Louisiana Voice

Editor’s note: Thank you, Jeff Landry, for throwing Saturday’s election into as much confusion as humanly possible in your effort to suppress Democrat voting. Below is a description of the frustration—and illegal suppression—experienced by one voter in Caddo Parish.

Now that I’ve had time to sit on it, I am going to share, more thoroughly, how my voting experience went down. Before I continue, I want to make clear that I am not confused about what was supposed to happen at the polling station. I am not an uninformed voter. I’m registered for the Democratic party. Because I am a registered Democrat, I should have been provided with a Democratic ballot. In my region, the Democratic ballot should have included the races for Senate and Public Service Commissioner seats along with the 5 amendments.

After signing in, as I was directed to the booth, the poll worker stated, “You can only vote on the amendments today.” I said that is incorrect and that I was supposed to be able to also vote for the Senate and PSC races. The worker told me that “those are later.” So I clarified that the house race is the only one that is suspended and that I should be able to vote on the Senate and PSC races today. After that, the worker re-stated that I would only be able to vote on the amendments and sort of shrugged. Inside the booth, sure enough, the Senate and PSC races were dark and only the amendments lit up and allowed selection. I made my selections and cast my ballot because I didn’t know what else to do at that time and was in shock at what I was being told.

As soon as I walked out is when I did the Facebook live. It was still early in the morning and I didn’t know who’d be awake to call. After the live video, I sat in my car in the parking lot, shaking. I messaged some friends and they provided me with a hotline for Louisiana Democratic Party (225-255-3401), where I left a message. Also the hotline for the Louisiana Secretary of State election hotline (1-800-883-2805), where I spoke to a specialist who verified I absolutely should have been able to vote for Senate and PSC seats. And finally the Election Protection hotline (1-866-OUR-VOTE), where I spoke to another person to report the incident.

This happened at the David Raines polling station.

After arriving home, I left messages with news media. I’ve also noticed other people experiencing a wide range of problems and inconsistencies all over social media. Beyond registered voters being given the wrong ballots and incorrect information, the confusion among no-party voters (and poll workers) was extremely high (not to mention the general chaos caused by Landry’s last-minute changes). This election was disgusting. We’re operating in a broken, corrupt system.

And of course I’ve sent a complaint to the Caddo Parish Clerk Of Court. And I’ve submitted my info to a tracking form started by the Nick Albares for U.S. Senate campaign (link in comments).

This is just a taste of what Squeaky Toy Landry and the Repugnantcan legislature is planning for upcoming elections, particularly the mid-term election this fall. It’s part of Project 2025 to prevent as many Democratic voters by confusion, obfuscations and outright lies. That was precisely Jeff Landry’s intent when he crammed through the legislature the closed primary system—Ed.

My newest book, THE DINOSAUR CLUB, and recent stories about the horrors of the now-defunct New Bethany Home for Girls has resulted in a renewed interest in the warehousing and trafficking of children in America.

A recent Facebook posting by one survivor is particularly disturbing and raises completely new questions about the heretofore unaddressed mistreatment of pregnant teenagers—and even the question of alleged secret abortions—and unexplained disappearances—of aborted fetuses at the Bienville Parish facility.

A woman (we know her identity but not revealing it for obvious reasons) who survived the rigors of discipline, punishment and mind-numbing routine at the home is quoted here, complete with misspellings and grammatical mistakes so to maintain its authenticity.

“I walked out the gates and never looked back. I was beaten, brain washed (sic) by fear. They took me in the middle of the night. We went to a clinic or small hospital.”

No location was provided for the medical facility, most probably because the woman—a teenage girl at the time—did not know because of prohibitions of contact with the outside world.

“I had a tooth abcess (sic) and my face was swollen. So I was loaded upby Mac (sic) Ford and staff two ladies and a man. The doctor talked to them and not to me. He opened the gum and worked for about an hour. I was a little sedated. I don’t remember being removed from Mrs. Ford’s car. When he finished…she said and the other problem? He took money from her then I did not wake up for a few days. When I got out of bed I kept bleeding and I realized I was no longer carrying my child. I freaked the hell out. All the other girls were at school and I ran down the hallway bleeding on [the] floor screaming you killed my baby and jumped on the back of 1^st one I saw. They beat me with cane, belts and boards. Knocked me out. I awoke in my bed with the evil bitch leaning over me screaming you never say a word. But, I want my baby. Bam. Wrong answer. For the next few dsy’s (sic) the girls would come and go to class, devotions and church. I was on Silence (punishment during which she was not allowed to speak to anyone else). But, I was not quiet and I was so flipped out that it was real. A concentration camp that I could not get out of. I bled so much I guess I was weak. A girl would bring me soup twice a day and I whispered to her and she said I know, but never say a word or you’ll be missed like the other’s (sic).

“You have no clue what they did to us. They erased our identities to conform into girls who brought donations from singing and saying they saved us. Plus, the sex shit. During Camp meetings the ministers were given a choice of a virgin or [a] 6-year-old boy. They mainly picked him, 3 men at times. Then he’d throw up over and over. They clean up and put him back up on the table for the next preacher to violate. Churches sent kid’s (sic) there for money and trafficked kid’s (sic). Our parents paid monthly for the abuse. I made them beat me for 8 months and they never broke me and I never cried. I decided I got 4 more months…I will good-girl my way out when my year was over. They talked to my mom a week before I was leaving and had her pretty much ready to leave me there because I was doing so well. They handed me the phone. I was silent as she said there (sic) praises to help me. When she stopped talking I said BE HERE SATURDAY! They hung up and beat me with phone books for saying that. I spent 364 days and 13 hours in the horrors I never imagined could be true. I acted my way out. Acted like a good little robot.

“There’s nothing I can do. I will hold my baby in heaven,” she said.

She then added that she had four surgeries so that she could conceive after leaving New Bethany and marrying.

“I am not he only one. Officials in Louisiana are or were on his payroll and got sexual favors to hide it all.”

One of the other survivors with whom she was communicating told her she could go to her local law enforcement to give a statement. “You don’t have to go to Louisiana to report,” she was told.

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Louisiana Attorney General Liz Murrill, aka Jeff Landry’s sock puppet, appears to have taken lessons from either Pam Bondi or Kristi Noem and whichever one it is, the results aren’t very becoming of a state official, even in Loozianer where hard-ball politics is the norm.

But do give her credit. She didn’t do in darkness. In fact, she was so proud, she posted her actions on her official state office’s web page.

Basically, what she’s done is to fire off a LETTER to New Orleans officials in which she threatens them with jail time for disagreeing with her and her boss, Squeaky Toy Landry.

At dispute is the hardball attempt by the administration, by jamming an act through the legislature, at denying the citizens of Orleans Parish a duly-elected clerk of court which abolished the office of criminal clerk of court—but only after Calvin Duncan had won the office in a fair election.

Landry—and Murrill—suddenly decided Orleans did not need both a civil and criminal clerk of court, though the parish has historically had both. Their timing was significant—and clumsy.

Was that because Duncan was exonerated of a murder he did not commit after spending decades in Angola because District Attorney Leon Cannizzaro withheld exculpatory evidence? Was it because he was instrumental in having Louisiana’s (and Oregon’s) allowing convictions with a 10-2 jury vote overturned? Or is because he is black?

Knowing this governor, this attorney general and this Repugnantcan-controlled legislature, it’s most probably a combination of all three.

So, now, she’s authored this ham-handed letter in which she threatens to remove the entire city administration in New Orleans, including District Attorney Jason Williams, the mayor and five city council members, and replace them with Landry-chosen appointees.

That sounds exactly like something der Führer Trump would attempt

And it’s the type of thing his sycophants like Landry, Murrill and bigoted Repugnantcans would lap up with relish.

Maybe Agent Orange wasn’t paying close attention when he dispatched Gov. Jeff Landry to Nuuk, Greenland to “advance American interests”—or that is, Cadet Bone Spurs’s interests—in that country.

Landry and wife Sharon arrived in Nuuk on Sunday to attend the “Future Greenland” business conference scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday even though he was not invited and no official meetings between Squeaky Toy and Greenlandic politicians have been confirmed.

Well, ain’t that just like President Inepstein—to crash a party to which he was not invited?

And as for Landry, his M.O. appears to be “When the going gets tough, he gets going”–as far away as possible. Instead of trying to mend his political fences, he’s out of state on a fool’s errand for his lord and master, opting for fealty over leadership.

But here’s the thing: the five constitutional amendments being promoted by Landry had just crashed and burned the day before with an average vote of 68.6 percent against.

That’s pretty much a dismal flop by anyone’s standards.

If Landry’s track record is any indication, then we’ll likely see about the same level of success in advancing Mar-a-Lardo’s plans for Greenland as he had for those amendments.

And Dementia Don won’t be very happy with those kinds of results—if he can even remember why he sent the Louisiana Guv. There in the first place.

So, Tammy Jump is now saying that I wrote that article in The Guardian Journal about her and her husband under a fake name.

Well, let’s set the record straight on that one. First of all, The Guardian-Journal republished my original story without consulting with me, without asking my permission and certainly without my knowledge.

That’s not to say I would not have given permission; I would have. But as to Ms. Jump’s assertion that I wrote for The Guardian-Journal under a assumed or “fake name,” let’s be clear; that was on The Guardian-Journal. The Homer paper published a disclaimer at the top of their story saying “Courtesy of Tomas Well.” That is a misrepresentation by the newspaper.

As I said, I never gave permission nor did I extend any “courtesy” to reprint the story. And I certainly didn’t screw up my own name (though I find the moniker Tomas Well kind of catchy). As I said, that’s on the newspaper.

Now that that is out of the way, let’s address a few other points by Ms. Jump—or more accurately, omissions in her “letter to the editor.”

She points out (correctly) that prosecutors are not allowed in the grand jury room when it decides on true or no-true findings. But, as the old saying goes, a skilled prosecutor can get a grand jury to indict a ham sandwich. On the flip side, a skilled attorney, by skillfully omitting key evidence or testimony (or by citing obsolete laws) a prosecutor can lead a grand jury to let a murderer walk.

Her letter failed to address the relationship between the administrator of New Bethany (Mack Ford and family) and her own family, the Gantts, that existed at the time of her investigation.

She pointed out that then-District Attorney Jonathan Stewart never made the decision to recuse her and that it was his responsibility to make such a call. If he was uninformed of the Ford-Gantt relationship, there would be no need for him to intercede. Still, Ms. Jump’s denial notwithstanding, she had a responsibility to so inform her boss of that relationship so he could make the decision. She was fully aware there was a conflict yet chose to remain silent.

Nor does her letter address the circumstances surrounding how Mt. Olive Christian School (which her parents own and her husband until recently was principal) came into ownership of the New Bethany property. Coincidence? Perhaps. But somehow, it just doesn’t pass the smell test.

It’s also interesting that her letter of more than a page went to great lengths to defend her own honor while never once addressing the event that precipitated the entire rehashing of her involvement in the New Bethany case: the arrest of her husband, former Mt. Olive Christian School principal Nathan Jump, on charges of sexual abuse of juveniles.

It all goes back to my oft-repeated mantra: Don’t listen to what the politicians are saying; listen to what they’re not saying.