a few. I feel very disheartened by this emotional situation and at the same time, I have healed so very much. I have read through a few people who have spoken of their lives being disrupted at the hands of Joy. My life and that of Andre’s, my son and Joy’s son’s half brother, were ripped from us. It is peculiar that after I found out this tragic thing happened, I grieved and I relived the past. I don’t know if you Nikki could put yourself in my role back then and try to understand how this all would feel. You have a job and two actually. You have a sweet three year old son. You are enrolled in college classes. You both only have each other. No relatives. Just God and each other. You have this woman who knows everything about you and you meet her by her attacking you and foretelling you she will have you locked up and that she will destroy you with voodoo. You think SHOCK. You don’t have time to really think. You are taken to jail and your son is taken. You have no one from the outside to get your son and the father tells DFACS to take him but asks after the fact, or had mistakenly presumed that he would not have to pay child support by this happening. You get to jail and you find that you are stripped searched by this woman and that you are placed in 24 hour lock down in her custody and will spend the next six months under her. You lose all your belongings and your little home you made for this son. You lose your car. Your credit has been ruined. You lose your jobs. You lose your life. You can’t even cry and you have no one to help you. You don’t even have time to care about anything other than where is your son and how is he being treated? You are across the hall from Jermaine Bryant, who admitted to shooting in her head four times your co worker at a flash foods store where you worked on Fri and Sat evenings to make extra money. When you have no one to get you out from outside then you are stuck in jail. There is no one to communicate with but an angel of a nurse who works there and sees how you are being treated and will make an excuse to get you out of the cell to go to medical and talks to you to pray and to look at that gifted God touched child you have to live for. I never retaliated against Joy. I only stood up to her the last month and told her in her face what I saw for who she was. She was full of hatred to me for Andre and for the fact that I was who I was. As that nurse would recently tell me, “You didn’t hate Joy. She hated you and a lot of us have talked about what happened to you and I know Andre is on Anthony’s mind tonight. Now his other son’s life is gone.” Joy was brutal to me and it was allowed. It was allowed because , of course, of where I was. However, Charlie Spray was the police chief who laughed that he allowed it to happen and that I would sit in jail until Jesus comes and so on that I was in that area of the woods and so on. It would be in 1996 that I turned on Dateline and court tv to see that Charlie Spray was arrested WITH PROOF in connection with a cover up pertaining to one of his own police officers accused of killing his girlfriend and son. I found out also that Jermaine Bryant was spared the death penalty and received life in prison. I was in a small cell 24 hours a day. When I was around other inmates was the last three weeks I recall and I knew I was leaving. One came up to me and slapped me across the face and Joy was laughing. I told her nothing. I smiled and walked away. She later told me in a Piccadilly, perhaps, five years ago, that she was sorry. She told me Joy put money on the store if she would do it. She said she felt bad because after she saw my little boy later in a visitation she felt bad. I was in a Jones of New York suit and an associate of mine and I had a late dinner at a Piccadilly cafeteria and this woman from behind the bar came over and it was that woman who had slapped me years prior. Her name I think was Gayle. She told me she had moved to Atlanta and no longer used drugs and had new life. I am very forgiving. That is the only way I know how to be. But when it had been weeks that Joy would abuse me five days a week and wouldn’t even let me take a shower at times, when she ripped the only picture I had of my son and all I owned was that picture, when she was allowed to walk him to me when I finally received visitation and Ms. Moore, the DFACS worker had to ask her not to take out on my son her issues, when she ripped a clump of hair from my head and told me she had so much voodoo worked on my son I was never getting him back, and even when she was spitting in my face the racial taunting, I stood up to her and I told her that she had helped me to come to know Jesus who would decide otherwise. I never disrespected myself near her. I really would have been so very kind to her had she allowed it. I would have loved Joy as a sister because we had a bond in that we had two little boys by this, well, person. I was like a flower up until I met her. I believed in everyone is good. Thereafter, I learned that there are some people who just do not have good. I will not put her down. I will say that she almost took my life and that of my son. He was abused by Ms. Branch severely. She beat him with a curtain rod and all because he cried and missed me. I later confronted that office and they fired her. I came to Atlanta with a box of pictures that thank God this one nice lady held on to for me when my belongs were put out. I had only clothes which were donated to me. So did Andre. I left on a bus and I had only $150. We lived in a shelter for a while. I worked and I bought a car for $500. I couldn’t stay at that shelter any loner and I literally rented a storage room and we slept there at night for about two months and no one knew. I lit candles and we prayed a lot and I would take Andre outside and tell him to pick out a star and he owned it. I told him we were not poor because we had each other and we were rich. I won’t begin to go further because it would make for a book all which happened. I learned that the saying “This too shall pass” is real. Life is what you make it. If your destiny is tragic, then perhaps you set the motion along the way for it to be so. I have never deviated from what is on Andre’s wall and we live by it “Watch your thoughts; they become your words. Watch your words; they become your actions. Watch your actions; they become your habits. Watch your habits; they become your character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.” As I instilled in Andre “never let this world move you. You move this world ” and ” Your name begins with an A; you’re a leader, not a follower”. When he was confronted with racism, I turned a negative into a positive. I took Andre to the water facet and said, “this is who God is; no color and no end and that is all that matters and if it’s not race, Andre, it will always be something. Don’t let others’ unhappiness become yours. Your happiness is not from what you get out of this world. That is a lie. Your happiness is what you project into this world.” We read at night and that is major to me. I prepared Andre always, and this may make no sense to many, but for my own death, should I have died. I did so as I knew I was the only person on earth he had and yet I instilled in him the confidence that God is real and he could always pray. I had to prepare Andre for the unpredictable, as I do with my other children. I encouraged him to be aspired by civil rights and what it means for those who had forsaken so much to allow us the liberties we do have but I also made him acutely aware that for most life can be unfair still. The only thing that ever I know hurt him was his father the manner in which he behaved when his wife had him call and Anthony is just less than a man and frankly, a dog has more character. I raised Andre to be confident and I would have done anything for little Anthony to have helped him if I could have. I am insulted that Anthony Sr. has insinuated that I would to be near him, as if his ego is not inflated enough. I think how he has missed out on knowing the wonderful true man Andre has grown into. I don’t even care to be honest anymore because Andre is my reward and I earned that. When all that happened and Andre was 15, it was put in my heart by God the right words and true words which I felt “Maybe God didn’t want you subjected to him and you wouldn’t be who you are had you and maybe he didn’t deserve to know you”. I recollect Anthony telling Andre he would grow up to be in jail and so did Joy. We all create our own destiny. I would not change anything about who I have grown to become. I am so very happy with who I am. I could have millions and I would put more than half my monies into helping people who need a safe place to go and who need a home. Money is comfortable but I see it as a very intoxicating evil which can ensnare people and mislead them into so much emptiness. I have taught Andre well. I told him many times “Be happy if you don’t have a pot to piss in nor a window to throw it out because at the end of the day, when it’s your time to go, you can’t take anything with you”. I am one woman who can walk up to a rapist and be as calm and and I really would not be intimidated. I am comfortable around anyone. I am not afraid of death and I know Jesus has had a hand on my life and that of Andre’s. Andre is so unique and very rare for his age. People tell me this and I am humbled but I know he is blessed by God. I entrusted him to God and I surrendered him to God, to my Jesus, and I begged Jesus to be with him every step of his future. Failure was never acceptable. I care for little Anthony and I ask each of you to pray for him. I feel that the only person who can judge him is Jesus tonight. I did nothing to his mother and I have already forgiven her a long time ago. I have been blessed and I have much to be grateful for. I must say, nevertheless, that Anthony and his family have to answer to my son and will. It will happen and I prayed not for revenge, which none of us should ever do. That is evil. But I prayed for justice for my son. They all owe my son an apology and they will be apologizing to themselves for how they treated him. They will, before any of them die, realize that they were silly and utterly foolish. I believe in my prayers and I prayed that they are humbled to my son’s footstool and it will happen. That is only right. I feel little Anthony is a weak person and a sad soul and I intend to be there for him. I never intend to lay eyes on his father and do not want to see him at all. But I feel a moral obligation to little Anthony and I intend to be good to him and I don’t care what anyone thinks of it because it is from my heart and that is all that matters. So, to Nikki, I would like to say, I am bitter sweet in terms of Anthony. You never break up with the person you fell in love with. I believe the initial approach which Anthony made towards me “Do you know who I am?” was a precursor for who he very well was, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The man I am in love with and treats me with real love is from God. He is so handsome, women stop and stare and then I think that he is very handsome but if he was eaten up wit cancer and 100 lbs. with no looks anymore, that I would love him the same, if not more. It doesn’t matter because I love him for who he is. Anthony didn’t deserve me, neither. Anthony is in love with himself. He has chosen his own destiny and he will live it. I wouldn’t be surprised if his health goes next. I do not wish it but he is rather so arrogant that perhaps that is next as a harder life lesson. I have two friends who I hope read this soon and understand this is a closed issue to me. I have said how I feel and I pray that each of you pray for little Anthony as opposed to being angry. It is gross what he did but he needs help. He is weak and a follower and he had this person for a father. It neither condones nor justifies what happened, but we do have ask why. So unless we don’t want to stop acts such as this from happening, then I suggest we try to gravitate towards understanding what contributed to it in the first place. Thank you and all pray for these three souls which were taken and for little Anthony, as well. Please. Thank you.

I would never be able to forgive a loco b**** who did that s*** to me! Get real!

I think everyone ought to pray for this boy and I see this as a sign of the times. Everyone this could be your son.

Is this Dynesty or one of those sope operas? He should be understood in a electric chair.

Where Anthony is going he is going to be booty snatched. If she raised him like he was then she is to blame but they don’t like it when you kill your momma and sisters in prison. I’m surprised one of these people she fucked up didn’t do it to her a long time before he did. Dam! That girl was a trip! And he had a booty snatcher for a father! That’s to messed up!