Bonds With Angels
On September 14, 2025, around 10:00 AM…I read how Joan’s family died. I read about the stabbing of the female dog, and how the surviving male dog, lie there, as if it was dying. This poor animal is experiencing PTSD. His whole reason for living has been utterly destroyed. He failed to protect the living beings he loved. He failed. He was filled with terror. His life was over.
“Police found the wounded dachshund…and hadn’t been ablate determine how the dog had been injured. A second dachshund, a male, also was found in the Corbett home, but was ‘just lying there like it was ready to die,’ the first officers at the murder. scene said. However, the male had not been injured.”
When I heard the door being kicked down, I ran down four floors. Halfway, I heard the terrified screams of the Lab puppy who was two months old! When I found her, she was stuffed behind the toilet, or so I thought. The thugs were not hiding their evil deed, because while she was alive, they smeared her blood on two walls. When they heard me shout
“Get out of there!”…..
they dropped her, and she ran into the bathroom.
“Are you the manager?””
“Yes.”
“Come on in. We got something for you!
As I held the warm puppy in my arms, and beheld her blood running down the walls, I took responsibility for my part in her demise. If I had just not taken the Mafia to court. If I just didn’t act like a tough guy – even a spiritual being…she would be alive! My vanity had killed her. I cried and cried!
In a couple of days, I realized I wasn’t like my fellow human beings. I wasn’t amongst them, doing what they thought important. I didn’t want to do anything important, ever again.
John
by Edmund J. Rooney and Phillip J. O’Connor
The De Mau Mau informant’s inside story of the Corbett family killings was “obtained by The Daily News from police sources, who said the informant identified four men who have been charged with the murders” but wouldn’t disclose the informer’s identity.
According to the informant, the Corbetts were being held in the mansion’s pantry when Mrs. Corbett’s daughter, Barbara Boand, 22, “bolted from the pantry” to help the family dog “after one of the men stabbed the pet.”
“She was then cut down with a .30-caliber carbine rifle by another of the men who had forced their way into the Corbett home, the informant said.
“The man who stabbed the dog had been helping his partner hold the four members of the Corbett family in the pantry while the other two men began to loot upstairs bedrooms….While the looting continued upstairs, the knife-wielding man became rattled by the loud and continuous barking of the Corbett’s female dachshund, the informant said. In a move to silence the dog, the knife-wielder seized the pet and slashed it.
“Miss Boand, who had been standing calmly with the other three slaying victims, became very upset over the stabbing and ran to accost the man who had stabbed the dog….When the shot that killed Miss Boand rang out, the two invaders who were upstairs hurried to the pantry”.
The other three family members were still held in the pantry by the man with the rifle.
“The killers forced the Corbetts and Mrs. Derry to kneel in the pantry…Then each one was systematically shot once in the back of the head with a .25-caliber pistol, the informant added.”
“Police found the wounded dachshund…and hadn’t been ablate determine how the dog had been injured. A second dachshund, a male, also was found in the Corbett home, but was ‘just lying there like it was ready to die,’ the first officers at the murder. scene said. However, the male had not been injured.”
Defying the Boston Mafia
Above is me in 1971. I lived on Beacon Hill in this apartment building. I had unlimited guts. I took on the whole world.
In 1971 my attorney told those who refused to move out of our home on 40 Anderson Street, a four story building on Beacon Hill, to move to the top floor for our safety. I was in a legal battle with the brother-in-law of the head of Boston’s Mafia, and they were losing. This guy was a top-notch attorney. The owner of the grocery store down the street who liked me, said;
“They want their building back. They will hurt you.”
When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;
“Get out there!”
There was silence, and then this question;
“Are you the manager?”
“Yes! Get out!”
“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.
When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.
We won our case. No one likes killers of puppies. Not ever the mob bosses. This is when Shaheb told me he was considering getting guns to fight for the building that was sold in auction to a family construction company who never made the changes they said they were. It took all the light I could muster to talk Shaheb out of a armed stand-off.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
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Royal Rosamond PressSeptember 4, 2014 at 2:57 pmEditReblogged this on rosamondpress and commented:ISSIS is like the Mafia. They have taken over oil wells and are making 3 million a day. Shaheb and Shrerima were born in New Orleans. Shaheb played jazz trumpet. Sherima said the head-takers are coming to America after reading passages in the Koran. We were invited to an art gallery to be filmed for a PBS documentary ‘Religion In America’ a show about home-spun America religion. When a black man whom Shaheb invited to live in our building raped my young Roanoke Indian friend, I demanded justice according to Islamic Law, since Shaheb would not let me call the police. When he could not provide that justice, I left, and moved in with Dottie Witherpoon, whose great grandfather was a Signer of the Constitution. I rejected Islam, as well as Christianity. I almost told Judge Boutillini the truth. While riding in the elevator he told me that morning he caught a murderer and a thief coming down sheets in a escape attempt. He got his gun out of the drawer, jumped out on to the roof, and got the drop on them. And, later, he handcuffed Jesus to his desk, was the thought in my mind. If I told him about the Mafia case, it would have blown his mind, just a my mind was blown. Thanks to Bush’s ‘Shock and Awe’ we Americans will be married to Islamic Terrorists – forever! Last night Papa Duck the preacher man said we should convert Muslims, and if they refuse “kill them”.
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