When Sex Tilts Justice

By Marcus Tyler

When lifes trials and tribulations shake our very core. When pain is abundant, patience is thin and searching for hope seems impossible. In our weakest hour, please take comfort in knowing, our God of many names is with you. Wait on Gods instructions before you act off of emotions and witness the instruments he uses to fight the devil. Remember, there is a greater God in you, than he that is in the world. Fight the good fight!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452082363

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First published by AuthorHouse 10/13/2010

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Contents

PREFACE

When Sex Tilts Justice

THE COUNSELOR

THE FALSE LETTER

OUR DAY IN COURT

THE JUDGE’S TEMPORARY DECISION

LOSING FAITH

ABANDONMENT

Words of Inspiration

BEING SELECTED FOR YELGNAL AIR FORCE SHARP TROOP AWARD

Words of Inspiration

The Congressional Inquiry

PREFACE

I would like to first thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, in whom all things are possible. My Lord, when my world was crumbling before me, it was you who pulled my spirit from the bowels of my own hell. Secondly, to my wonderful and loving mother, Mrs. Ella M., thank you, Mom! I pray that you are at peace and that one day our spirits will be united. Thank you for planting that spiritual seed in me and for teaching me how to keep faith when all else around fails. And lastly, my son, Eli for it was you, my son, whom God used as an instrument to reach me and undoubtedly to save lives that didn’t know they were in jeopardy.

I was truly lost, deep in the pit of my own hell, unable to see a resolution to my circumstances. I became so obsessed with thoughts of pure evil and the overwhelming desire to strike back at my tormentor that I could even visualize my hellish act. Then you, Eli, at age four called me in my last hour and with an innocent voice uttered such profound and heartfelt words: Daddy, it will be all right. Your words, although simple, saved my life and others that day. I knew at that very moment that whatever I decided to do to my tormentors, it would be my legacy to you.

In an age when violence seems to be the mentality of choice for the black man, we have grown accustomed to reacting as society has expected us to. However, Eli, your words made me rethink my actions instead of acting on impulses and emotion. Because of you, I chose to fight my tormentors on an administrative and constitutional front rather than taking the easy way out through violence. One thing is for sure: in life, you are dealt certain cards. Some are good and some are not so good. As a father, I am responsible for teaching you how to handle some of life’s pitfalls and setbacks. This is only one of many lessons I want to teach you. It’s my hope that once you’re faced with something painfully similar to what I’m going though, you avoid the temptation to act out of pure emotion and objectively think it through. Letting reason, faith and patience guide you instead of emotions, these three traits have more spiritual and worldly benefits.

At the time, I could hardly see the benefits of sharing my story with so many people. However, one prevailing fact continued to push me to do so, and that was my son, Eli. Life is challenging already, and being African American comes with additional challenges. Having said that; I make no excuses for being myself! It is how you approach these challenges that will either shatter society’s negative stereotypical thinking or perpetuate it. I refused to have society say what it has routinely said in the past: Another black man confronted with a problem responds with violence. Put ’em in jail! There goes my freedom!

Before I share my story, let me just make this clear. Despite this book being the offspring of an unfortunate divorce, my intent is not to write about what is all too common. Unfortunately, part-time values, disposable ethics, and quarterly marriages appear to be the norm in America. Instead, I want to share with you one man’s experience in dealing with the city’s judicial system, a system filled with attorneys with disposable ethics, the state bar’s lack of leadership, and lastly, but more important, how vulnerable we all are when we are unjustly battered and abused. Victims of such a system can easily become deeply twisted and manipulated into committing murder if they are without a spiritual grounding—God.

It is through sharing my experience that I hope to inspire and encourage others to remain strong and focused and not give up on faith, for God is present. It is unmistakably clear to me and reaffirmed again through my experience that God’s greatest moment is during chaotic and turbulent times. As a believer in Jesus Christ, I am a faith-holder! As a holder of faith, I believe the secret is clear to the believer and obtainable to those who will seek it. Faith is the wellspring from which resolution, perseverance, and inner strength are drawn. My brothers and sisters of black, white, brown, and yellow fight the good fight in the sight of God and stand fast. Peace will come to those who deserve it.

When Sex Tilts Justice

The morning that was to set the stage of the end of my six-year marriage, I have to admit, started out pretty normally. But, like being set adrift at sea, you know not the size of the wave that is coming until it’s beneath you. This morning, like usual, I was up early to see my son off to preschool. I worked swing shift at the air force base, but getting up early with Eli was normal for me. However, the real motivator for getting up early was that I really enjoyed the idea of fixing breakfast for my son. It was a dream come true. You see, I did not have a father as I was growing up. Unfortunately, my father passed when I was five years of age. I knew very little about him and recalled even less of him. Please understand, I am not implying he was bad or abandoned me. That is between him and God. As far as I am concerned, I still love him and continue to pray even today that he is at peace.

I often wonder, like most adults who have lost a parent as a child, What would my father think about the type of person I turned out to be? I will ponder this question as long as I live. I think most will agree: not having a father-and-son experience leaves gaps only a father can fill. Nevertheless, I thank God for my mother and the children she bore. As God guided her, she knew exactly what to place in the gaps. My mother, through God, did such a wonderful job filling in the gaps in my childhood that my blessings were abounded and I am able to pass them on. No, I’m not a millionaire;