Revealing Mistaken Identities

By Anita Belle

Revealing Mistaken Identities is the interweaving of two laws and two worlds, the physical and the spiritual, to explain the past, present, and future.

In the physical realm exists the Nicaraguan Contras' Narcotics Trafficking Litigation, the consolidated lawsuits in which the America's Central Intelligence Agency was sued for participating in a conspiracy to import illegal drugs for distribution in America's segregated black neighborhoods, and thereby causing harm to all Americans. However, the attorney representing plaintiffs in the lawsuits questioned why America's spy agency would specifically target African-Americans for genocide.

Thus began research into the root causes for the white racial superiority complex, a root that extends into the Masonic leadership of the Western world. Revealing Mistaken Identities exposes that freemasons follow the apocryphal Books of Enoch and believe that whites are fallen angels or extraterrestrials, thus believing that whites are superior to humans or are superhumans. The interaction between freemasonry's Knights Templar and the Crusades of the Catholic Church are then explored from the perspective of the continuing persecution of, and Inquisition against a subset of humans, that subset being the Jews. Repeatedly borrowing Ella Hughley's saying that prophecy, like history, repeats itself, Belle traces the variation of the theme of fallen angels interbreeding with the Earth's women through the brutal rapes that occurred subsequent to the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade.

Revealing Mistaken Identities disputes the claim that only the descendants of Noah's son Ham, cursed with perpetual slavery, were the Africans captured and transported to the Americas and Caribbean. Arguing that blurred lines distinguish between Noah's sons Ham and Shem, Revealing Mistaken Identities discovers that many blacks who were captured during the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade were actually descendants of the Hebrew patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. The author, Anita Belle, discloses that she is one such African American descendant of slaves whose DNA traces back to the Ethiopian and Sephardic Jews.

Revealing Mistaken Identities then delves into the divergent paths of the black freemasons versus the white freemasons, a path through which certain white freemasons, (not coincidentally from the former Confederacy), continue an apartheid doctrine of separate and unequal to this day: Minimum qualifications for acceptance as a brother freemason is that a male must be at least 21 years old and must be free. Belle then exposes that the reason some former Confederate freemasons continue to refuse to accept blacks as their brothers in freemasonry is because of a secret: The 13th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, the amendment that supposedly abolished slavery, is two votes short. With the 13th Amendment being invalid, white freemasons in the former Confederate states feel justified in continuing Albert Pike's tradition of refusing to recognize black men as their brothers.

The invalidity of the 13th Amendment means that the 400th anniversary of the slave trade in America is coming in 2019. Belle then explores the Biblical significance of America's enslavement of the black children of Israel for 400 years. Is the coming solar super storm part of God's judgment against the "fallen angels"?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anita Belle
• Release date: Aug 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301338474

Anita Belle

Author Anita E. Belle is the former attorney who represented plaintiffs suing the CIA for its participation in a civil conspiracy to import illegal drugs into America's segregated black communities. She is the descendant of African captives of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade. Her DNA traces back to the Ethiopian Jews and the Sephardic Jews.Belle currently lives in Detroit, Michigan, USA. She graduated from Detroit's Henry Ford High School, obtained her Bachelor of Science degree from Detroit's Wayne State University, and obtained her Juris Doctorate degree from the University of Florida in Gainesville.Belle's "immediate" family consists of a son and daughter-in-law whose blended family totals six grandchildren. Both of her parents are still living. She also has a sister, niece, and nephew who live in Brooklyn, NY.

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By Anita E. Belle, J.D.

Attorney for the Nicaraguan Contras Narcotics Trafficking Cases

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Revealing Mistaken Identities

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Teshuvah=Repentance

Angels & Extraterrestrials

Who Are Marching to Zion?

The Brothers' Keepers

-- Simpich’s California Case

-- Belle’s Cases

Still $LAVE$

Overview of the Lawsuits Against the CIA

Come Out of Her, My People

EndNotes

Dedication

Once upon a time, before the infamous American presidential election debacle in the year 2000, a black single mother was the attorney who sued the United States’ Central Intelligence Agency in seven states for importing illegal drugs into America’s segregated black neighborhoods and thus causing harm to all Americans. I am that black single mother. As important as it is to tell the story about how black genocide is being committed through drug dealing, I feel it was more urgent and important to write a book that explains the motive for black genocide. (I have termed the repeated and collective attempts of black genocide as afrocide, and thus named my website www.afrocide.com .)

Rather than keep readers in suspense, I will simply state now that the motive for black genocide is spiritual. It is idolatry. It is the idolatry of worshipping so-called white skin color. Even deeper than the idolatry is a mad at God syndrome that is angry that an Almighty and All-Powerful God would choose, as His chosen people, anyone who is not white. Thus, it becomes a secret that any blacks, (or any blacks outside of Ethiopia), could possibly be related to the Biblical patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. It becomes a secret that the white people who are stereotypically Jewish have black roots. It becomes a secret that some of the slaves captured from Africa practiced the pagan, animalistic, or heathen religion called Judaism. It becomes a secret that the Jesus who was supposedly worshipped by the slavers, the Jesus after whom John Hawkins’ Good Ship Jesus was named, looked more like the captives than the captors. It is a secret that, by creating a god in their own white image, they are committing the sin of Lucifer in attempting to make themselves equal to God and worshipping themselves as gods. It is a secret that the capture of African Jews fulfilled Biblical prophecy, but this book explores the prophecy of coming judgment for the captors.

First and foremost, this book is dedicated to my son, Kweli Baraka. Kweli means ‘True’ in Swahili. Baraka means ‘Blessing’ in Swahili, Hebrew, and probably also in Arabic. My son was the road warrior who accompanied me during the travels across the several states that filed lawsuits against the CIA. Kweli lost faith when the CIA cases lost in court; however, he still believes my writings are valuable. May this child, this book, prove that all the efforts and sacrifices of the other children of THE BOOK are not in vain. There is no failure as long as we don’t give up.

To my mother, Thelma Belle, one of my heroes. Let’s call a spade a spade: Fighting the CIA and FBI in court wasn’t cheap. When my money ran out, to keep the cases going, my mother borrowed against her house. The loans against her house put her in foreclosure. Twice. Part of the delay in revising and publishing this book stemmed from my being preoccupied with fighting against the homelessness of foreclosure.

I’m not a highly paid author yet, so it became a necessary distraction to fight for the stability of staying put long enough in one place, with electricity and the Internet, in order to write this book. However, my mother also taught me during this foreclosure obstacle to never give up, regardless of our David versus Goliath battle against banks, regardless of judges who ignore the law and evidence in order to rule in favor of Goliath. My mother didn’t want to give up her house, even though Detroit was in such a housing slump that she could have easily gotten a better house for less than keeping the house she had lived in for 40 years. Her sheer determination, or stubbornness, inspired me to keep on fighting until we finally got in front of a judge who gave a damn about the law.

One thing I have learned from practicing law and, after my disbarment, what I learned while assisting my lawyer in fighting to save my mother’s house is that the most important class a law student takes is Contracts. Contracts are the basis of a society, both civilized and not-so-civilized, whether it is the contract or covenant between God and humans, or the contract or constitution of a government, or the contract or treaty between governments, or the contract or vow to get married, or the contract or agreement between criminals or business associates. God permitted humans to have dominion over the Earth, which invariably means that contracts are frequently broken. It also means that human judges can make secret contracts that pervert justice in favor of certain political agendas or in respect of persons, such as fellow freemasons and/or Catholics. I have learned that, regardless of the law or evidence, unless you are part of their Masonic or Catholic contract, it is best not to go in their state and federal courts. However, when involvement with their courts is unavoidable, then you must have an unbroken contract with God in order to prevail over or break the other, (usually secret), human contracts. This is what happened in the case of defending against the foreclosure of my mother’s house and the foreclosure of a house that belongs to one of my cousins. In other words, we won. We are not homeless, for now.

This book is also dedicated to my lawyer, Art Kirkland. He is the attorney who helped keep the Michigan state courts from evicting my mother and me. Like me, he is another attorney who is the victim of American just us. He had the nerve to graduate from Harvard Law School and go from representing banks to representing blacks. No good deed goes unpunished! However, his legal brilliance is what discovered that Wayne County, the county in which Detroit is located, conducted foreclosure sales in a manner that violated Michigan law. Art’s legal theory led me to research and find the precedents set by another Detroit-area attorney, Paul Nicoletti. Paul is a white attorney. Art is a black attorney. The homeowner prevailed when a white attorney, representing a white homeowner, in front of a white judge, was up against a white attorney representing a foreclosing bank. However, when a black homeowner, such as my mother, came before a black judge, (E. Lynise Bryant-Weekes), represented by a black attorney using the precedent set by the white attorney representing a white homeowner, at first, the black judge refused to give the black homeowner equal justice against the white attorney representing the bank. It took appealing to a higher court in order for a white judge, Robert L. Ziolkowski, to essentially rule in our favor. This foreclosure legal drama may be the topic of another book.

To my father, Hugh Belle, my sister Karen Muntu, my niece Fabienne, my nephew William, and my grand-daughters Uzuri, Trinity, and Nwanneka, my daughter-in-law Savannah, and Savannah’s children Majesty, Danielle, and Dan. May this child, this book, be the legacy of the roots of our family tree.

It is ironic how a family tree converges. On my mother’s father’s mother’s side of the family are the Ruckers. My cousin Edward E. Rucker researched that branch of our family tree all the way back to a Liverpool, England slave ship landing in Norfolk, Virginia in 1728. Along the way, he discovered that we are related to Medgar Evers, a slain civil rights leader. We’re related to Hiram Revels, the first black U.S. Senator who represented Mississippi during Reconstruction. We’re related to Richard Wright, a historic black playwright and author. (May I write as well as him!) We’re even related to Alan Keyes, a black presidential candidate for the Republican Party. We’re also related to Darius Rucker, the lead singer from Hootie and the Blowfish who is now a solo country music artist.

My father’s family tree hasn’t been researched as far back as a slave ship, at least not that I know of. However, my cousin Bryan Wadlington helped me understand who may or may not have been on those slave ships. Bryan’s mother, my father’s first cousin, was born in Detroit, but she married a Ghanaian doctor, moved to Africa, and gave birth to Bryan and his brothers. Bryan’s father was Ashanti. (Both of his parents are now deceased.) My cousin Bryan deserves thanks for revealing to me a mistaken identity. My preliminary research had found that the Ashanti, particularly the Akan, descended from the children of Israel, specifically the tribe of Judah. The preliminary research, admittedly written by British authors, indicated that many of the slaves imported to the Americas were Ashanti because those slaves were purchased at Elmina Castle in Ghana.[1] Consequently, according to the misinformation, I thought I was Ashanti. Bryan corrected the misinformation: He informed me that the Ashanti are the children of Israel,[2] but they traded with the British before fighting the British in the Ashanti Wars. The Ashanti Wars ended 95 years after Britain had ended the Trans-Atlantic slave trade. Bottom line is that the Ashanti were not the slaves. They were the slave catchers that sold the captives to the British for transport from the infamous Elmina Castle in Ghana.[3]

This begs the question as to who were the captives on that British slave ship that landed in Norfolk, Virginia in 1728? Papa Ce, (Ce is pronounced Say), whose full name is Yochanan EzeNdubuisi, is of Igbo[4] descent. Papa Ce, an anthropologist, said that most African-Americans whose ancestors were part of the slave trade descended from the Igbo. He advocates that African-Americans follow the example set by actors Forest Whitaker, Blair Underwood, and Paul Robeson and get a DNA test. Papa Ce believes that a significant portion of African Americans’ ancestry descends from the Igbo.[5] At least one other researcher has found that so many Igbos came through the slave ports of Virginia in the 1700s that local historians called colonial Virginia Igboland.[6] However, Papa Ce pronounces Igbo as Ibu, rhyming with and meaning Hebrew. He said that just as certain Ethiopians have long held the tradition that they are the tribe of Judah via descent through the children of Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, the Igbo likewise have the tradition that they are the descendants of the Israelite tribe of Gad, (Genesis 46:16).[7]

This book is dedicated to Papa Ce for telling me about Igbo Israelite identity and inspiring my research into Dr. Chambers’ book and other evidence that may possibly connect my family to the Igbos: May this book be instrumental in persuading the Chief Rabbinates in Israel to officially recognize various Jews in Africa as eligible to return to our ancient homeland in the land of Israel.

Because my cousin Edward Rucker had traced my Rucker side of the family to colonial Virginia, I expected my maternal DNA results to be Igbo. Imagine my surprise when, according to my mitochondrial DNA analysis conducted by www.23andme.com, I am L0a1. This means I can trace my mother, her mother, and my maternal great-grandmothers back 30,000+ years to Ethiopia/eastern Africa (Mozambique) and the Ethiopian Jews. Of course, this begs the question of how a person from eastern Africa became part of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade that history claims was restricted to western Africa. Once again, it seems that the history we were taught was inaccurate, if not downright lies. Perhaps I’m related to the Ethiopian Queen of Sheba who converted to Judaism and whose son, Menelik, was also a prince of Israel because his father was King Solomon.

The present state of science is not able to directly trace my mother’s father’s line. I would have to obtain DNA from one of my mother’s brothers. Because all of my mother’s brothers are deceased, I must ask one of the sons of one of my mother’s brothers, i.e., one of my first cousins, to do a DNA in order to obtain my mother’s father’s patrilineal line. In this way, family trees become a puzzle of finding the sons of a son for the patrilineal line or the sons and daughters of a daughter for the matrilineal line.

I am glad I still have my father, age 86, in order to obtain his DNA because I don’t have any brothers. My father’s DNA is particularly interesting: Again, according to DNA analysis conducted by www.23andme.com, my father’s mother’s matrilineal line is L3b1a. This Bantu-speaking haplogroup goes back approximately 60,000 years as it migrated from western Africa to eastern Africa and the Middle East after the Ice Age. Again, because my paternal grandmother’s DNA is from eastern Africa, my family alone serves as proof that the Trans-Atlantic slave trade encompassed the entire African continent.

Also according to www.23andme.com, my father’s patrilineal line is J2b2. This line traces back 18,000 years to Ashkenazi Jews, Sephardic Jews, and the Lebanese. Indeed, nearly 25% of Sephardic Jews share this haplogroup. This begs a question: If the Sephardic and Ashkenazi Jews are white, but they do not have a history of raping African slaves in the United States, then how does the descendant of sub-Saharan African slaves trace his DNA to the Jews? It must be, as the World War II Holocaust proved, that Jews cannot assimilate as pure or Aryan whites because they are, as African-Americans would say, passing for white. This is genetically obvious by the Jew-fro, the hairstyle similar to blacks’ distinctive curly-haired afro except for being worn by many Ashkenazi Jews: Evidently, the so-called white Jews trace their roots back to black. Although I got my father’s DNA results in February 2013, I started writing Mistaken Identities, a book about the mistaken racial identity of the Jews, at least 10-14 years beforehand. I felt like a Jew in my heart long before I had the DNA evidence to prove it.

This book is also dedicated to my cousins Ellen, another financial supporter, and her brother who I call Junior. Ellen is the legacy of my Aunt Ruby that remains here in America. In 1974, Junior, Aunt Ruby, and her husband informed the family they were going home. My mother thought her sister Ruby was moving back to Mississippi from Ohio. Instead, Aunt Ruby moved to Israel, claiming that the real Jews are black. My mother’s reaction was that Aunt Ruby had joined a cult. My mother was right: The group worships its leader, Ben Ammi, as the Messiah. However, the cult could not be successful in wooing members if it had no basis in truth; otherwise, middle-aged, educated, relatively successful middle class African-Americans like my aunt, uncle, and cousin would not voluntarily endure a life of poverty as illegal immigrants in another country. Bottom line, we discovered that Aunt Ruby was right, too: Some blacks are the children of Israel. She felt this, too, long before having the DNA evidence to prove it.

To Rabbi Capers Funnye, and the Beth Shalom B’nai Zaken Ethiopian Hebrew Congregation in Chicago: Before I found Detroit’s Downtown Synagogue, I felt like a boat without a port. I was looking for a house of worship where I felt welcomed and accepted. Thank you for giving me a place where I felt I belonged. There are those like you, who take the truth that the biological descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are not just European, and use this truth to build a bridge between men and women of all races. Beth Shalom means House of Peace in Hebrew. Many people say the words, but you live them. God bless you.

Speaking of family trees, Rabbi Funnye’s cousin is America’s First Lady, Michelle Obama. One of the most profound sayings that I will often repeat in this book is attributed to Ella Hughley: Prophecy, like history, repeats itself. The history repeating itself today is the history of the story of Queen Esther. Michelle Obama is married to the king of modern-day Babylon. Rabbi Funnye is a modern-day Mordecai, the relative of the first lady who is a Jew. God forbid that a modern-day Haman influences President Obama to directly or indirectly exterminate the Jews. However, if the need arises, the current first lady, like Queen Esther, is in a position to save her people.

Just like his lovely wife, U.S. President Barack Obama may have Israelite roots: His father is a member of the Luo ethnic group in Kenya.[8] The Luos have an oral tradition of descending from the Israelite refugees who fled to Egypt during the Greco-Roman occupations.[9] Currently, there is not as much research into the Luos’ claims as there is research into the Igbos’ claims, but if the Nilotic Luos’ claims are found to have sufficient support, then despite Barack Obama’s father being Muslim, Barack Obama Jr. may be America’s first biologically Israelite President.

This book is also dedicated to my congregation at the Isaac Agree Downtown Synagogue in Detroit, Michigan. Detroit is a city that is 85% black, so the Downtown Synagogue is one of the few synagogues left within the city limits. Previously, I took issue with Dr. Martin Luther King’s assertion that the most segregated hour in America is 11 a.m. on Sunday mornings. I believe the most segregated hour is 11 a.m. on Saturday mornings, but the Downtown Synagogue is different. It is racially integrated. I am very proud of a synagogue that works hard to be achieve tikkun ha-olam (the correction of the world) by being genuinely inclusive and welcoming. It is like a microcosm of Heaven. (I have always said that Heaven would be racially integrated. And so would hell.) I thank DaVid Powell for his wise contributions to this book. I also wish to thank Dr. Marty Herman for helping edit this book.

This dedication also recognizes fellow author Camille Walker McMillan: Kabbalah teaches that there are no coincidences. Though different paths led us to the same place, it is no coincidence that childhood next-door neighbors from inner city Detroit would reunite, 40+ years later, worshiping in Temple Israel of West Bloomfield, Michigan .

Back to family trees: To my first cousin Eva, (on my father’s side of the family), whose near-death experiences, induced by U.S. military experimentation, revealed our family’s genetic link to the Sephardic Jews. Indeed, Eva inspired me to get my father’s DNA. I was happy to share Daddy’s DNA results with Eva’s brothers and sisters, in addition to Aunt Olivia, my paternal grandfather’s sister, our family’s historian, and, at age 97, my oldest living relative.

To the members of Abiding Faith in Gainesville, Florida, and to Hartford Memorial Baptist Church in Detroit, Michigan for preparing me for this ministry. I can almost hear you now: How did we prepare you for converting (or reverting) to Judaism? But you taught me the King James Version of the Bible well, so well that I craved for the Hebrew. Thankfully, I found Philip Matthews of Cairo, Illinois and Rabbi Lynn Goldstein of St. Louis, Missouri to facilitate my conversion/reversion to learning about my long lost Jewish heritage.

To Bnei Baruch and Rabbi Michael Laitman: Thank you. The oppression and suppression I encountered while suing the CIA made me question the purpose of my life. The questioning led me to Kabbalah. Previously, I was taught the superstition that Kabbalah is witchcraft. Perhaps that’s how some misguided people use it. I like your scientific method to Kabbalah: The meaning of life, the secret