LET’S BEGIN HERE:
Anthony Rogers (hereinafter “I, Me, My”) is My birth name, well, “Anthony Lee Rogers”; I started boxing in My hometown of Fort Wayne, Indiana when I was twelve years old; I started with a few losses but eventually went on to win numerous matches and even some tournaments.
I then spent two years at Indiana University (Bloomington) earning an Associate’s Degree in General Studies before entering the U.S. Army and going to My first Duty Station at Boeblingen, Germany (Panzer Kaserne); with very little time to train and get into “fighting shape”, I managed to win a silver medal in the USAREUR Boxing Tournament in 1987 (I suppose they won’t mind Me mentioning that this is where I first met the man who won the gold medal for Boxing as a heavyweight in the 1988 Olympics and went on to become “Merciless” Ray Mercer as a professional boxer and winning a World Championship; he kept us laughing at the All-Army Boxing camps); and I spent six (6) years as a teammate on the number 1 rated amateur team in the nation with Al “Ice” Cole who had a part in the movie “ALI” (with Wil Smith), and “Fast” Eddie Cook, the hardest hitting 112 pound southpaw I’ve ever met in My life!; Cook turned pro and won two world championships during his career. As I look back on My own amateur boxing career, I actually beat several fighters who won championships as professionals [but this is not My message, it’s just something I thought I’d drop-off as I pass-by].
As a soldier, I participated in Operation Desert Shield/Storm (Saudi Arabia); Operation Restore Hope (Somalia, Africa), 1988 Western Olympic Trials – Boxing (Houston, TX); and was a Drill Sergeant at Fort Knox, KY as a U.S. Army Reservist.
During the time that I was a Drill Sergeant, I also became a member of a very influential and popular fraternity; I excelled quickly in that fraternity and became good friends with a particular member who is a 33rd degree out of Chicago, IL.
I went to visit this member at his home one particular Saturday and he had company so I didn’t stay long. As I was about to exit his front door, he asked Me, “Brother Rogers, do you have your gun license on you? (Both of us possessed an “Indiana Permit To Carry”); I answered, “Yes”. To which he responded, “Will you pick-up a (specific gun) for Me at (a specific gun store)?
I asked, “Why can’t you get it?”
He responded, “Because I misplaced My permit, and today is the last day of the sale. Since you got yours on you, it won’t take long.” Knowing that it is not unlawful to buy a gun for another person (fathers buy guns for their daughters/children all the time) I said, “Okay” and received the exact amount of money from him for the gun.
At the gun store, I bought the gun he asked for and I also bought an additional one for Myself.
I took the new gun that I bought for My-self, along with a .38 that I already owned, to My girlfriend’s apartment so she’d feel safe whenever I’m not there; she also possessed an Indiana Permit To Carry.
I gave My fraternity brother the weapon in question later that same day outside of a fraternity meeting we were having that same Saturday and I never thought about that weapon again…. Until….
Several years later, My stepdad -who had been staying in My apartment since I was spending so much time with My girlfriend- called Me to say some detectives stopped by to talk with Me and left a business card for Me.
I picked-up the business card that same weekend and called the ATF agent identified on the card early Monday morning after I got off work (3rd shift at a factory in Fort Wayne, IN).
The agent identified himself as an ATF agent out of Chicago, IL, and said he has something important he wants to talk about with Me but would not discuss it over the phone; he suggested that I get some rest since I had just gotten off work and stated they’d meet Me at My girlfriend’s apartment that afternoon.
Three agents showed-up at My girlfriend’s apartment and -as I let them into the apartment- agent #2 asked “Are there any guns in this house?”; I responded, “Yes, we have two weapons in the back”; agent #2 then said, “We need to bring those guns out here before we talk”. I escorted agent #2 to the back rooms where he took control of each weapon before carrying them to the dining room table where the three agents and I took a seat.
Agent #2 started by saying, “We are not here to talk about these particular weapons. We want to know about a gun that was used in a crime in Chicago. We’re not charging you with that crime because we caught the man in the process of that crime. We just want to know how a gun that YOU bought here in Fort Wayne, Indiana, turned-up being used in a crime in Chicago, Illinois?”
We spoke for approximately forty-five minutes, during which time I explained that I’d only ever bought ONE gun that is not currently in My possession, and I bought that gun for a fraternity brother of mine and never thought about that gun again…. Until now.
I was asked several more questions to tie-up some loose ends before the agents thanked Me for My candor and told Me they’d have to take My two guns with them; I later learned from the ‘professional criminals’ I met in jail that they had no right to take My guns without a warrant; but I figured they wanted to check to see if My guns had been used in any crimes. I asked the agents, “How do I get My weapons back?” and they told Me to talk to the Assistant U.S. Attorney downtown. And they left.
Approximately five weeks later, I called the Assistant U.S. Attorneys’ office downtown and asked about getting My weapons returned; someone at that office told Me that I had to call the Assistant U.S. Attorney’s office at Hammond, IN; someone at the Hammond office told Me to call the Assistant U.S. Attorney’s office at Cincinnati, OH; someone at that office told Me to call the Indianapolis office. At this point, I finally realized what they were doing to Me so I decided to hire an attorney.
When I hired Mr. Harry Foster, I explained to him that I am not charged with breaking any law, I simply want him to return My two guns to Me; he understood the assignment….or so I thought.
Approximately a month after I hired him, Mr. Harry Foster called Me to ask Me to meet him at his office at a particular day/time; I showed-up promptly and Mr. Foster said he has two papers for Me to sign. He handed Me the first paper which was a Total Immunity Agreement; it turns out that the Assistant U.S. Attorney wants Me to testify in front of a federal Grand Jury about buying the weapon that was used in a crime in Chicago; I signed that, no questions asked.
He then handed another paper to Me before saying, “The feds want you to sign your guns over to the government.” I immediately handed that paper back to him as I said, “I’m not signing that. Are you gonna return the money I paid you?” He quickly said “No” he’s not returning My money.
He made sure I knew the date/time to be at the federal building and I left his office.
On the prescribed day, I showed-up at the federal building and met Mr. Foster in the hallway of the 1st floor with his youngest son (approximately 8-10 yrs. old) who absolutely adored Me.
The Assistant U.S. Attorney, Ms. Tina Nommay, soon came downstairs and escorted Me upstairs to the Grand Jury room; in the Ante-room, immediately prior to entering the Grand Jury room, Ms. Tina Nommay asked Me, “Did your attorney give you the paper signing over your guns to the government?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Did you sign it?”
“I have NO intentions of signing that paper.”
I suppose that response prompted Ms. Tina Nommay to want to teach Me a lesson because I noticed an immediate change in her demeanor; we entered the Grand Jury room and took our seats.
The Grand Jurors fired question after question at Me; I answered each question honestly; at the end, even Ms. Tina Nommay asked a few questions before I was released.
Approximately one month later, Mr. Harry Foster called Me to give Me a date/time to meet him at the federal courthouse; This time, he met Me outside of Judge Theresa Springmann’s courtroom.
He gave Me a pep talk stating the judge wants to ask Me a few questions about the guns before they release the weapons back to Me.
In Judge Sprinmann’s courtroom, I’m standing at the front of the courtroom with My attorney, Mr. Harry Foster, and A.U.S..A. Tina Nommay, all facing Judge Theresa Springmann.
Judge Theresa Springmann begins by asking questions related to Me pleading guilty to a charge of being a felon in possession of a handgun. (Several years prior, in Texas, I pled guilty to some charges involving Me, unknowingly, handing cocaine to someone in front of an FBI informant; the judge in that case tried that case as a State case and sealed My conviction after successfully completing the terms of probation. I explained all of this to the ATF agents when they questioned Me at My girlfriend’s apartment and they, undoubtedly, told this to A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay who, in her evil desire to teach Me a lesson, made some calls to Texas to get that case unsealed so she could use it against Me.)
(Remember, after returning home to Fort Wayne, IN, and successfully completing probation, My Texas charge became sealed and I was able to re-join the military and become a Drill Sergeant in a Reserve unit at Fort Knox, KY.)
Nonetheless, I was obviously perplexed and befuddled at Judge Springmann’s questioning Me about pleading guilty to A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay’s fabricated charges against Me, to the point that she was not able to accept a plea at that time.
Please keep in mind that, academically, I’m a nerd; I’d never been in legal trouble before; so, I don’t know what actually happens inside a courtroom; My attorney knows this and is working with the A.U.S.A. to use My ignorance against Me.
My attorney informs Me that, now that I am facing federal charges, I have to report to the Probation and Pre-Trial Services office in the federal building.
The first PTS officer I was reporting-to was a cold piece of work; she’s a Black woman, and I remember her first name being “Rhonda”.
I just had a natural dis-like for her; that happens to Me sometimes, when the spirit(s) that rest(s) on Me do not really mix well with the spirit(s) that rest(s) on other people.
My girlfriend and I were planning a trip to the Bahamas, and we told Rhonda about it; we told her the dates of the trip and all pertinent information; we even told Rhonda that we were planning to get married in the Bahamas. Rhonda told us we’d need to bring back documentation that we actually did get married; (that marriage didn’t happen because just prior to us going to the Bahamas, My girlfriend had an ectopic pregnancy.)
I learned later that, after we left for the Bahamas, Rhonda told the court that I was trying to escape this federal case.
On the flight back, I sensed that something was peculiar about the flight crew; after landing at Chicago’s O’Hare airport, federal agents met Me as I departed the plane and took Me to MCC-Chicago; I was there for approximately five weeks.
Obviously, I lost My job.
After five weeks I was eventually transported to the Fort Wayne, Allen County Jail; while in the Allen County Jail, I wrote a letter to the judge explaining everything that I’d told Rhonda.
(The next thing I knew, Rhonda was no longer working for the feds; I love to think that My letters to the judge were the reason for her dismissal.) In court, the judge said she does not believe I was trying to escape but placed Me on Home Detention at My girlfriend’s apartment.
On or about 25 August 2004 My girlfriend and I got into a very heated argument and the police were called; seeing that I’m already on federal Home Detention, the officer took Me to jail for Domestic Battery.
After a week or so, the Domestic Battery charge was dropped but I was not released from jail.
Eventually, I learned that A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay placed a No Bond Hold on Me (which is unconstitutional within Indiana).
As time passed-by, I accepted the fact that Harry Foster is absolutely working against Me by allowing A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay to enforce bogus charges on Me and allow it to proceed to trial (because I most definitely am not accepting a Plea Agreement) so, I filed a grievance in the Supreme Court of Indiana against My paid attorney, Mr. Harry Foster, which effectively terminated our relationship; I was then assigned to be represented by Mr. Thomas O’Malley, the “Federal Community Defender” for Allen County.
From here on out, a federal agent – A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay – is prosecuting Me, and a federal agent – Mr. Thomas O’Malley, the Federal Community Defender – is defending Me! How is this fair? HER office is on the third floor in the federal courthouse at Fort Wayne, Allen County, Indiana, and HIS office is on the first floor in the same federal courthouse!
Mr. O’Malley spared no devious tactic whenever he spoke to Me by trying to get Me to sign various Plea Agreements; even lying to My face more than a few times.
I asked many of the professional criminals incarcerated with Me, “even if I did what they claim, what makes this a federal offense?”
They all gave Me the same answer: “The feds can do whatever they want to do.”
I asked My Defense Attorney the same question and even he gave Me the exact same answer.
Ultimately, My federal trial was held on or about 7 April 2005; only three individuals testified against Me, all three of them ATF agents: the two junior agents who interviewed Me at My girlfriend’s apartment, and a female agent whom I’d never seen before or since. [The third, senior agent who was at My girlfriend’s apartment was the lone Black person on the jury – I KID YOU NOT!!!!]
The first ATF agent to testify, the female, only testified about the procedures of various gun issues.
During Cross-Examination, Mr. Thomas O’Malley stood-up and asked a few perfunctory questions before he asked the court for time, and then came over to our table, leaned over in such a way that allowed the judge to full view of whatever I might say, and asked Me, “Can you think of any other questions I should ask her?”
“She didn’t really testify about anything pertaining to Me so No, I can’t think of any thing you need to ask her.”
Mr. O’Malley immediately stood-up and said, “No more questions.”
The second agent to testify was the primary agent who asked all the questions at My girlfriend’s apartment.
After A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay asked his name, damn near EVERYTHING he said on the stand was a lie!
He claimed that he stepped into the front door of the apartment and noticed clothes and trash strewn all throughout the apartment, and he immediately noticed one of the guns, for which he was looking, amongst the mess.
It took everything in Me to keep My composure while he regurgitated the well-rehearsed LIES that A.U.S.A. Tina Nommay and Thomas O’Malley OBVIOUSLY trained him to say.
During Cross-Examination, Thomas O’Malley again stood-up and asked a few perfunctory questions before he -once again- asked the court for time and then came over to our table, leaned over in such a way that allowed the judge a full view of whatever I might say, and asked Me, “Can you think of any other questions I should ask him?”
I felt My-self damn near stand on top of the table and tear him a new ass-hole; My Drill Sergeant training made Me want to get right in his face and scream at the top of My lungs just like Bugs Bunny would do to Wile E. Coyote;
Instead….
I turned My head to see Judge Theresa Springmann staring intently at Me; I turned back to face Thomas O’Malley and I placed My fingers in front of My mouth before I quietly answered, “Yes, since he testified that he was looking for the weapons that I had, and he claims he saw them laying on the floor, WHY DIDN’T HE ARREST ME?”
Thomas O’Malley immediately stood straight-up and pondered My response before stating rather loudly, “That’s a good question!”
He then stepped toward the witness and asked, “Agent [#2], have you ever effected an arrest?”
“What?”
“Have you ever effected an arrest?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Have you ever made an arrest as an ATF agent?”
“OH! Yes, I’ve made several arrests.”
“Well, why didn’t you arrest Anthony Rogers?”
Agent [#2] immediately closed his eyes and threw his head back (perhaps in shame that they had not prepared for that question).
Mr. O’Malley then went on to ask several more legitimate questions that completely destroyed the A.U.S.A.’s fabricated case against Me (such as, “Since you claim to be searching for the guns in Mr. Rogers’ possession, did you have a warrant for either of those guns?”).
“No!”
I was so moved that I leaned over and whispered to his assistant sitting next to Me, “Right now, I could kiss him”; she simply flashed a weird-looking smile.
At 9:10 pm, we assembled in the courtroom to hear the verdict.
Prior to the judge entering the courtroom, Thomas O’Malley pulled Me aside to remind Me that I was a Drill Sergeant in the Army and to remain strong and steadfast; he told Me to show no signs of disappointment at any time when the verdict is read.
Hmm. He knows something!
He then told Me to My face, “Unless I see a juror crying or otherwise very distraught, I never poll the jury.”
I remember thinking, “These M*****F****** did something dirty!”
Judge Theresa Springmann asked the jury-foreperson to stand-up; I recall a white woman standing before Judge Springmann asked to receive the verdict.
It struck Me as very weird that Judge Springmann barely even observed the paper before saying, “Mr. Rogers, the court finds you guilty on all counts.”
She then asked A.U.S.A. Nommay if she “would like to poll the jury?”
“No.”
“Mr. O’Malley, would you like to poll the jury?”
I turned to look at him and I could see him studying Me from the corner of his eyes; after a long pregnant pause, he finally said, “NO.”
Judge Springmann immediately released the jury before reading some court rules or something, and ordering Me to be brought back to court for sentencing in three months.
I can never prove this….but, in My heart, I believe the jury was told that I signed a last-minute Plea Agreement.
Judge Springmann had Me brought into her courtroom every three months for over a year before she finally actually sentenced Me; in fact, it was 2 October 2006 (a full 538 days after My trial) before she finally sentenced Me to 46 months confinement with a $200 special assessment fee and imposing a term of three (3) years Supervised Release.
It was about a week before Thanksgiving Day when I finally left the Fort Wayne, Allen County Jail and was driven to southern Indiana and put on a jet dedicated to moving federal inmates.
(I spent twenty-seven consecutive months in the Allen County Jail, which -I think- is a record for that jail.)
From there, we flew to Detroit, then to Chicago, then finally to FTC-Oklahoma; I spent one night in Oklahoma before being flown to Pittsburgh, PA where I was driven to FCI Elkton at Lisbon, OH.
At FCI Elkton, I spent every moment I could in that facility’s Law Library.
All of the white inmates in there were looking-up court rules and such fighting their specific case; I spent My time researching federal jurisdiction versus State jurisdiction.
One other white inmate, “Andy”, believed like Me, and he and I spoke often; one day Andy and I were talking about constitutions when I mentioned something about Me being from Indiana and needing to somehow get a copy of the Indiana Constitution.
Just then another white inmate with a heavy German accent interrupted by saying he heard us talking about constitutions and needing a copy of the Indiana Constitution. He volunteered to call his girlfriend in New York and have her mail a copy of the Indiana Constitution to him.
Within two weeks he presented to Me a copy of the Indiana Constitution; I had never before known anything about the Indiana Constitution, much less read it.
Armed with this new information, I was able to put together an argument which I present against the U.S. Federal Government without fear of successful contradiction; In fact, I was released from federal custody on 10 December 2007 and I filed My first lawsuit against the feds on 12 December 2007; which they have never responded to.
The federal government actually pays the States to NOT teach their own constitution but to teach the federal government’s constitution as if it were the single Constitution for the entire United States (hence the name change from “federal” to “U.S.”); Article 1, Section 8, Clause 17 of the Federal Constitution limits the jurisdiction of the federal government to extend ONLY upon certain federal properties!
The Indiana Constitution so undoubtedly demonstrates this same principle when illuminating the boundaries/limits for the State of Indiana at Article 14, Sections 1 and 2 of the Indiana Constitution.
The Greatest Lie Ever Told started with Prohibition; you see, the federal government was still broke after fighting the war against the southern States; in fact, Abraham Lincoln tried three separate times to institute a National tax upon Americans and all persons living and working within the States, but the U.S. Supreme court (correctly) shut him down every time because the federal government has NO authority to institute rules/laws/edicts etc., upon persons within the jurisdiction of any of these fifty American States.
Every lawyer in America knows this but will never speak of it with an UN-initiated person. IF YOU’VE READ THIS FAR, PLEASE CONTINUE ON TO UNLOCK THE TRUTH WHICH DEBUNKS THE GREATEST LIE EVER TOLD!!!!
“Felon in possession of a handgun; knowingly making a false statement on a federal firearms form;” two of the three charges imposed against Me. (I can not recall the third).