Annihilate the Sisterhood

By Martin J. Lee

About the Author
The violence that afflicts the Transgender community (Worldwide) has reached epidemic proportions. The Novel "Annihilate the Sisterhood" eloquently delves into the who, what, how, and why of this brutal frightening global conundrum.  Annihilate the Sisterhood is a must read indeed!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Oct 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889256670

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INTRODUCTION

Where in this wide world of ours do you reside? Do you live in a nation of immigrants, like that of the United States of America? A country with a plethora of races and ethnicities, who all harbor some folks that because the population is so voluminous it is more likely to have a myriad of prejudices, hatreds, phobias etc. among its diversified inhabitants. The ability to condescend on any group because of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, political affiliations or fellowship has existed since folks decided to gather wherever for whatever. However, murdering people for a behavior, not affiliated with any religion, faith, race, or ethnicity et cetera, is something different altogether. The desire to kill someone for expressing their own free will. A desire to eliminate those whose behavior in no way does it affect your life, family, or personal business. Or does it? Today in both the Girl Scouts of America and the Girl Guides, as they are referred to in the United Kingdom and Australia, allow members of LGBTQ+ community to be housed with natural females at 13 years of age. As a parent, are you comfortable with allowing your daughter to be housed with, and share a bedroom with a girl who has a phallus? Is that sick or is expressing one’s own free will that opposes your belief sick? Transsexuals are being murdered at an astounding rate today that has continued to be on the rise for over a decade and a half globally. Even though it’s been well over half a century since that closet door was exposed, opened, exited, and its former occupants, after protesting and demanding their rights, legally accepted, even if still not fully embraced by many. Is this an agenda, a fad, or a demented movement? The phobias that exist in others that tend to impede, or at least freight the freedom of choice, of movement and desire of many. Like when African American and many other men of deep hue pine to fall in love with, date and/or marry European women, or when Caucasian men adore dating and marrying women of color. Or when one espouses being gay, lesbian or transexual. There’s always the wondering of what they’re going to think about me and us. Even if you really don’t care-you’ll still think about it, sometimes ad nauseum. Predilections of someone, anyone, that inspire the ire of others that can cost them their life. Transexual because it suits, comforts, pleases, and soothes someone has now rendered them the focal point of people who have a murderous agenda. How about that? What gives you or anyone else the right to judge? It’s not just happening in America; this is happening worldwide. The questions are why and why now? Perhaps it’s this so-called information age we live in. This still being the first half of the 21st century, when technology has made it possible for all to connect with one another globally much easier than it has ever been before. Folks meet others today that would have been outside the realm of possibility 25-30 years ago. There is no longer the drudgery or expense of making a timed limited long-distance phone call. Today, we are now all just a keyboard away from meeting like-minded people virtually, worldwide. Therefore, the proclivities, interest, and desires of many like minds are being exposed and ultimately connected globally. The ability to satiate all fetishes, at least virtually, is here to stay and will only become easier with time. As technology continues to progress, many uncomfortably sick folks’ behaviors seemingly in step with that technological progression consequentially seem to devolve spiritually and regress simultaneously. As folks let any and all know who they really are, they now, more than ever before, run the risk of exposing themselves to the ill at ease, heartless, holier than thou arrogant lot that deplore transgender folks’ very existence. No matter who they are, or where they are from, without regard to race, ethnicity, or color. All races have these murderous cynical people mixed into their families and communities whether integrated or socially segregated everywhere in the world. It’s also vicious, violent mindsets and errant anti-social behaviors that kill people, not just people with guns, knives, clubs, and other weapons. Sick, deranged, easily misled, soul-less and gut-less humans who murder wantonly. This novel is asking, why do you want to annihilate these people who have a right to live by an off the grid, socially alternative, sexual and gender lifestyle? This novel wants you to think about who would kill someone for becoming transgender. Could it be a lover, maybe a disgusted, embarrassed parent? Perhaps a religious fanatic who swears by his religion’s holy book and they have interpreted scripture to mean you must die? If their lifestyle neither crosses, nor interferes with yours, and they are living the life they have chosen for themselves, how does it affect you? The inimitable, renowned Judge Joe Brown said that masculinity is under attack in its entirety, without regard of race ethnicity creed or color. He intimated in a podcast interview that he believes all masculinity is under siege by the transgender movement. Does the governor of Montana run concurrent with Judge Joe Brown? On Friday, April 28th, 2023, Governor Gianforte of Montana signed a bill into law restricting transition care for transgender minors under 18 years of age. The bill prohibits hormone treatments and surgery for minors. Are you in accord with Governor Gianforte and the many others who believe your children should not be allowed to legally physically transition their gender? Do you believe that transgender adults are being abusive when they allow children the right to transition? Perhaps that’s why you are chafed by their choice to live as they deem necessary for their own personal satisfaction and happiness. This novel was written to explore the reasons why and to try to answer those questions. Why do folks frequently want to kill transgender? This novel will try to understand if there is a logic behind the murdering madness that continues to afflict the transgender community worldwide. Is it their fault for crossing boundaries? Have any of them misrepresented their gender and made you feel like a fool to get you in bed, or is it your fault because of your wretched and repulsive arrogance, belligerence, or hubris? Why the murderous rampage, and why do their chosen behaviors bother you to the point of committing murder? Has anyone ever considered how their parents feel? Are they somehow contributing to their own demise? Does their behavior really repulse you, or are you annoyed because it interests and maybe even excites you? Does the thought of interacting with so-called trannies daily render you anxious? Maybe some of them are tucking and hiding, surreptitiously concealing their true gender identities until the point of no return last minute of a sexual encounter that will inevitably, allegedly because of their own nefarious chicanery, devolve into imminent murder. Perhaps some of these so-called trannies have a clandestine agenda to expose your inner desires to gain a one-up on you, just to embarrass you the first chance that they get because they are annoyed that you still live in the closet. You know how sneaky and motivated by an evil agenda some people can be. That’s a factual part of the human condition that cannot be denied. It is not an indictment of any one particular people, as the human condition engulfs all human beings. Is it probable, or even possible, that you can be objective and at the very least consider these difficult questions? Perhaps your whole life is and has been an all-around, personal, and occupationally repugnant experience according to you and yours, and you and yours now need someone, anyone to step on, just to feel good about something, anything since circumstance won’t allow you to feel good about yourself. Is that it? You could be a kindhearted, decent individual who cares and needs a little enlightening on the subject to increase your understanding and gain an appreciation of their lot. Today, worldwide, there are woman with phalluses and augmented breast that want to be viewed, addressed, greeted, and treated as women, referred to as she and her, not he or him regardless of their anatomical structure. Therefore, others may want to ask what is your ultimate agenda? Is it to kill all of them that you can? In Annihilate the Sisterhood, let’s take a realistic look at what’s happening when, where, why, with who, and for how long. And let’s take a fictional look at perhaps why this murderous phenomenon is transpiring globally now. Is it true that, Truth is stranger than fiction? In this case, after reading Annihilate the Sisterhood, why don’t you decide?!

FOREWORD

(Just Plain Old Self-Defense)

Growing up indecisive about which gender one is, (an event or condition called Gender Dysphoria) even though your physical anatomy clearly reflected male or female in the biblical sense was beyond peculiar. At times it was, and still is a living hell. Tolerating the strong, sometimes obnoxious opinions of everyone you know or encounter, including family members. The disheartening judgement of my own siblings. Going to church, the Temple or the Masjid and being told my desires are evil, animalistic, or inhumane. A pure aberration. Just outright ungodly. Elderly folks say it’s better for the transgender community today than ever before. Nonetheless, my overwhelming secret desire to be other than what I was born gender-wise is too overwhelming to ignore or dismiss. Feeling everything sensitively, like many would say a woman or girl does, and when these feelings are espoused, having to tolerate being called a bitch, a tranny, a she-male, or some other innocuous, gut-wrenching, humiliating epithet. Feeling very comfortable in a skirt, a dress, a blouse, or jeans cut and marketed to women when sneaking to try one on. Feeling these items fit the contours of my body to a T. Secretly harboring so many things about my thoughts that I dare not tell anyone. Having to endure the sickening teasing of rotten neighborhood kids close to you who say they’re your friends, but just don’t want you to be yourself. As if your desired gender and sexual choices gives them a one up on you. But what happens when I forfeit my masculinity and change my mind a little later down the road? Have you seen any of The Blaire White Project podcast interviews where transgender folks who call themselves De-Transitioners have changed their minds about the lives they wish to live but it is now too late because of the surgery they’ve elected to have. Many are saying that they were coerced into becoming transgender by physicians and school guidance counselors. Do you believe it’s okay to give a minor child under the age of 16 the legal right to surgically transition to transgender when he or she is not old enough to vote or purchase and consume alcoholic beverages? Many folks who elect to have surgery face an abundance of post-surgery physical issues related to the use of hormones. Should a minor child be exposed to hormonal treatment while their bodies are in the midst of maturing naturally? Is the desire to sexually transition a mental or emotional issue? Lordy, how draining it is biting my tongue and walking through life trying to adhere to everyone else’s principles. Being told that God doesn’t accept that behavior, therefore anyone who practices it will surely burn in hell. Then researching the Holy Bible, The Holy Koran, The Talmud, or the Kabbalah and finding passages that support their argument about how my sexuality will be the root cause of my eternal doom. Finally, and most disturbing, is being told that my behavioral desires have rendered me severely mentally ill. Talk about a torturous confusing existence. Having to endure these things and still love oneself was and still is extremely trying. That’s why I refuse to sit back while so many transgender women like myself are being slaughtered indiscriminately, seemingly in most cases with impunity. Or it’s a murder case where the investigation lacks sincerity and is handled poorly because the victim is transgender. I’ve had to and still must put up with other people’s crap about who I am ALL my life. If God is going to get me then let it be. But you are not God- whoever you are. I (and I hope we) therefore are not going to cower and hightail it as you continue your murderous onslaught- whoever you are. None of us should evade, elude, or fear you just because you are a murderer. It’s not only us, but you too who are going to feel God’s wrath one way or another if your indiscriminate killing of transgender folks continues. But before you get to God, pray that the laws of reciprocity don’t get to you first. Have you seen the Documentary film Kokomo City? Which aired in April, 2023. One if the profiled subjects (a Ms. Rasheeda Williams AKA Koko Da Doll) has recently been murdered in Atlanta Ga. Her murder prompted the Atlanta police department to release the following statement: We are aware of the epidemic level of violence that black and brown transgender women face in America. What did the rap duo known as Cypress Hill once say? We ain’t going out like that! Is that a challenge or a threat? Hardly. It’s just a statement confirming our desire to defend ourselves. When a target slinks away, cowers, turns tail to hightail, or continually cries victim, then you make yourself an imminent target and we can no longer keep living like that. Apparently, we are already a target, a rather large bullseye, and we don’t want to exacerbate our own already existing problems. So, we’re letting anyone who thinks we deserve to die immediately know it’s best to now think it through. Because that kill the trannies; to hell with those damn sick ass shemales attitude could result in your own demise, physically, spiritually and even legally. Because espousing that, I hate them damn trannies, and she males- they should die philosophy, that’s a federal hate crime predicate. We want you to not worry only about legality when you decide to try to make any of us meet our demise. Today there’s not only a possibility but also a high probability that you can and will meet your own demise in the process! Is that a contentious attitude, or/and a provocative statement? Perhaps it is both. Just remember we don’t want to fight, hurt, maim, torture or kill anyone. What we all really want is for you to leave us alone and take your hate elsewhere. We desire what most human beings desire. That is to be loved and then love in return. In essence, I am what I am, and I live my life for me in accord with my own principles and desires. If I don’t strain or cross any of your boundaries then I don’t only expect to be left alone, but today I demand it. You absolutely have to stop people from brutalizing you and yours, by force if necessary. They must know that you have boundaries that you are willing to die for and to kill for. Once folks realize that, only then are they willing to stop encroaching upon your right to any life choice. This is the human condition, human nature. It has been that way since the beginning of time. It is why so many countries in the world who were once colonized ultimately had to fight for their independence. Stop that shit and get the hell out of my face or else has always been more effective than, Please stop it and leave me alone. It is a fact of life that once you’ve become a targeted victim, it is you who must dispel the notion that you are a soft touch or easy prey by fighting for your principles and/or your life if you must. Transgender folks are being killed wantonly and it is transgender folks that must put a stop to this. If they want to live according to their own principles, then this must be their mantra, their motto, and their course of action. It’s called fighting fire with fire for survival or just plain old self-defense.

Sweet are the uses of Adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

-William Shakespeare

BOOK 1

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RESPLENDENCE

Chapter 1

Terrence Joseph (Jo) Hope was born September 11th, 2000, in Chaska Minnesota. He and his family of 3 older siblings, two older sisters and an older brother, a high school teacher mom, and certified plumber, certified electrician, and carpenter-contractor dad moved to Brooklyn, New York during the reconstructive, rebuilding days of the 9-11 New York Twin Towers disaster aftermath. Which, as fate would have it, was the same day as his first birthday. So, no one born and raised in New York should feel out of sorts when they hear him proclaim himself a native New Yorker or a lifetime Brooklynite. His father’s construction company bid on and won an astronomical bid to help other fortunate construction companies demolish, excavate, and rebuild the area once known as the World Trade Center. A strikingly beautiful boy with an undeniable feminine beauty who was born with shoulder length jet black naturally curly hair that cascaded down his mocha complexioned shoulders and back like a moonlit waterfall streaming down the flat side of a mountain just before dawn. Flowing while glowing. This is the kind of beauty that foments both jealousy and reverence and creates instant adorers, as well as immediate, mortal enemies. His first babysitter, his mom’s niece- his first cousin, surreptitiously used to toy with his tiny little penis, and when it grew from 1/8 inch to ¼ inch she would tickle his infinitesimally diminutive scrotum until the young toddler guffawed in a fit of laughter. The melodious sound that occurs during a toddler’s deep belly shaking laughter can be a joyfully intoxicating sound to hear. Therefore, Jo’s family, who were moved by his continual jovial infant laughter whenever Jo was placed into his cousin’s charge, had no idea that simultaneously, however subtle and unnoticed, the child was being sexually abused. No one, especially Jo’s parents, could fathom or even imagine that this was the beginning of an infancy filled with an almost demonic abuse. This was also the beginning of an infant who grew into a young toddler as his neophyte life is filled with interacting with people who just had to touch his face or his body in one way or another. There was always someone in his face kissing and groping him. He just could not understand why almost everyone he met seemed to have had the worst breath anyone could tolerate. Nonetheless, for quite some time, he accommodated everyone who crossed his path. That is until he realized that not everyone who pined to grope him had his best interest at heart. As the infant grew into a toddler of about 2 or 3 years old, his cousin, who remained one of his main babysitters, not only did his cousin sensually play with his penis periodically, especially when left alone with Jo for any length of time, she would load his extra tight little rectum with Vaseline and drench her entire right hand with baby oil and penetrate, however gently, his crap lined, extremely tight tiny toddler rectum with her pinky. Now because the child was growing into awareness, she administered her demented sexual abuse when he was asleep. Sick cheap thrills for a young woman related to a beautiful baby boy. Because she had never seen a child whose genitalia didn’t interest her. Initially this sadistic routine didn’t annoy the child. He would laugh until he felt something unusual to him or any other infant child- pain, and it began to slowly escalate for about 6 months. Then the child would wail in agony as the unusual feeling of pain shot up his tiny butthole up to his miniature back. This would anger his babysitting cousin and she would smack him until he gagged and/or until he lost a breath trying to scream louder. Then there would be a 2-to-3-week period of quiescence when his demented cousin would stop altogether. Only to begin her sick routine all over again. After a little more than two years of this intermittent visit to hell the severely traumatized frightened child, now a speaking toddler able to express himself, would no longer allow himself to be left alone with her. He would recoil and get visibly upset, appearing that he was coming down with a fever and cower into a fit of crying. Still, he was taken to Aunt Helen’s so that his parents could go to work and his siblings could prepare for school the next day. Then on the third day after Terry (Jo) told his mom he feared Aunt Helen, the traumatized toddler flew into a fit of trembling abject fear. No Mommy, no please I don’t want to be with Aunt Helen, he screamed to the top of his lungs. Prior to this outburst Jo’s Mom had given titular attention to what she considered to be young Terry’s (Jo’s) growing up tantrum attack. Once she gave rapt attention to her son’s wailing naturally her mother’s intuitive perception kicked in (finally) and she now realized something was seriously amiss between her child and his babysitter, her sister’s daughter. Terry (Jo) couldn’t explain why to his parents, only that Aunt Helen made his back hurt and that he feared her.

Well Terry (short for Terrance, Jo’s Christian name that he used as a child) does Aunt Helen hit you or beat you? asked Mom.

No, said little Terry (Jo), but when I come home, I don’t feel good and my stomach and back always hurt. I don’t like her and I’m never going back over there. Both parents decided to have a talk with Aunt Helen to see for themselves why their son was so agitated and suddenly so afraid of her. The evil Aunt Helen was obviously rehearsed and prepared to defend herself against her nephews’ allegations of her making him fearful of her. Helen’s response reminded Jo’s mother (who taught high school English Literature) of the line from Shakespeare’s play Macbeth: Methinks the Lady doth protest too much. She appeared much too angry at a toddler for Jo’s mother’s liking. Aunt Helen furiously stated that she had babysat their child for over two years, and he was now all a sudden-scared to death of her. She remained obviously overtly indignant and perturbed until her aunt and husband (Jo’s parents) were set to leave her mother’s home. However, Jo’s mom could feel in Helen’s defensive posture and angry presentation that something negative has occurred between Helen and her son and she was just pleased that he didn’t have to be hospitalized and that whatever it was that seemingly the young child’s response was timely enough to bring it to an end before it got any worse. Exactly what happened-she did not know, and she had neither a hunch nor a clue. This was the first event in their young beautiful son’s life that made both parents realize that their child’s extraordinary beauty and talent was both a curse and a blessing and that this child, because of his inordinate comeliness, would require a much closer scrutiny during his rearing years then his older siblings ever did. For the next week or so, Jo’s parents searched frantically for a daycare that provided around the clock closed circuit camera coverage of their child’s daily activity. They wanted to be able to monitor every activity Jo and his classmates were involved in every second of everyday. They were fortunate enough to find one within 2 miles of their home. It was expensive but was now within the parents’ income budget. Since dad began work at Ground Zero of the World Trade Center his income had more than tripled and obviously it was necessary for their child’s safety and for their own peace of mind. As they monitored Terry (Jo’s) progression from a toddler to a pre-school lad, his parents quickly began to realize how talented their handsome son is. He loved music and asked for a piano and a flute. His parents were able to afford both, but they decided to gift the young man with only the latter because he was so young, and they concurred that learning piano and flute simultaneously might cumber his academic studies. A new flute and lessons tri-weekly should be enough for now, they agreed. When kindergarten began Terry (Jo) was an above average flutist at only 5 years old. His parents and his kindergarten teacher were aware of his ability to solve simple math problems and to read, comprehend, and retain the information he would glean from books meant for 3rd or 4th graders. They all saw Jo’s abilities as gifts and decided to have young Terrance (Jo) tested for his I.Q. The school’s faculty, already immensely impressed with Jo’s musical capabilities and the child’s advanced academic acumen, requested his I.Q. examination to determine where he should be placed in school to challenge his already brilliant academic prowess. His I.Q.