Genocide Against Americans: The Russian Government, the Russian Mafia, their 2023 Israel-Hamas Proxy War, & their Coup Against Americans - Tips to Stay Alive, Book 2 of 2, March 2024, 6th Edition

By Stacy A. Hackney

I describe Active Measures, a genocide-coup designed by the KGB against Americas & our govt -- deployed last century in contravention of multiple peace agreements the USSR signed beginning in 1948 promising to not attack civilians. Lies are a thru-line w/the Russian Mafia (the "RM") & before it the KGB: (1) lies that sound like truth, (

• Language: English
• Publisher: RussnCoupAttpt Publishing Co
• Release date: Mar 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798885430258

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21.2 - My young childhood wasn’t all about service

Mom made sure I learned how to swim by signing me up at the community pool, and when a teacher or a new stepmother treated me cruelly, she had my back. Her love for us was reflected in the high quality of her care and raising of us, which I took for granted because she’d existed when I was born. I assumed, if I thought about it at all, that all children received such quality care. She is entrapped by the KGB/Russian Mafia, and, having known her from my birth, and now knowing the Russian Mafia is working a coup here and has been for decades, I see the negative ways slavery has impacted her parenting, and definitely her quality of life. In brief, as a parent and as a person, her first loyalty is to the Russian Mafia. That is why I charge the Russian Mafia and the Russian government with genocide against people living in America. Unlike other coups across our species’ history, generally, coups didn’t demand parents to abandon their children, to destroy their families. In this coup, the Russian Mafia is destroying families in America. That’s what makes their attack genocide. Families are the foundation of our species. Destroying our families destroys our species. The Russian Mafia doesn’t care.

My mother was an excellent parent; loving, firm, consistent. My world revolved around her and I had unquestioned confidence in her because, not only did she house, cook, feed, clothe me and braid my hair, and do the same for herself and my siblings, she made sure we got our vaccinations timely (an experience we didn’t appreciate at the time – I still remember my 6 year old brother running screaming down the clinic hallway, fleeing yet another vaccine).

Mom was in her early 20s doing the best she could; I didn’t know that then, I know it now. Because of the sequence of events that had befallen her, my mother was, at times, a very stressed drill sergeant in terms of needing my help. She said I was her only child who could tell when she was stressed. I don’t know how I could tell: she didn’t yell at us and she wasn’t violent towards us. I probably heard something in her voice. She later said I was more sensitive to my environment than my siblings. For sure I’m not psychic¹ but I can generally tell when someone is upset even when they’re not displaying it overtly. That’s why I knew when the American operative lost his temper and went loud on me. Female operatives I thought were my friends had been tasked with getting me to a restaurant and this operative, he looked like a plain clothed police officer, was listening in on our conversation. I said something risque. It was girls night out, I didn’t know anyone but my ‘friends’ was listening. I didn’t want to be the only woman saying nothing about sex. The ‘friends’ were fishing about my sex life but I didn’t know that. They both brought up their sex lives but I didn’t know I was being double teamed. (I’ve been quadruple teamed so beware that’s something the Russian Mafia does here.) I’m not trained in espionage, the attacks I’m discussing in this book are from my experiences, unless I state otherwise.

At that time, the Russian Mafia had failed multiple times to entrap me, spent over ten years setting up four entrapments that I’d evaded unknowingly. On top of that, the KGB had spent twenty years working to destabilize me. They didn’t know how I was evading them. I knew many bad things had happened to me but I had zero idea I was being hunted. I didn’t know I was evading them.

American operatives controlled by the Russian Mafia were increasingly frustrated, and when the Russian Mafia and/or the American law enforcement they own are frustrated with a victim, they let the victim know. The Russian Mafia and the American law enforcement they own are very entitled, treat me like a criminal because they want me to be one.

After hunting me for years, they’d gotten two operatives to befriend me and I was leaving the firm where those operatives worked. Previously the Russian Mafia and the KGB had deployed coworkers and supervisors to harass me, and the Russian Mafia certainly continued that tradition on my next, and last two jobs.

I’d given notice at the law firm I worked at in part to get away from unnaturally sticky ‘friends,’ but I didn’t know they were operatives, I didn’t understand their determined attachment to me and was uncomfortable with it.

My ‘friends’ and I laughed at my joke, and glancing up I saw a man I didn’t know staring at me in disgust. I looked away, realizing that he’d been eavesdropping. Later that evening I stopped at the grocery store as I walked home after the meal. At the grocery store I was overtly harassed several times for the first time directly² by uniformed and plain clothed security and/or law enforcement. I believe the angry eavesdropping operative ordered a change in attack strategy in retaliation because I dared to unknowingly resist entrapment by an enemy foreign government. Before they went loud, I had no idea there was a ‘they.’ The next nearly 25 years were horrific but the good thing to being overtly attacked is that you know you have an enemy. Because of their overt attacks I’m able to write this book of warning to the world. Because of their overt attacks I was able to understand that my family was being used to entrap me after the Russian Mafia sickened me when I was 50. Had the Russian Mafia not gone loud, I doubt I would’ve been able to piece together that my mother and siblings are entrapped. By the time they were deployed to entrap me, to try to get me to lie and cheat for gain, I’d already been overtly attacked by many people, out of the blue, and had no idea why. But I knew I had a very powerful enemy. Knowing you have an enemy when you have one is high value intel. Which is why the Russian government no longer tells it’s victims it’s attacking them.³

21.3 – Mom’s stress load & my favorite adults during my childhood

Because of her stress load and the unhappiness it caused her, mom wasn’t my favorite adult when I was a child. She was one of my favorite people but my favorite adults during my childhood were a maternal aunt, and my grandparents, because they loved me, hugged me, smiled at me a lot, never criticized me, gave me anything I wanted to eat during my visits; offered me candy, lemonade and ice cream, all of which I much preferred to babysitting my brothers and sister, even though I loved my siblings.

When I was at home, which was most of the time, I assisted mom because she needed the help. When I was with my aunt or grandparents, I was on vacation. I didn’t know that word when I was 6 and 7, but I knew which experience I preferred. Mom let me visit my favorite relatives regularly but after a day or so she wanted me home, I think to help watch my siblings while she cooked, cleaned, ironed, ran errands, worked outside the home, and ran the household.

Cinderella was my favorite story during my childhood because I could relate to her as a working family member character. While I wanted more grandparent time, overall, I had a good childhood living with my mother, who I trusted. And I loved my siblings. I spent a little time with my father but he was in the military during part of my childhood. I spent more time with his parents and extended family than I did with him. I adored my grandparents.

21.4 - Babysitting my fearless young siblings – learning to negotiate with them when I was 6, 7, 8, 9; my mother and my siblings taught me that power is responsibility, and hard work when done right

As a child, I had to come up with a simple strategy to keep my siblings safe while our mother ran errands. They were wild young ones, fun, fearless, and thought themselves invincible. In my memories of them as very young children, they wanted fun, quests, games, stories: they were used to being held in safety and wanted something different when our mom wasn’t around.  They were very strong-willed, all of them are dominants. When our mother left, they wanted adventure. So I learned to negotiate: as long as they didn’t hurt themselves, or anyone else, or the furniture, I wouldn’t boss them around (they hated being bossed around and I felt zero need to boss them. My only need, built by my mother, was to keep them and myself safe until she returned). Most of the time my mother returned from errands to find undamaged kids and undamaged furniture, and reasonably happy children because they hadn’t been micromanaged.  Years later one of my sisters told me how much she’d appreciated during her childhood my not bullying her.

At 6, 7, etc., I didn’t know how to articulate my strategy but basically in my mind there were 3 teams: my mother, me, and my siblings. (1) My mother needed her children kept safe when she wasn’t around; (2) not all my siblings were interested in being kept safe when our mother wasn’t around but they did prefer to not be in pain, and they hated being bossed; and (3) my job was to return undamaged children and undamaged furniture to my mother (and preferably) happy children because they hadn’t been bossed around. I don’t remember my siblings ever telling my mother I’d abused them while I watched over them. It never occurred to me to harm them, physically or psychologically.

Because of the needs of my mother and siblings I learned how to work successfully with people when I was 6, 7, 8, 9. The key is respecting others needs, being responsive to their needs. Listening. Respect. Valuing. It helps if you love the people you’re caring for, and it helps if you care about their comfort and happiness.

21.5 - My maternal grandmother

To her children, our mother was the center of our world, and she was the law. I wanted to stay with my maternal grandmother back east but my mother had refused. She had very good reasons for not allowing me to stay but I was 9 and she was 27 when I asked. She didn’t know how to tell me that my beloved maternal grandmother had beaten her for no reason for years, had punched her in the stomach for no reason when she was between the ages of 12 and 16, leaving her gasping for breathe and about to pass out from the pain. My grandmother’s common law husband witnessed the attack and said he’d report my grandmother to the authorities if she ever hit my mother like that again. He of the working up to being a child rapist thought my grandmother’s assault against my mother so severe that he threatened to report her. Because of his threat, my grandmother never again gut punched my mother, but she still beat her.

Mom didn’t know how to tell me when I was 9 that the man who occasionally visited my maternal grandmother, who always smiled at me because he saw how much I loved him, and who sometimes gave me a whole quarter for the ice cream truck, had tried to rape mom when she was a child.

When I asked to stay with grandma, mom told me no, and explained why decades later. I had no choice but to accept her no. I wasn’t the type of child to sulk. It took me awhile to adjust my view of my grandmother and her common law husband after mom told me how horrifically they’d abused her. Of course I believed her. She was very specific, her stories consistent. After she told me I was angry with her for letting me love them so deeply when they’d been monsters to her. But I had to remember she was a child herself when she endured the traumas. She’d had no therapy. How does a survivor describe that level of trauma to a 9 year old. My 27 year old mother didn’t know how to tell me when I was 9.

Mom worked, went to school, married and divorced her husband, had a few girlfriends she played cards with when she had a few hours to play cards, and she tried to make a go of it as a singer (I loved her voice). I got no overt spoiling from her but I knew she loved me because of the way she treated me. The Russian Mafia, when they use her as a weapon against me to extract information and/or to fish to see if they can entrap me, use her as camouflage. The way they exploit my mother’s and my relationship, and the way I’ve witnessed the Russian Mafia’s exploitation of other American children operatives is how I know they’re committing genocide against people living in America. The Russian Mafia intends and is working to destroy us.

21.6 - From the Midwest to Southern California: new teachers, new friends & tetherball

Back east my friends had been African American. In Southern California most of my new friends were Caucasian as they were the largest ethnic majority in our new city and comprised most of my classmates. I had no problem with the change.

My mother raised me and my siblings to respect all people irrespective of ethnicity. Where we’d lived back east our neighbors had mostly been African American, with a sprinkling of Polish American and Jewish American families. In Southern California our neighbors were mostly Caucasian American, with a sprinkling of African American families -- we were one of the sprinkles.

Back east my teachers had been African American, in Southern California my first teachers were Caucasian. I learned from and obeyed my teachers because they were good at their job and helped me understand math, which I loved, and reading, which my mother had taught me to love.

21.7 - 5th grade in Southern California (age 10, 1970)

I completed 4th grade back east and began and completed 5th grade with the host family in California, where I was taught tetherball and played against other ten year old’s who appeared to have mastered the game by the time they were five. I was repeatedly trounced; even little kids age 8 ran the board, knowing exactly how hard and at what angle to hit the tethered ball so it arced well over my head, even as I jumped trying to intercept it. I watched it, out of reach, as it returned to the little Californian playing against me, and they’d hit it hard to send it powering around the pole. I don’t remember winning even one game but I enjoyed trying. Just like my playmates in the Midwest my California friends liked hopscotch, jump rope, and playing with their yo-yo. I’d had to leave my old, beloved, well broken-in bike back east mom had bought me a few years back as we couldn’t haul it in the trunk of the car, but Mom promised me a brand new bike which she delivered after she put a down payment on and we moved into our new-to-us, modest house.

In California I played with a wider array of ethnically diverse kids. I liked the kids near my age in the family we stayed with temporarily. I liked my 5th grade teacher. My siblings liked their school. Mom loved her job. We were happy.

21.8 - We moved out of our host’s house and across town into our own house after I’d finished 5th grade

We made friends with all the children in our kid-packed new neighborhood, most of the kids were Caucasian, which was the norm in the Southern California city where we lived.

21.9 - 11 year old in junior high school - 6th grader & I join the school band

My 6th grade teacher read to our class out loud and she chose good stories. I loved her reading period. I’d lay my head on my desk and listen to her tell me a story.

Walking down the hall in 6th grade an African American teacher approached me and asked me to join band. I’d never thought of learning to play an instrument, no one in my immediate family did, and I had no instrument. He said he had plenty so I went to band practice having asked my mother’s permission, which she granted. That was my introduction to music and I learned how to read music and play instruments starting with him.

There was a very nice janitor who worked at the school, a near retirement Caucasian gentleman who was very nice to me.

The standout adults I remember at that school were my very proactive band teacher who facilitated my learning four instruments starting with the first one he supplied, because he needed more kids in band; the kind janitor; and my teacher who read stories out loud to our class.

21.10 – Babysitters get paid? Who knew? It wasn’t until I was 11 & hired by one of our new neighbors that I received remuneration for babysitting. I’d been babysitting my siblings for years and not received a penny. I guess Mom felt room & board & an occasional cuddle were plenty compensation

One of our African American neighbors asked me to babysit her and her husband’s two young children. I asked my mother for permission as she, I, and our neighbor walked up the street to our new neighbor’s house. Mom gave me permission and I was paid, I think, $.50 or $1.00 per hour, I forget which.  The oldest in my family at 11, I was an old hand at babysitting but had never been paid. I’d had no idea people were paid to babysit (walking up the street with our new neighbor I caught a laughing glance from my mother aimed at me which I didn’t understand at the time meant ‘uh oh, the cat’s out of the bag’). Getting paid was nice (I maybe earned $3 to $5, total), her little ones were adorable and well behaved. I tried to call that neighbor within the last several years (so sometime between 2021 to 2023). I got her number from Mom which I think didn’t work, and I got a different number that was supposedly our old neighbor’s. The Russian Mafia stopped my call from going through. That was before I understood that they were blocking my calls to people and/or companies (i.e. medical care providers) they didn’t want me to reach.

When I watched my younger siblings for my mother as she ran errands and/or was on her way from work home, they were headstrong and adventurous and I had to protect them without seeming to do so until our mother returned to relieve me of the responsibility. I never felt I had power over my siblings. Rather I felt a responsibility to keep them safe while they were in my care. I didn’t articulate my thoughts, I didn’t know the words then but even as a child I interpreted power as responsibility, not as dominance over others.

22 - How the Russian Mafia uses racism as an in to embed themselves in the dominant group of a nation, only to later destroy that nation. They’ve worked this attack against Americans (using the KKK). They’ve worked it against Italians, French, Israelis, Chinese & Indians, to name a few

When she was a young mother, Mom taught us by her actions that people of all ethnicity’s are to be respected.  We didn’t know that wasn’t the norm at that time. Now, the Russian Mafia has mom spout the racist dog whistles her influencers teach slaves. My beloved mother is a slave and, especially when you hear racism from someone who you knew was not a racist, that’s a red flag the Russian Mafia has their hooks in them.

Racism is a very high value weapon the Russian Mafia deploys in many nations to gain a foot hold in the nation. In America, they exploited racism in the KKK to gain a foot hold. General Gerasimov alludes obliquely to it in his paper titled The Value of Science in Prediction.⁴ He says the use of special-operations forces and internal opposition …. to create a permanently operating front through the entire territory of the enemy state….

Racism has been very good to the Russian Mafia. They, the USSR, and the KGB before them deploys racism as an in. They offer (1) the dominant, (2) the most powerful religion and/or (3) ethnicity the service of eradicating (whoever is asking to share power with a minority) or destabilizing the minority. The Russian Mafia does so, using the blood of minorities, one of it’s favorite things to do as it believes it is the only master race in our species. Then, having made their bones with the dominant group, they, over time, steal the country out from under the nose of the dominant group. They’re working this attack against Americans and against the Israelis. It’s their go-to way to enslave the world so China, India and the Russian Mafia’s other slave-allies need to read this book and never believe a word they say unless it’s ‘I want to enslave the world, and I’ll kill anyone to do so.’ This the Russian Mafia’s truth.

22.1 - The USSR’s 1st illegal attack against my civilian mother’s children⁵

One day while playing with one of our new friends who was maybe 12 or so and who had a deformed leg (one shorter than the other so he wore a shoe with a much thicker heel but still limped), when out of the blue and without provocation he hit my brother right in front of me. We’d been playing and laughing: me, our friend, and my three siblings, then kow-pow.

We weren’t hitters and weren’t used to kids hitting us. That was the first time I remember a kid hitting us. Our mother was a very hands on parent and our only parent on the ground in California. She didn’t tolerate fights. Even her two oldest children, me and my brother, 11 and 10, didn’t fight. We wrestled and played with each other and our siblings. After a second of stunned silence, I hit the boy back, once, on his back/shoulder, then we left his front yard where we’d been playing, crossed the street to our house, opened our front door, and went to tell our mother what had happened. Being hit by another kid was a big deal. We didn’t describe the attack in ethnic terms because we didn’t think in ethnic terms. The child was Caucasian which our mother already knew. Rough estimate, 90% of our neighbors were Caucasian; Caucasian Americans were the largest ethnicity in the Southern California city we’d moved to, and their large numbers were normal to us. That had been the reality on the ground when we’d arrived a couple years ago, just as in the part of the Midwest city where we’d once lived African Americans were the largest ethnicity. Differences in skin color were no big deal to us. The sky is blue, part of the country is mountainous, part of the country is flat, part of the country has many lakes, in different parts of the country various ethnicity’s have larger numbers of individuals than in other parts of the country.

We didn’t correlate ethnicity with violence. We were children who’d largely been protected by our mother from violence, but we were so young we didn’t know our species can be very violent. For sure we didn’t know the USSR was in our country working a coup. We didn’t understand ethnic-based hierarchy, the USSR’s hatred of Americans, and that coward enemy governments like the USSR attack civilians, women, and children, even after promising they won’t.⁶ All we children knew was one of our friends had hit one of us for no reason.

We were an African American family of well-mannered children, two boys, two girls. We had a hardworking, amazing, devoted mother. Because we kids were born in the Midwest, not the South, and had never heard of the KKK until 1971-72 we didn’t understand ethnic-based protocol. For instance, our mother raised us to treat all adults with respect, and to be courteous and kind to other children. If you’re a parent, you know how much work it is socializing children. My mother put in that work starting when we were very young. While we were taught to give respect and courtesy, we were raised to expect courtesy and respect in return. That became a problem when the USSR and it’s KKK allies expected us to take a beating without defending ourselves. We saw ourselves as the same as other children, only with browner skin.

Some African Americans raised in the South at that time had it drilled into them that Caucasian people were socially superior and they were taught to never confront them. My mother’s children didn’t get the memo. We were respectful, courteous, friendly children who adapted easily to a more mixed ethnic environment. Our neighbors in the Midwest had been mostly African American but had also included Polish people and Jewish people. We were taught to respect adults, irrespective of ethnicity and we were taught to respect others, in general. We assumed that we too were worthy of respect and courtesy.

The out of the blue attack surprised my brother and all of us, we’d been playing with our friend, not arguing. Our once-friend was older than my brother and I believe me. My brother was 10, the hitter was maybe 12 or 13. At age 11, my mother had raised me to care for my siblings when she wasn’t around, so I hit the boy, once. Then we left. I didn’t kick him, punch him, push him to unbalance him, or call him names. It didn’t occur to me to do any of those things. I hit him with my open palm on his shoulder/back as he turned away after hitting my brother.

We kids would’ve been stunned to learn that was only the beginning of the USSR’s stealth destabilizing attacks on our family. They’ve attacked at least three generations of us, focusing on destroying innocent women and children, one of the coward Russian Mafia’s favorite things to do. And these are the men determined to rule the world, cowards that knowingly start a war where most of the people killed are civilians, women and children – the 2023 Israel-Hamas War.

The child was the first of a series of children the USSR used as proxies to attack me or my family. The USSR, and later the Russian Mafia, lean into ambush, it’s their favorite strategy, even when attacking innocent children.  The day of that attack, I all of us were younger than the attacker. I was 11, my brother 10, my sister 8, my brother 4.

Children under 15, civilian adults, and civilian women are protected by the Geneva conventions (which the USSR agreed to abide by decades ago) in war time.  The USSR cowardly attacked us in times of peace and destroyed, an unknown tens of millions of us since they began Active Measures against us in the 20th century.

The Russian Mafia and it’s government operate here illegally. The last thing they can do at this time, before they’ve installed and can maintain a puppet, is to publicly report their attacks. If they did so, our government and our people would be given a heads up, and the Russian Mafia refuses to warn anybody.

The Russian government published their ambush strategy in 2013, in a paper by General Gerasimov’s aimed at the Russian military entitled The Value of Science in Prediction," Military-Industrial Kurier. In that paper the General admits Russia no longer declares it’s wars. Additionally, the General discusses nontraditional warfare and the Russian government’s embrace of it. Although his paper implies the Russian government made these changes in the 21st century, he lies. The USSR used many of these attack strategies against Americans children at least as early as 1971. I know because I’m one of the children who was attacked using these strategies.⁷

KGB-KKK gang members didn’t come to our door demanding an explanation about why I’d hit their child operative. Instead, the USSR installed an operative in my mother’s bed, attacks the Russian Mafia still work to this day as you can read in the footnoted The Guardian 2023 article.⁸ Not long after the first child attack, when I was 12, the USSR had removed us from the neighborhood, using perfidy, an illegal war crime of installing an operative controlled by the USSR into my mother’s bed. That’s illegal. Again, neither the USSR nor the Russian Mafia, care anything about our laws.

22.2 - The USSR’s 2nd attack on my mother’s children, this time the USSR specifically targeted me

After school one day I was on the school bus headed home, when a bigger, older boy I didn’t know who may have been 12-14, threatened to beat me up after we got off the bus. I was in 6th grade. I think this threat occurred after the neighborhood boy hit my brother.

He sat behind me looking serious and I had no doubt he meant what he said. I don’t remember what I had with me, probably my book bag, a school book from one of my classes, maybe a pencil and paper, nothing to defend myself. I’d never been threatened to be beaten up before and no one had ever beaten me up. I’d never seen my mother beaten up, nor anyone beaten up.

My mother had explained about the KKK so I probably thought he was in a KKK family. We were sitting towards the back of the bus. I was a skinny brown girl, my hair braided into pigtails by my mother. To an 11 year old, most experiences are new. I was scared by the threat, but not terrified. New things are normal for kids and unpleasant new things aren’t rare in a kids’ life. Getting vaccinated comes to mind: shots hurt but kids are ordered by their parent(s) to accept the pain so we do. Kids are built to survive the newness of life if they have a stable, supportive family.

My mother’s children had her and we had every confidence in her because she’d had our backs from birth. She explained clearly what she expected from us. Starting a fight was unacceptable. If we had a problem with a teacher or another child, we were to tell her and she’d sort it out. But if we were attacked, she expected us to defend ourselves.

Accepting that I’d been threatened, I decided I needed a weapon. The threat was a test by the USSR but I was 11 and I’d never heard of the USSR. The USSR and the Russian Mafia ambush and attack children and adults but at 11 I’d heard of neither entity. The boy exited right behind me after I exited the bus from the back door, our bus stop was a field. I looked around for a weapon and spied a brick a few feet away. I walked to it and picked it up. It was a bit heavy but I thought I could manage.

I turned to face the threat, and waited for him to hit me. Because I was the oldest, I’d been raised to not hurt other children. Even bigger, older children were not to be attacked. My mother raised me to view protecting children as an honor and a duty. At 11, I didn’t think those words but they shaped my behavior.

I was quiet and introverted. It never occurred to me to pick a fight with another child, from preschool through the 12th grade. I knew I had the right to defend myself if someone picked a fight with me at school but that had never happened.  After he hit me, I intended to hit him with the brick. I didn’t consider crying, begging him not to hurt me, or running away. I didn’t consider his ethnicity or that he was bigger than me, and a boy. I think when children are loved and cared for, they understand they have worth. I automatically assumed, based on the love I’d received my entire life from my mother, my grandparents, and my extended family, that I was of value and, of course, I would defend myself if attacked by a bully.

Before the fight started, someone honked their horn. My mother’s boyfriend, the man I now believe was an operative -- for the first and only time was at my bus stop. He waved me over to his car. I dropped the brick and walked to his car. He told me to get in so I did. He asked what had been happening and I told him a boy said he was going to beat me up. My mother’s boyfriend drove me home, told my family what had happened, and exaggerated.

That was my first experience, though not my last, of hearing an operative’s disinformation. He made me sound super tough, like I was a tough kid. He gave me a rep I neither valued nor wanted. To me, the almost fight was a matter of letting someone beat me up or defending myself. I’d chosen to defend myself, many children would’ve chosen that. I’d been scared but not terrified. The brick would’ve really hurt him. I was happy not to hurt a child.

Defending my family & myself caught the USSR’s eye but they were here, on the hunt, running their Active Measures coup, destroying anyone they could. They’re cowards. Most governments can ambush civilians, women and children: to do so is  flat out evil and proves nothing but cowards, and especially horrific after signing the Geneva conventions.

No telling how many tens of millions of wonderful people in America the USSR and the Russian Mafia destroyed and imprisoned here out of jealousy and hatred. Mom needed many of the traits she developed in me, years before the USSR sickened and destabilized her.

23 - The KGB and the KKK in Southern California in 1971-72 – Mom’s children don’t know a world class monster is stalking them, in their country illegally

My mother hadn’t yet taught her children (oldest child 11, youngest 4) the unspoken rules of ethnic hierarchy in 1970-72. She was super busy working a full time job and raising four children on her own, 24/7, when the KGB gut punched and ambushed her. She hadn’t been raised in the South, her kids didn’t normally get into fights because this was the first time the KGB, the KKK and local police attacked us. They used child proxies they controlled to assault my brother and threaten me. Taken together, especially since the USSR worked here illegally, in stealth mode working their Active Measures coup, there was no way my 28-29 year old Midwest African American mother with no training in espionage could’ve anticipated the USSR’s destabilization of our family and known it was part of the USSR’s and later the Russian Mafia’s coup. Even now, well over fifty years later, most Americans have zero idea the Russian Mafia is working a coup against us called Active Measures, that it’s built around subversion, and that they’ve been stealth destroying us for decades, which is why our nation is on the ropes (affordable housing shortages, police brutality, children not even attending school, classes set up to ensure students fail (I have recent experience of that in my city college courses), overdose deaths off the wall, families destabilizing, etc.). Because the Russian Mafia is here illegally working these attacks, and because the victims who know about the attacks are nearly 100% entrapped and prevented from discussing their entrapment, like the Biden Administration is prevented from discussing the confidential terms of our alliance with the Israeli government, it’s really, really hard for ordinary people to understand what’s happening. Basically, we’re screwed unless we start warning people. We’re on the very edge of the Russian Mafia seizing control of us, our nation, our government, and the world. As a person who’s experienced over 50 years of abuse from the KGB and the Russian Mafia, death is better than being their slave.

Having lived among KKK families in my childhood, and having been attacked by the KGB and the Russian Mafia in Southern California for over 53 years, I’ve yet to hear nor read about other victims, even though my extended family are victims. That’s because the Russian Mafia, if nothing else, has mastered blackmailing, entrapping and coercing ordinary people, using whatever is on the ground they can use as a weapon to prevent victims from talking.

My mother, like most people even in the 21st century, simply didn’t know there’s an enemy foreign government on the ground in American targeting ordinary people, civilians, even children. She definitely didn’t know the KGB had operatives embedded in our country before 1970. Even now, most Americans have no idea how deeply and widely the Russian Mafia is embedded here, have never heard of the Jackson-Vanik Amendment and what those over half a million Soviets immigrants did here. Most people here see our nation’s deterioration, but because the Russian Mafia has seized parts of our media, and using dark money, has exploited and weaponized many of our systems, Russian Mafia owned operatives say we’re corrupt, and Americans have no idea the Russian Mafia is feeding them lies.

I hope this book helps all people worldwide understand the Russian Mafia is making a play to control our species, that ordinary people are under attack, who’s attacking us, why we’re under attack and the way the Russian Mafia is attacking us. The Russian government is so evil, it won’t even bother warning children it’s stealth attacking them.⁹

Over fifty years later after their first attacks against me, in August 2023 my mother and I were talking on the phone, and she told me how she’d met her then-boyfriend, the operative. She said she’d gone to a palm reader who’d told her to be on the lookout for him. Not long after that, one of my mother’s new California friends asked if she could introduce