1. A Senator's Shame
By Eric Pianin
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, June 19, 2005
In the early 1940s, a politically ambitious butcher from West Virginia named Bob Byrd
recruited 150 of his friends and associates to form a chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. After
Byrd had collected the $10 joining fee and $3 charge for a robe and hood from every
applicant, the "Grand Dragon" for the mid-Atlantic states came down to tiny Crab
Orchard, W.Va., to officially organize the chapter.
As Byrd recalls now, the Klan official, Joel L. Baskin of Arlington, Va., was so
impressed with the young Byrd's organizational skills that he urged him to go into
politics. "The country needs young men like you in the leadership of the nation," Baskin
said.
The young Klan leader went on to become one of the most powerful and enduring figures
in modern Senate history. Throughout a half-century on Capitol Hill, Sen. Robert C. Byrd
(D-W.Va.) has twice held the premier leadership post in the Senate, helped win
ratification of the Panama Canal treaty, squeezed billions from federal coffers to aid his
home state, and won praise from liberals for his opposition to the war in Iraq and his
defense of minority party rights in the Senate.
Despite his many achievements, however, the venerated Byrd has never been able to fully
erase the stain of his association with one of the most reviled hate groups in the nation's
history.
"It has emerged throughout my life to haunt and embarrass me and has taught me in a
very graphic way what one major mistake can do to one's life, career, and reputation,"
Byrd wrote in a new memoir -- "Robert C. Byrd: Child of the Appalachian Coalfields" --
that will be published tomorrow by West Virginia University Press.
The 770-page book is the latest in a long series of attempts by the 87-year-old
Democratic patriarch to try to explain an event early in his life that threatens to define
him nearly as much as his achievements in the Senate. In it, Byrd says he viewed the
Klan as a useful platform from which to launch his political career. He described it
essentially as a fraternal group of elites -- doctors, lawyers, clergy, judges and other
"upstanding people" who at no time engaged in or preached violence against blacks, Jews
or Catholics, who historically were targets of the Klan.
His latest account is consistent with others he has offered over the years that tend to
minimize his direct involvement with the Klan and explain it as a youthful indiscretion.
"My only explanation for the entire episode is that I was sorely afflicted with tunnel
vision -- a jejune and immature outlook -- seeing only what I wanted to see because I
thought the Klan could provide an outlet for my talents and ambitions," Byrd wrote.

2. While Byrd provides the most detailed description of his early involvement with the
Klan, conceding that he reflected "the fears and prejudices I had heard throughout my
boyhood," the account is not complete. He does not acknowledge the full length of time
he spent as a Klan organizer and advocate. Nor does he make any mention of a
particularly incendiary letter he wrote in 1945 complaining about efforts to integrate the
military.
Byrd said in an interview last week that he never intended for his book to provide "finite
details" of his Klan activities, but to show young people that there are serious
consequences to one's choices and that "you can rise above your past."
He suggested that his career should be judged in light of all that he did subsequently to
help lift his state out of poverty, and to bring basic and critically needed services and
infrastructure to West Virginia.
"I grew up in a state where we didn't have much hope," Byrd said. "I wanted to help my
people and give them hope. . . . I'm just proud that the people of West Virginia accepted
me as I was and helped me along the way."
Byrd's indelible links to the Klan -- the "albatross around my neck," as he once described
it -- shows the remarkable staying power of racial issues more than 40 years after the
height of the civil rights movement. Sen. Trent Lott (R-Miss.) learned that lesson the hard
way at a birthday party in December 2002, when his nostalgic words about Sen. Strom
Thurmond (R-S.C.), who ran for president as a segregationist in 1948, caused a public
uproar and cost Lott the majority leader's post.
West Virginia has been embroiled in issues of race and civil rights from its inception at
the start of the Civil War, when 55 western mountain counties with few slaves seceded
from Virginia. From the beginning, the rich veins of bituminous coal beneath rugged
mountain ranges drove the state's economy, and attracted workers from throughout
Appalachia and immigrants from as far away as Eastern and Southern Europe. Few
blacks settled in the state, and even today African Americans constitute little more than 3
percent of the population.
A world away from many of the millionaires who inhabit the Senate, Byrd grew up poor
but proud during the Depression, with a stunning work ethic and a hunger to learn. Born
Cornelius Calvin Sale Jr. in North Wilkesboro, N.C., on Nov. 20, 1917, the future senator
was a year old when his mother died of influenza. In accordance with her wishes, his
father dispersed the children among family members. Young Cornelius was sent to live
with an uncle and aunt, Titus and Vlurma Byrd, who settled in southern West Virginia.
The Byrds adopted their young nephew and renamed him Robert C. Byrd.
Byrd recalls in his book that when he was a small boy, his adoptive father, a coal miner,
left him with a friend in Matoaka, W.Va., one Saturday while he went to participate in a
parade. Watching from the window, young Byrd saw people dressed in white hoods and

3. robes and wearing white masks over their faces. Some years later, he wrote, he learned
that his father had been a member of the Klan and took part in the parade.
His parents and the boarders who lived with them inculcated Byrd in "the typical
southern viewpoint of the time," he wrote. "Blacks were generally distrusted by many
whites, and I suspect they were subliminally feared."
West Virginia was never considered a hotbed of Klan activity, as were states in the Deep
South, but it had its share of violence against blacks and immigrants. Forty-eight people,
including 28 blacks, were lynched in West Virginia, mostly during the late 1880s and
early 1900s, according to the Tuskegee University archives. The last two reported
lynchings occurred on Dec. 10, 1931, in Lewisburg, W.Va. By the time Byrd began
organizing for the Klan during World War II, the organization had largely morphed into a
money-making fraternal organization that was virulently anti-black, anti-Catholic and
anti-Semitic.
Married, with two daughters, Byrd developed a network of friends and associates while
working as a meat cutter. He wrote that he became "caught up with the idea of being part
of an organization to which 'leading' persons belonged."
Byrd's book offers a truncated description of his days with the Klan that does not
completely square with contemporaneous newspaper accounts and letters that show he
was involved with the Klan throughout much of the 1940s, and not merely for two or
three years.
According to his book, Byrd wrote to Samuel Green, an Atlanta doctor and "Imperial
Wizard" of the Ku Klux Klan, in late 1941 or early 1942, expressing interest in joining.
Some time later, he received the letter from Baskin, the "Grand Dragon" of mid-Atlantic
states, saying he would come to Byrd's home in Crab Orchard whenever Byrd had
rounded up 150 recruits for the Klan.
When Baskin finally arrived, the group gathered at the home of C.M. "Clyde" Goodwin,
a former local law enforcement official. When it came time to choose the "Exalted
Cyclops," the top officer in the local Klan unit, Byrd won unanimously.
Byrd asserts that his Klan chapter never engaged in or preached violence, "nor did we
conduct any parades or marches or other public demonstrations" -- other than one time
delivering a wreath of flowers in the shape of a cross to the home of a member who had
been killed in a pistol duel.
Byrd wrote that he continued as a "Kleagle" recruiting for the Klan until early 1943,
when he and his family left Crab Orchard for a welding job in a Baltimore shipyard.
Returning to West Virginia after World War II ended in 1945, he launched his political
career, but not before writing another letter, to one of the Senate's most notorious
segregationists, Theodore Bilbo (D-Miss.), complaining about the Truman
administration's efforts to integrate the military.

4. Byrd said in the Dec. 11, 1945, letter -- which would not become public for 42 more
years with the publication of a book on blacks in the military during World War II by
author Graham Smith -- that he would never fight in the armed forces "with a Negro by
my side." Byrd added that, "Rather I should die a thousand times, and see old Glory
trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become
degraded by race mongrels."
With the help of fiddle-playing skills that became his political trademark for decades,
Byrd won election to the state legislature, where he served in both chambers until he ran
for the U.S. House in 1952. His political career almost ended there, however, when his
opponents revealed his former ties to the KKK.
Confronting the issue, Byrd went on the radio to acknowledge that he belonged to the
Klan from "mid-1942 to early 1943," according to newspaper accounts. He explained that
he had joined "because it offered excitement and because it was strongly opposed to
communism." He said that after about a year, he quit and dropped his membership, and
never was interested in the Klan again.
Byrd won the primary, but during the general election campaign, Byrd's GOP opponent
uncovered a letter Byrd had handwritten to Green, the KKK Imperial Wizard,
recommending a friend as a Kleagle and urging promotion of the Klan throughout the
country. The letter was dated 1946 -- long after the time Byrd claimed he had lost interest
in the Klan. "The Klan is needed today as never before, and I am anxious to see its rebirth
here in West Virginia," Byrd wrote, according to newspaper accounts of that period. Byrd
makes no mention of the letter in his new book.
Stunned Democratic state party officials, including then-Gov. Okey L. Patteson, urged
him to drop out of the race. Byrd survived the ensuing political firestorm, won the
general election and went on to serve six years in the House before winning his Senate
seat in 1958. During his Senate campaign, he told a newspaper reporter that he personally
felt the Klan had been incorrectly blamed for many acts committed by others.
Byrd's life story is one of political transformation and redemption as he evolved from a
redneck politician to a mainstream Democrat in a party dominated by liberals. But there
was no way for him to completely bury his Klan ties, and his past would resurface time
and again throughout his career.
During the 1960 presidential campaign, Byrd, who was closely allied with then-Senate
Majority Leader Lyndon B. Johnson (Tex.), tried to derail the Democratic front-runner,
Sen. John F. Kennedy (Mass.), in the crucial West Virginia primary. At Johnson's urging,
Byrd supported Sen. Hubert H. Humphrey (Minn.) in the primary. Kennedy allies
retaliated with leaks to the press about Byrd's work as a Klan organizer. Byrd said in his
book that as a result he received hate mail and threats on his life.
Four years later, Byrd's Klan past became an issue again when he joined with other
southern Democrats to oppose the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Byrd filibustered the bill for

5. more than 14 hours as he argued that it abrogated principles of federalism. He criticized
most anti-poverty programs except for food stamps. And in 1967, he voted against the
nomination of Thurgood Marshall, the first black appointed to the Supreme Court.
Transformation Into Leader of Senate
Historians, political analysts and admirers have long sought to reconcile Byrd's early
Klan affiliation with his image as a pillar of the Senate. More extraordinary is how he
managed to overcome such a blot on his record to twice become Senate majority leader.
"To imagine someone who was a member of the Klan in his youth who managed to
become the majority leader of the Senate, it's really quite striking," said congressional
scholar Thomas E. Mann of the Brookings Institution.
Byrd said last week that his membership in the Baptist church tempered his views and
marked "the beginning of big changes in me." And like other southern and border-state
Democrats of his time, Byrd came to realize that he would have to temper his blatantly
segregationist views and edge toward his party's mainstream if he wanted to advance on
the national stage.
As a rising member of the leadership, Byrd paid close attention to minor legislative and
scheduling details that made life easier for other senators, always showed colleagues
elaborate courtesy, and wrote thank you notes on the slightest pretext. In 1971, he
challenged Sen. Edward M. Kennedy (Mass.) for the majority whip post and unseated
him, after securing the death-bed proxy of the legendary Sen. Richard B. Russell (D-Ga.),
another of Byrd's mentors and the architect of the southern filibuster against civil rights
legislation.
When Sen. Mike Mansfield (D-Mont.) retired as majority leader in 1976, Byrd easily
captured the post.
"Byrd's whole life became the Senate, seven days a week, 24/7, always on call," said
Merle Black, an Emory University expert on southern politics. "The goal was
institutional power, to be influential in the Senate."
But his transformation to mainstream Senate leader was far from smooth, and his cultural
conservatism, emphasis on "law and order," and strong support for the Vietnam War
during the 1960s and 1970s put him at odds with blacks and many lawmakers in his own
party.
James Tolbert, president of the West Virginia chapter of the NAACP and an occasional
critic of the senator, said Byrd transcended his past by gradually embracing more
enlightened social views and by simply owning up to his past mistakes. "He doesn't try to
lie his way out of things," Tolbert said. "If he's wrong, he'll say he's wrong."

6. By relentlessly serving his state's economic interests, Byrd has secured his place as West
Virginia's preeminent politician. As a long-reigning chairman and ranking member of the
Appropriations Committee, Byrd pumped billions of dollars worth of jobs, programs and
projects into the state that did not have a single mile of divided four-lane highway when
he began his political career. More than three dozen bridges, highways, schools and
public buildings are named for him.
Still, says Ken Hechler, 90, a liberal Democratic former U.S. House member from West
Virginia who served with Byrd in Congress, "It's impossible for anyone to try to
whitewash the KKK and its overall symbolism."
"But at the same time," he added, "we honor those people who publicly admit the error of
their ways."
Last week, Byrd said: "I know now I was wrong. Intolerance had no place in America. I
apologized a thousand times . . . and I don't mind apologizing over and over again. I can't
erase what happened."
Robert Byrd
Senator Robert Byrd was a Kleagle, a Klan recruiter, in his 20s and 30s.
West Virginia's Democratic United States Senator Robert C. Byrd was a recruiter for the
Klan while in his 20s and 30s, rising to the title of Kleagle and Exalted Cyclops of his
local chapter. After leaving the group, Byrd spoke in favor of the Klan during his early
political career. Though he claimed to have left the organization in 1943, Byrd wrote a
letter in 1946 to the group's Imperial Wizard stating "The Klan is needed today as never
before, and I am anxious to see its rebirth here in West Virginia." Byrd defended the Klan
in his 1958 U.S. Senate campaign when he was 41 years old.[10]
Despite being the only Senator to vote against both African American U.S. Supreme
Court nominees (liberal Thurgood Marshall and conservative Clarence Thomas) and
filibustering the Civil Rights Act of 1964, Byrd has since said joining the Klan was his
"greatest mistake." The NAACP gave him a 100% rating on their issues during the 108th
Congress.[11] However, in a 2001 incident Byrd repeatedly used the phrase "white
niggers" on a national television broadcast.[12]
In the early 1940s, Byrd recruited 150 of his friends and associates to create a new
chapter of the Ku Klux Klan.[9]
According to Byrd, a Klan official told him, "You have a talent for leadership, Bob ...
The country needs young men like you in the leadership of the nation." Byrd later
recalled, "suddenly lights flashed in my mind! Someone important had recognized my
abilities! I was only 23 or 24 years old, and the thought of a political career had never
really hit me. But strike me that night, it did."[9] Byrd held the titles Kleagle (recruiter)
and Exalted Cyclops.[9] When it came time to elect the "Exalted Cyclops", the top officer
in the local Klan unit, Byrd won unanimously.[9]

7. In 1944, Byrd wrote to segregationist Mississippi Senator Theodore G. Bilbo:[17]
“
I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side ... Rather I should die a
thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this
beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest
specimen from the wilds.”
— Robert C. Byrd, in a letter to Sen. Theodore Bilbo (D-MS), 1944,
In 1946 or 1947, Byrd wrote a letter to a Grand Wizard stating, "The Klan is needed
today as never before, and I am anxious to see its rebirth here in West Virginia and in
every state in the nation."[19] However, when running for the United States House of
Representatives in 1952, he announced "After about a year, I became disinterested, quit
paying my dues, and dropped my membership in the organization. During the nine years
that have followed, I have never been interested in the Klan." He said he had joined the
Klan because he felt it offered excitement and was anti-communist.[9]
In 1997, Byrd told an interviewer he would encourage young people to become involved
in politics but also: "Be sure you avoid the Ku Klux Klan. Don't get that albatross around
your neck. Once you've made that mistake, you inhibit your operations in the political
arena."[20] In his last autobiography, Byrd explained that he was a KKK member because
he "was sorely afflicted with tunnel vision —a jejune and immature outlook—seeing only
what I wanted to see because I thought the Klan could provide an outlet for my talents
and ambitions."[21] Byrd also said, in 2005, "I know now I was wrong. Intolerance had no
place in America. I apologized a thousand times ... and I don't mind apologizing over and
over again. I can't erase what happened."[9]
Deceased U.S. Sen. Robert Byrd will be remembered by lots of things: His love for dogs
and hyperbole, his ability to funnel federal dollars into make-work jobs in his native West
Virginia, his loathing of balanced budgets and the fact that he skillfully conned several
generations of Appalachian woodhicks into voting for him, over and over again, for
almost six decades.
In passing, Sen. Byrd will also be remembered for having joined the Ku Klux Klan as a
“young man.”
A quick check of this morning’s obituaries reveal that in the eyes of the traditional media,
Byrd the Progressive Porker is much more important than Bob the Exalted Cyclops.
Byrd joined the Klan at the ripe young age of 24 — hardly a young’un by today’s
standards, much less those of 1944, when Byrd refused to join the military because he
might have to serve alongside “race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from
the wilds,” according to a letter Byrd wrote to Sen. Theodore Bilbo at the height of World
War II.

8. Today’s obituaries, however, made little mention of Byrd’s once-deeply held hatred for
African Americans.
For your reading pleasure, a collection of obituary snow jobs:
From the 11th paragraph of the LA Times’ Byrd obituary: “Byrd was not always a
champion of liberal causes. He had come of age as a member of the Ku Klux Klan and
cast a “no” vote on the landmark Civil Rights Act of 1964 that prohibited discrimination
against African Americans and others. He later renounced his actions in both cases and
called his membership in the KKK ‘the worst mistake of my life.’”
ABC News noted that “despite his successful political track record, the Senate’s senior
Democrat was no stranger to controversy and was once a member of the Ku Klux Klan,”
as if calling for the extermination of dark-skinned peoples (as well as Jews, Catholics,
and gays) was no more stirring a gaffe than Gary Hart’s monkey business.
MSNBC.com reported that “Byrd’s success on the national stage came despite a
complicated history on racial matters. As a young man, we was a member of the Ku Klux
Klan for a brief period, and he joined Southern Democrats in an unsuccessful filibuster
against the landmark 1964 Civil Rights.” (The Ku Klux Klan no doubt objects to being
called complicated, and has held since Day 1 one that there is nothing wishy-washy about
castrations, lynchings or burning folks alive.)
CNN also gave Byrd a pass on his association with the early 20th-century homegrown
terrorist movement, writing in the 20th paragraph of Byrd’s obituary that “He blamed
‘that Southern atmosphere in which I grew up, with all of its prejudices and its feelings,’
for his opposition to equal rights, which included joining the [domestic terrorist outfit]
Ku Klux Klan in the 1940s.”
Of all the outlets that eulogized Byrd, only the Hill bothered to mention that a “young”
Byrd not only joined the KKK, but also led his local chapter.
No single obituary of Byrd mentioned his 2001 use of the term “white nigger,” an early
20th-century anachronism that Byrd employed not once, but twice during an interview
with Tony Snow.
Yesterday, the media was pushing hagiographic narratives about the redemptive story of
Robert Byrd’s past on race relations. The moral of the story is that you can always make
up for being a racist son-of-a-bitch. But the real subtext of the story is: being a Democrat
means that you can promote segregation, join the KKK, vote against both black Supreme
Court nominees, and use the word “nigger” on national television — and still be
remembered as a promoter of black interests.
Robert Byrd’s KKK membership is dismissed by his worshipers as youthful indiscretion.
It wasn’t. It was the beginning of a long and sordid history filled with hatred and bias.

9. Highlights of Robert Byrd’s history of race relations include:
– 1942: Joins the KKK; eventually rises to the rank of “Exalted Cyclops.”
– 1945: Writes “Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the
dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race
mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.”
– 1947: Says in a letter that the Klan is needed “like never before” and declares that he is
“anxious to see its rebirth.”
– 1964: Attempts to filibuster the Civil Rights Act of 1964. It wasn’t out of principled
libertarian support for property rights. Cites a racist study claiming that black people’s
brains are statistically smaller than white people’s.
– 1967: Votes against Thurgood Marshall’s Supreme Court nomination. Went to J. Edgar
Hoover to see if Marshall had any Communist ties that could ruin his nomination.
– 1968: Tells the FBI that it’s time that Martin Luther King, Jr., “met his Waterloo.” FBI
ignores him.
– 1991: Votes Against Clarence Thomas’ Supreme Court nomination. Becomes the only
senator in the body to have voted against both black Supreme Court nominees.
– 2001: Refers to what he called “white niggers” on national television. Try to imagine,
say, Haley Barbour being given a pass after calling someone a “white nigger.”
We’re told that he recanted his views. Great. So did Strom Thurmond. But those words
— just words — rightly got him nowhere. If Robert Byrd’s grandson runs for Congress
and is defeated by a black candidate — as happened to Thurmond’s grandon in South
Carolina last week in a Republican primary — will the media breathlessly report it as the
end of a racist era in the Democratic Party’s sordid history, as they did of Tim Scott’s
overwhelming victory?
Do I need to draw you a picture? The metanarrative must be preserved at all costs:
Republicans, racist; Democrats, good. That’s all you need to know about the media’s
thoughts on race relations in America. The final relic of federally-approved segregation
left us. That’s the real story: it’s the end of an era. What brave news outlet will report
that?
David Frazier, from Princeton, WV, sent me the following story about heroin addiction
and Nick Larkin from Princeton, WV who can be contacted at nick_larkin@hotmail.com,
(304) 888-7276 for anyone who would like to talk about coping with their addiction to
heroin.

10. Nick’s older brother Vincent Larkin of Princeton, WV also tells of how his brother Nick
fucked Trishe Gross who had the nickname Fish after Kurt Rice fucked her and told
everyone her pussy smelled like fish. Vincent jokes with his brother Nick that he was
lucky he did not sleep with Amy Clark who was Fish’s roommate at WVU since she had
Chlamydia and was sleeping with David Frazier who as also sleeping with Stephanie
Goodwin at the same time. Nick Larkin learned later that David Frazier had trouble
getting Stephanie Goodwin pregnant regarding the aforementioned Chlamydia as he
learned at Princeton Fitness Center one day from Rusty Cole. Nick Larkin then
overdosed on heroin at David Frazier’s apartment in Mount Holly, NC and after 911
came to the apartment Stephanie Goodwin let Nick borrow money to drive back home to
Princeton, WV which Nick never paid back. David told Vincent about Nick and his
heroin overdose and Vincent smashed his brother Nick’s head through the window of
Nick’s apartment. Nick is so strung out that he actually rents out the room in his
apartment with a broken window. Paul Millsaps told Vincent Larkin that Scott Mullens
got a second DUI in Florida and was sodomized while in jail for 30 days before Scott
moved to Kannapolis, NC to be closer to his parents and Scott started doing heroin from
the pain of being sodomized.
Eric Demesa told Phil Parsons of how he, Eric Demesa, and Vincent Rago used to make
Mira Rago give Arnel Rago blow jobs growing up in Quail Valley Estates in Princeton,
WV. Moving along to West Virginia University it still makes me laugh to this day of
how David Frazier used to fuck his cousin Laura which his cousin Joe Shannon informed
Nick Larkin and he told his brother Vincent Larkin who told everyone. Marshall Lively,
who grew up with David Frazier in Quail Valley Estates in Princeton, WV, used to call
David Frazier, Pumpkin regarding the aforementioned that the joke of how people
celebrate Halloween in WV with the answer being pumpkin.
Perhaps the great town of Princeton, WV with a population of 6,800 does not afford
much selection of mates therefore inbreeding is rampant and it is true that incest is best in
WV.
Hope you enjoyed the former and now a little about me, Dr. Naveen Venkat Reddy, D.C.,
aka Raj Jackson, Golf Entertainer:
I grew up in the small town of Man, West Virginia with my best friend Jay McClanahan
from Poca, West Virginia. My mother Usha Reddy was a medical doctor who taught me
how to scam the healthcare system and she made a million dollars a year scamming
hillbillies as a medical doctor in West Virginia during the 1970’s, being a Middle
Easterner, I guess it was in our blood, kind of like Osama Bin Laden.
As a kid she taught me every scam in the book from when a patient has a diamond ring to
order a strep test, to when you do any kind of examination to mark comprehensive in
order to bill the insurance companies to the max before Blue Cross and Blue Shield went
bankrupt in West Virginia. Naturally I decided to sell my soul to the devil and go to
chiropractic school since all I had to do was pretend to be a doctor like my mom and I

11. always fantasized about being an actor, so as a chiropractor I could kill two birds with
one stone.
After finishing college at West Virginia University, I decided to move to Myrtle Beach
with two colleagues from Princeton, West Virginia named Kamlesh Pardasani, and
Larnel Sultan. Being the subject of racism growing up in West Virginia I felt like
Christopher Columbus discovering a new world just by crossing the WV state line. The
first thing I noticed was the women were beautiful and nice unlike in West Virginia
women who looked as if they were the product of inbreeding with deformed bone
structures and since Huntington, West Virginia leads the nation in obesity producing the
fattest ugliest women in the nation.
We met two nineteen year old twins named Carla and Denise Holt who were 5’10”, 128,
long natural blond hair with green eyes and 5’11”, 125, long natural blond hair with blue
eyes. They were strippers from Columbia, SC and one was a pageant winner also.
Growing up in West Virginia I have never seen beautiful girls other than in magazines
and television. Kamlesh Pardasani, my Middle Eastern roommate at the time caught the
crabs after calling the escort service and after having dated white women his whole life
his parents made him move to Charlotte, NC and forced him to marry a Middle Eastern
girl.
After the beach I moved to Chicago, and went to Optometry School for a while, until I
was caught cheating and was kicked out so I moved to Atlanta, GA where I started school
at Life University where I met up with Larnel Sultan who was doing rotations for
osteopathic school and saw my old roommate Kamlesh Pardasani, who would come
down from Charlotte to party with Larnel and I as we use to roll on ecstasy while
Kamlesh would hire escorts since he had a taste for the beauty of white women growing
up as a child and was having trouble settling for a plain Jane Middle Eastern girl.
Larnel fell in love with a stripper from the Cheetah and failed his osteopathic boards as
he partied with Kamlesh on ecstasy with escorts hired by Kamlesh who told his wife he
was on business trips in Atlanta. Meanwhile, my best friend Jay McClanahan, from West
Virginia was also going to school with me at Life University and did so much ecstasy
while spending $10,000 of student loan money one quarter on drugs, strip clubs and
escorts that his parents made him move back to West Virginia for the summer.
When Jay came back he did GHB and steroids for 8 weeks and became a stripper at
Swinging Richards, which is a gay strip club in Atlanta where he performed sexual favors
in the VIP room to hustle patients so he could make quota for outpatient clinic at Life
University and graduate. It still makes me laugh to this day when I think if his patients
only knew what their doctor, Dr. Jay McClanahan, D.C. did in school as he practices in
Nitro, West Virginia.
Living in Atlanta and going to chiropractic school was definitely wild compared to
growing up in West Virginia in the neck of the woods sheltered from the world where
inbreeding runs rampant. The first thing I noticed at school was the girls at chiropractic

12. school used their student loan money to fund their breast implants and many were
strippers working to pay their tuition. As a short Middle Eastern guy being 5’6” tall I
started dating a 5’11”, 150lb., long brown haired girl named Jackie who was an
elementary teacher that has ruined me for other women in that I learned that tall white
southern women aren’t racist like the women in West Virginia and nothing compares to
the increased surface area of skin covering their legs coupled with not harboring
insecurities of short women making them the easier to get along with and humorous.
Unfortunately, Jackie caught me cheating on her and beat me up to where I called the
police because I was scared but I deserved it. I smoked so much weed and discovered so
many other drugs in Atlanta that I have more stories than I can remember. I would have
to say the hands down wildest one that Jay kids me about to this day has to do with a 15
year old girl who was the younger sister of a girl I dated. While I was in chiropractic
school and about 25 years old at the time, I drove back home to West Virginia and
chaperoned a 15 year old girl to the prom who I got drunk with and had sex with at her
prom in West Virginia. Jay, still kids me that her parents trusted me because my mom is
a doctor and I was going to be a doctor and I got her drunk and engaged in statutory rape,
but being a chiropractor is no different in that you are like a silent killer pretending to be
a real doctor.
I have decided to leave the profession of chiropractic in that chiropractors sell their soul
to the devil just to make a dollar conning innocent sick people with a fake treatment and
preventing them from seeking medical care which may save their life like early treatment
of cancer causing the pain in their back. Although I have a chiropractic degree from Life
University in Marietta, Georgia, I do not encourage anyone to sell their soul to the devil.
My instructors taught us that all the chiropractic techniques aka treatments were effective
and joked around while laughing and saying thank god the body heals itself since 60 to
80 percent of the population will experience back pain and it will go away without any
treatment after about six to eight weeks.
Before matriculating at Life we were treated to free lunches, guided tours of the campus
by friendly enthusiastic students, and free lodging when touring the campus. The clinic
atmosphere was different and students who were not recruiting enough patients to pass
the course became desperate. A large wooden sign hung in the hallway with carved
letters that read "Whatever It Takes." Instructors advised us to use direct solicitation.
They encouraged us to visit drugstores and to target people in pain. Many students paid
their patients' clinic fees out of desperation. Most of the students failed this class and had
to pay to retake it. My colleague Dr. Jay McClanahan, D.C. resorted to stripping at a gay
strip club in Atlanta named Swinging Richards a promising sexual favors in the VIP
room in return for clients coming into student outpatient clinic for him at Life University
just so he could make quota to pass student outpatient clinic and graduate. I myself paid
healthy people to be my patients and if my mother hadn’t scammed patients in West
Virginia and scammed the insurance companies I never would be able to afford to do
such a thing and probably would have never made it through outpatient clinic at Life
University. Luckily after changing my name from Naveen Reddy, due to the allegations
of child molestation and statutory rape, to becoming a golf entertainer under the new

13. name of Raj Jackson in Las Vegas, I am still able to survive since my mom still supports
me from the millions she made scamming people in West Virginia. If you would like to
improve your golf game you can contact me about my golf videos at
upscalegolftv@gmail.com.
After school I moved to Ashland, Kentucky where I started ASAP Chiropractic. Luckily
Dr. Jay McClanahan, D.C. had a cousin, Dr. Matthew Lee, M.D. who graduated from
medical school at West Virginia University who was also my old roommate at WVU
while in undergrad who referred me patients while in Ashland, Kentucky. After a while I
started to feel guilty knowing that chiropractic has nothing to do with health and that I am
providing a spurious treatment to sick people just so I can be rich and will burn in hell for
selling my soul to the devil to be a chiropractor if I continue down this path. One day
one of my patients, who is the mother of my receptionist, died from cancer, who I did not
refer out to an oncologist as the cause of her back pain, preventing any chance of beating
the cancer that eventually killed her. Being Middle Eastern, symbolically, that was the
straw that broke the camels back and I decided to quit chiropractic if I were to have any
chance at going to heaven.
I will leave you with one final true story, albeit hard to fathom, hopefully will put the nail
in the coffin and drive the point home as I will be working on my new book, CASKET,
Chiropractic, America’s Silent Killer Exposed Truthfully by Dr. Raj Jackson, D.C.
On July 19, 2001, Canadian stock car racer Alan Turner and his wife Jill filed a lawsuit
charging that V. Gary Dyck, D.C., paralyzed their 11-year-old son James by
manipulating his neck and back. The suit asks for a total of $2.75 million Canadian
dollars: $500,000 for general damages, $1,000,000 for special damages; $1,000,000 for
lost earning capacity, and $250,000 to compensate the boy's family. The suit papers state:
On July 24, 2000, James developed chest pains while swimming and was taken to the
Dyck's office, where his neck and back were manipulated.
On the following day, although James was worse, Dyck manipulated him again.
As a result of the treatment by the Defendant, James's condition deteriorated rapidly and
he was rushed to The Royal Victoria Hospital of Barrie where he was in great distress,
having lost the use of his legs and bladder function. The pediatrician in charge arranged
for an ambulance on an emergency basis to transfer James to The Hospital for Sick
Children in Toronto for an MRI and neurosurgical intervention.
When James arrived at the Hospital for Sick Children, a thorough examination and
assessment revealed that he had a benign spinal cord tumor called a ganglioglioma. There
was swelling in both the tumor and cord, which caused James to become permanently
paralyzed. Emergency neurosurgery confirmed the presence of the tumor, and subsequent
pathology examination confirmed that there had been an acute infarct of the tumor. (An
infarct is a condition in which tissue dies as a result of loss of blood supply.)

14. The treatment has resulted in permanent paralysis of the legs, weakness of one hand, and
poor bowel and bladder control.
The suit papers further charge that Dyck was negligent in that:
He should not have manipulated James in the manner he did, or at all, without first
determining the cause of the complaint and diagnosing the problem.
He failed to obtain x-rays or perform tests to determine the cause of the problem and
whether manipulation was contraindicated.
Having treated the Plaintiff on his return the following day, failed to heed the fact that his
condition had deteriorated since the prior day and further investigation should have been
conducted and emergency treatment sought.
He failed to properly examine and diagnose the boy's condition.
He failed to explain treatment procedures.
He failed to properly warn about the dangers and consequences of the treatment being
administered
He applied the wrong treatment and/or treatment was applied improperly.
The treatment used was improper and an abusive procedure, which caused the injuries to
the boy.
Dyck, a prominent chiropractor who practices chiropractic in Barrie, Ontario, was a
member of the 35-member consensus group that helped draft the Clinical Guidelines for
Chiropractic Practice in Canada, published in 1994 by the Canadian Chiropractic
Association. He has also been a licensing examiner for the College of Chiropractors of
Ontario, the agency that regulates the practice of chiropractic in Ontario.
The suit was filed by attorney Stanley M. Tick & Associates of Hamilton Ontario.
Lastly, the following story describes the picture of me with Kamlesh Pardasani, Larnel
Sultan and Carla Holt: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America just
like in school and that Indians or Middle Easterners as an all encompassing term are the
cockroaches of America with respect to the September, 11th bombing of the World Trade
Center and The Pentagon. If we as Americans are to turn disaster into opportunity, then
it would be wise not to feed the Indian or Middle East cockroaches that led to our
Recession which I thought of while visiting Kamlesh Pardasani at the UPS store in Fort
Mill, SC as he was holding a box cutter and speaking Arabic on the phone.
Upon graduating college at WVU, Larnel Sultan and Kamlesh Pardasani of Princeton,
WV moved to Quail Marsh in Myrtle Beach with Naveen Reddy, from Man, WV who

15. changed his name to Raj Jackson after molesting a 15 year old girl in Man, WV at her
prom and is now working as a fugitive in Las Vegas, as a Golf Entertainer.
Lime, Kam, and Wood were the aliases they used in Myrtle Beach with their real names
being Larnel, Kamlesh, and Naveen in which Carla Holt from Columbia, SC said “No
wonder they have nicknames”.
Carla Holt is the 5’10” green eyed blond in Naveen Reddy’s picture of Sin City who was
a stripper at Alley Cats in Columbia with a perfect 10 body even by California standards.
Living with Carla at Quail Marsh in Myrtle Beach, SC was her twin sister Denise Holt
Fairey the 5’11” blue eyed blond who as also a former stripper from Alley Cats and a
pageant winner in Columbia, SC. Also living with Carla and Denise were Amanda
Hearse and Keri Gardner who was in one room with their pimp Jojo from Princeton, WV.
The other Ho’s Carla and Denise were in the other room in their 2 bedroom 2 bath
apartment at Quail Marsh in Myrtle Beach.
The WVU alumnus met the Southern Belles of SC and discovered Southern Hospitality
at Quail Marsh on 21st Ave. in Myrtle Beach, SC. While Naveen worked at Subway and
slept most of the time Larnel dreamt of Keri Gardner’s hooters, a girl from Columbia,
SC. Naveen played Nintendo and smoked a lot of weed in his free time when he wasn’t
spanking his monkey. Larnel’s job was to work the fryer at Hooters. Larnel thought
maybe he’d get lucky one day working at Hooter’s but instead came home drenched in
sweat. When Larnel arrived back at the apartment he would profess his infatuation with
Kerri Gardner’s perfect C cups and cook everyone a Winner Winner Chicken Dinner.
Kamlesh worked at Studebaker’s until he was fired. In contrast, Kamlesh got so worked
up thinking about Carla after taking her to dinner and being dumped that he called the
escort service and ended up with the crabs. Kamlesh whined to Carla about losing his job
unleashing his uncircumcised penis and she slapped him so hard that he retreated back to
Larnel and Naveen. The WVU alumnus had never seen beautiful girls in real life being
accustomed to WV having the fattest city in the nation being Huntington, WV and
rampant inbreeding producing the fattest ugliest girls in the nation.
Running the gamut, on the other hand, Hermosa Beach has the highest density of
swimsuit models in the United States as Naveen learned after moving to Manhattan
Beach, CA from Atlanta and wish they were all California Girls after growing up in WV
with the fattest ugliest women in the nation. Naveen reminisces Sangrias at the Hermosa
Beach Pier after it turns from restaurant to bar licking his lips like a dog drooling over
people food on the table never to be fed to the dog.
Naveen says “Deep down inside everyone is a little demon named greed. Learn how to
tap that demon and you will have become game master”. For example, Naveen told the
15 year old girl he chaperoned to the prom in his hometown of Man, WV that he was rich
and going to be a doctor so she let him engage in statutory rape after a few drinks.

16. Naveen says Larnel throws money at girls while they were in Atlanta to make them like
him inasmuch as Kamlesh spends $20 for a bare back blow job to cum in mouth on a
black street walker in Atlanta for maximum economic exploitation. After Kamlesh
Pardasani caught the crabs at Myrtle Beach from a prostitute his parents forced him to
marry a Middle Eastern girl and move to Charlotte. Upon settling down Kamlesh kept
struggling to rid himself of having bareback anal sex with white girls his whole life by
hiring escorts in Atlanta while telling his wife he was on business trips. Kamlesh also
hired girls at the infamous Gold Club in Atlanta, for anal threesomes.
Larnel at this time was doing an osteopathic rotation in Atlanta. Larnel fell in love with a
stripper from the Cheetah, causing him to fail his osteopathic boards, while he and
Kamlesh used to roll on ecstasy with escorts to satisfy Kamlesh Pardasani’s insatiable
bare back anal sex drive with young white women after marriage to a Middle Eastern girl.
Kamlesh said most of the prostitutes he hired for him and Larnel reported that married
men visit prostitutes for oral sex.
During this time Naveen was in Chiropractic school in Atlanta after getting kicked out of
Optometry school in Chicago for cheating. While still in school in Atlanta he visited his
hometown of Man, WV in which he chaperoned a 15 year old girl to the prom and
engaged in statutory rape.
Naveen always said you can’t catch a snake with a rope so I always associate Sin City or
Las Vegas with Naveen or Raj, the Middle Eastern snake, waiting for his next prey like
the Devil stealing the soul of an underage girl.
When I drive by Joe’s Crab Shack or see a UPS truck I think of Kamlesh the terrorist as
the Osama Bin Laden working for UPS in Fort Mill, SC and is a box cutter knife
specialist.
In the Sin City picture under the Triple Double 777 machine is Naveen Reddy aka Raj
Jackson with his arm hanging around the big guy like a monkey. The Blond beside
Naveen is Carla Holt and above her is Larnel Sultan, the Filipino guy, and the Middle
Eastern guy above him is Kamlesh Pardasani.

17. As a one
sentence
summary
one can say
that incest is
best in West
Virginia,
it’s all
relative and
there is no
life guard at
the gene
pool.