"Son of a Witch"

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“Son of a Witch”

By

Gregory V. Boulware

They titled him the “Son of a Witch.” Madam Weston’s son tried in vain to tell folks about the “Dungeon of Death – The Dungeon of Hell.”

The Department of Human Services knew whom and what she was when they released all of them into her custody.

The story was told to reporters by a boy who was experiencing his first taste of freedom and joy. He told of his escape from a dank, dark, and musty basement in Frankford. Frankford is located Northeast of center city Philadelphia.

A young twenty-seven year old Black man described “The Dungeon of Horror” re-telling the story of what his momma did to him and many others during her hours of business and pleasure.

Linda Ann Watson kept him and others chained for months at a time over a period of years. On many hungry occasions, the boy and his fellow prisoners survived on nothing but “Kool-Aid laced with drugs and Ramen noodles.” The drugs kept them groggy and controllable.

The boy’s momma made him and his siblings scrounge for food. She forced them to steal from grocery stores. She imprisoned them for a whole year – down in that basement. The oppressive behavior caused the children to miss a whole year of schooling…and nothing was done about it. She gave them drinks blended with medications to make them sleep in order to maintain the reception of Welfare Checks.

“We live in a culture of terror,” said one practicing abortion doctor. “What scares me more is the service not being available for people in need.”

The “Freedom of Access to Clinic Entrances (FACE) Act” was designed and signed in 1994 in the wake of the murder of Dr. David Gunn in Pensacola, Fla., and another clinic supporter was shot in both arms.

“The Horror of It All…!”

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‘FAIRMOUNT’:

Chapter 22

Pages 104 – 107

No one could believe that she lied to school officials about the abuse, that she was crazy; she had him committed to the Eastern Pennsylvania State Psychiatric Institute because she wanted to collect an additional Supplemental Social Security check…

“She was the brains of everything; she was in control of everything! Man, she ran the whole f….. thing…the f….., the suckin, the ass lickin, and toe suckin. She f….. me, him, her, and all of them! If you let her, if you allow her…she’ll f… you too!”

A young twenty-seven year old Black man described “The Dungeon of Horror” re-telling the story of what his momma did to him and many others during her hours of business and pleasure.

They titled him the “Son of a Witch.” Madam Weston’s son tried in vain to tell folks about the “Dungeon of Death – The Dungeon of Hell.”

The Department of Human Services knew whom and what she was when they released all of them into her custody.

The story was told to reporters by a boy who was experiencing his first taste of freedom and joy. He told of his escape from a dank, dark, and musty basement in Frankford. Frankford is located Northeast of center city Philadelphia.

Linda Ann Watson kept him and others chained for months at a time over a period of years. On many hungry occasions, the boy and his fellow prisoners survived on nothing but “Kool-Aid laced with drugs and Ramen noodles.” The drugs kept them groggy and controllable. The system failed them. The Family Court Judge, his department of human services caseworker, teachers, and school administrators, mental health professionals, and police repeatedly failed him and his siblings – they failed them all. The boy’s momma made him and his siblings scrounge for food. She forced them to steal from grocery stores. She imprisoned them for a whole year – down in that basement. The oppressive behavior caused the children to miss a whole year of schooling…and nothing was done about it. She gave them drinks blended with medications to make them sleep in order to maintain the reception of Welfare Checks. They’d wake up hours later knowing the drinks were laced…but they were thirsty – they had no other choice but to drink the stuff. They were constantly confused and disoriented. How were they to testify to anything? Who were they able to reach out to?

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