Unjust Military Justice: Despicable Military Documents Exposing Racial Discrimination

By Ernie Davis Jr.

This book is about a white Naval Officer who, figuratively speaking, placed his foot on the neck of a black sailor until that sailor screamed for help.

But for Ernie Davis Jr., no help ever came.

Even though the primary wrongdoer swore under oath at the author’s military trial that he had committed no acts of racial bias, documents that the same officer prepared show that he is an absolute liar.

The author’s military records shine a bright spotlight on a plot conceived and successfully initiated by a white naval officer who lied incessantly about Mr. Davis’ conduct and military background, falsified personnel records, and triggered a military trial resulting in the author’s “undesirable” discharge from the military.

Everything that happened to the author while in the Navy was based on monumental lies by one individual as well as a failure in the Navy system of justice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Oct 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665709781

Ernie Davis Jr.

Ernie Davis Jr. grew up as one of seven children of an impoverished, black Louisiana family. He joined the military to help his family and escape poverty. He was trying to do what Tyler Perry communicated to Anderson Cooper when he said his mother admonished him to “find a way.” The author’s understanding of what Tyler’s mother meant was to find a way to succeed in spite of all of the obstacles he would face along the way as a black man.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-0977-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6657-0979-8 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6657-0978-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021914675

Archway Publishing rev. date: 12/06/2021

CONTENTS

Introduction

PART 1

Chapter 1Walk of Shame

Chapter 2Truth Has No Statute of Limitations

Chapter 3A New Beginning—or So I Thought!

Chapter 4The Military: Culture of Systematic Racial Bias or Not?

Chapter 5My Country ’Tis of Thee!?

Chapter 6Permission to Come Aboard, Sir?

PART 2

Chapter 7Nightmares on Thirty-Second Street

Chapter 8Exhibit A: A Letter of Ugly Racial Discrimination

Chapter 9Trial of Ernest Davis Jr.

Chapter 10Experience, Training, and Promotions

Chapter 11Excerpts from Navy Medical Records

Chapter 12Who Dropped the Ball?

Epilogue

This book is dedicated to the memory of my mother, Viola Davis, a soft-spoken, gentle black woman who sacrificed to the uttermost for the welfare of her children. I often think about the time she bought my first pair of blue dress pants, with a very small amount down and payments stretched out over a number of months. She purchased these pants from an elderly Jewish merchant who traveled from New Orleans, peddling clothing and household products out of the trunk of his car.

As I struggled to prepare this dedication, I attempted to convey every word exactly right, oftentimes rewriting various sections over and over again, sometimes giving up until the next day. At a certain point, my mind transported me back to the time when I went to visit my mother as her life was nearing an end. As I boarded the plane to fly from California to Louisiana, I remember being faced with what I considered to be two very big problems: on the one hand, I was scared to death of flying; the other problem I experienced was not knowing what to say to Mama Dear at this very critical time in her life. That’s the name we so affectionately called her, Mama Dear.

You may say that what happened next was just a coincidence; however, I say unequivocally that what happened was in fact divine intervention. As it happened, my seat on this flight was right next to a little old black lady who was also traveling to Louisiana. At first, we never paid no attention to each other—that’s Louisiana slang. However, after a while (I don’t remember how long), we struck up a conversation. Out of the blue, in her own inimitable Luzianna accent and style, she asked me, What’s wrong, son? At that point, I felt comfortable enough to explain to her that I did not know what to say to my mother in her hour of deepest need. Without missing a