The Battle Cry Innocence

In the vortex of sudden tornados, in the land of perpetual prison pain, confined in a Wabash Valley
Correctional Facility Security Housing Unit, within a cell 23 hours a day; An INNOCENT MAN of dignity
and apex integrity dwells!!!!! It was in July of 1999, a then 23 years old Leon Benson was nefariously falsely
convicted of a crime he absolutely did not commit nor had any involvement in what so ever! Now Leon
Benson is propelled to battle the perpetual woes of a nefarious injustice system with all the odds against him!
This is Leon Benson’s Battle Cry of Innocence…. (July 12, 2003)

The weighing of evidence is the means by which a conclusion can be made, a wise man/woman therefore,
directs their belief to the evidence….(David Hume)

Cause No # 49G02-9808-CF-134837

This hurricane of inequality and nightmares began in the wee morning hours of Aug.8, 1998. When I was
socializing with the residents of the Pricilla Apartments located at 1309 N. Pennsylvania-St., downtown
Indianapolis, Indiana! Due to buildings high crime history and poor living conditions people from the area
referred to the same building by the name Lil Veit Nam! Blurred by intoxication from my consumption of
alcohol, I personally never could recall the exact time, or my exact position in the buildings hallways, when
lit firecracker sounds occurred that night. These sounds seemed to come from outside the building I was in;
everyone paused in the hallway for a second or two then went back to socializing after the sounds ceased!
The sounds weren’t too alarming because of the time of the year; fireworks were still going off
spontaneously after the 4th of July. I do recall seeing several individuals at the time of the firecracker sounds.
A woman by the name of Shirley Gaskin, a young man by the name of Timothy Gaither and several other
individuals! Gaskin and Gaither were the only two witnesses willing to come testify on my behalf at trial.
Many people were afraid to get involved out of fear of the police or I just couldn’t locate them!

I truly didn’t have any reason in particular to remember anyone that night of the firecracker sounds until a
week later Aug. 14, 1998 while I inhaled marijuana and consuming alcohol! I was talking to Shirley Gaskin
in front of an apartment building on New Jersey St. and 13th just around the corner from where the fatal
crime took place just a week before! When after two male acquaintance of Shirley’s left our presence, then
soon after the I.P.D arrested us both! I had a warrant for violation of probation, so I assumed Gaskin had a
warrant as well; as we were placed in separate police cars. And then we were taken to I.P.D headquarter,
which was basically right down the street! Once at the police station I was taken to a small room with a table
and chairs; then police handcuffed my left arm to a metal ring on the wall. Due to my intoxication I rested my
head on my right arm on the table. As I soon fell fast asleep! Hours or minutes later (I truly don’t know) I
was boldly awakened by homicide detectives Alan Jones and L.A. Van Buskirk and audaciously accused of a
murder that occurred Aug. 8, 1998 on 14th and Pennsylvania St! I immediately “snapped out of my sleeping
daze” and adamantly denied any personal knowledge or involvement in the hideous crime!

I was irrational due to my Absolute Innocence with no lawyer present, no experience of any type of police
interrogation in my life and while being functionally illiterate of law procedure; I immaturely waived my
rights and naively gave these detectives a statement from my blared recollections, placing myself in the area
of the crime because of the building I was in the night of the “pop” sounds! Since I confidently had Absolute
Innocence on my side, why not explain to detectives, what I heard while in the building? Major
misconception on my part….! This is when my entire mental capacity was shattered to near oblivion upon
Det. Jones telling me “We have 2 eye witnesses, who identify you as the shooter in the murder! Seconds later
I was charged with the offense! The “uniformed police” immediately forced me to relinquish my sky blue
Nike running shoes off my feet, as well as my white/blue Pelle Pel sweat pants, claiming they needed them
for gun powder testing (which were negative)! And placed me in the county jail “bare footed” with an
“orange jail jump suite” convicting me onset! ”This is a big mistake, y’all have the wrong man!” I declared
repeatedly at the top of my lungs!!! Still not conceiving the real inhuman tragedy that would “burn my soul
like a scorching hot spoon perpetually”, in the months to follow!?!

Donald Brooks is one of the 2 witnesses the detectives stated identified me! Brooks gave Detective Jones a
statement Aug. 15, 1998 just one day after my arrest, (also after Shirley Guskin informed Brooks, he himself
was a suspect in the crime!) In Brooks’s statement he says he was lying down in his cousin’s apartment,
when he heard spontaneous gun fire! And when he got up and looked out the two story apartment window, he
said he saw Detroit AKA Leon Benson running (south east) down the Pennsylvania St towards the Pricilla
Apartments, while several individuals run (north) down the Pennsylvania St! Brooks said it was a good
possibility “Detroit” committed the crime…! This entire statement this “impostor witness” gave was coerced
and vigorously conflicted with all other evidence, artificial and blemished fallaciously! When Donald
Brooks, a middle age convicted robber, parole-violator, impostor of truth, testified not only at one but two
trials, he was unable to describe any clothing worn by any of the many individuals, he claimed to have seen
on the scene; and then repulsively Brooks lost all memory about any events he conveyed to Detective Alan
Jones! At the trial Prosecutor Randy Head was so infuriated by the “State’s own witness” avert the
transparent coercion while on the witness stand; that he dismissed Brooks in utter disgust!

Christy Schmitt, the second witness a “star newspaper” delivery woman and the States material/ eye-witness,
gave Detective L.A. Van Buskirk a statement Aug.8, 1998 just 30/40 minutes after the crime! In Christy
Schmitt’s statement she said, she had just begun her route as she was approaching the newspaper vending
box located North-West of the corner of 14th and Pennsylvania St….When she noticed a black pickup truck
pulled over just south of the intersection on the Westside of the street facing south! Her attention was
compelled to the illuminated tail lights of the truck. As Schmitt began filling the vending box, she heard 3 or
4 “pops” like firecrackers. When she looked up to her left, which was south, in the direction of the sounds,
she then observed a black male (B/m) standing on the passenger side of the truck on the sidewalk. The
shooter turned in Schmitt’s direction walked north to the end of the trucks bed, turned back around, walked to
the cab of the truck, pointed a gun into the passenger side window and fired 2 more shots into the trucks cab.
Schmitt said she had seen the flash from the muzzle of the gun the last 2 shots! Then the shooter began
walking quickly south down the sidewalk and when he reached the lot to the Damien Center, he cut west
running through the parking lot from the scene! Schmitt then left from the vending box, where she was
loading the papers to go to her vehicle, which was 10 ft apart! Now in her vehicle she proceeded to call 911
on her cell phone, but she got no response. Then she drove south down Pennsylvania St. Passing the back
truck, then Damien Center lot, Schmitt said, they were to far away to identify! After two blocks away from
the scene, she finally made contact with 911! Schmitt returned to the black truck about 10 minutes later,
where she met a black woman name Cheryl King, who also called 911. They then awaited the police to arrive
together!!! Schmitt said that although the shooter did not stand in the street light on the corner, she felt that
her headlights were illuminating the scene enough; she could possibly identify the shooter. Christy Schmitt
described the shooter as follows:

African-American male, early to mid 20’s, dark complected 5’8’’, skinny build, black t-shirt, black baggy
sweat pants with three stripes down the legs, short hair, possibly no facial hair and dark tennis shoes.

*****A witness by the name of Carol Knight stated to police, Leon Benson was wearing stonewashed blue
jeans, a blue shirt with an emblem on it and a jacket! This testimony never was contradicted in trial.

****Look at the actual police scene diagrams that correlates each witness statement of action by the suspect!
****

***Also please keep in mind, that I’m a light complected African-American male, 5’10’’! Look at my photo
in the introduction (Ditto)!***

Conveyed by the actual police scene diagram made by officer R.Layton. The distance between the tailgate of
the truck and the vending box, Christy Schmitt was loading, was approximately 146 ft and 7 inches, which is
roughly 49 yards, a half of a football field!!!

This distance alone is immensely unreliable identification evoked by Christy Schmitt’s decision to choose an
INNOCENT MAN out of a photo-array line-up one week after the crime occurred, on the day of my arrest
Aug.14, 1998!

I was in police custody, why wasn’t I placed in a live line-up?

*Statistically reported by Amnesty International, African-American defendants, when identified by

Caucasian victims/ witnesses from photo-array line-ups, are the highest defendants, who are misidentified
and falsely convicted! Also I truly believe that the detectives and prosecution coerced Schmitt to deceive
justice, and the bold contradictions of Schmitt testimony aptly supports my dialectical conclusion!!!

At the second trial, which the first resulted in a hung jury (6 – not guilty, 1 – undecided, 5 – guilty! Never
once was a motive established to this crime, nor was there any physical/DNA evidence connecting me to the
insane act either trial!) Schmitt unreliable identification and uncorroborated, conflicting testimony was only
evidence against me! Schmitt gave Det.L.A.Van Buskirk a statement the night of the crime, then Det. Jones a
tape recorded statement a week later, and also an oral deposition under oath 3-26-1999! Sporadically while
testifying in the second trial Schmitt emerged with the most conflicting, apex dubious testimony laced with
nefarious fallacy, that was completely unheard of in any of the prior 3 statements given by Schmitt. This
testimony I’m providing you with today is the actual trial transcripts records verbatim!

Prosecutor Randy Head’s Direct Examination of Schmitt

Q: And what did you do with the cell? (R.146)

A: As soon as I got in the vehicle I called 911….

Q: Were you able to get through at the time?

A: No…

Q: Why did you want to drive your vehicle at that point? ***

A: Afraid that, if the shooter came back around the building for some reason, I didn’t want to be standing
right there for my own personal safety! *** (R.146)

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Q: On what side of the street were you on at the time that you drove past the truck? (R.147)

A: At that time I drove past the truck. I was right next to it. I proceeded to go across the lanes of traffic on to
the opposite side of the road…

Q: What did you see further south of the truck? ***

A: The gentleman that fired the shots was walking on the sidewalk. He proceeded to look towards me, we
made eye contact and then he proceeded to run through the Damien Center lot…! (R.147) *** (In 3 prior
statements and 1 trial Schmitt was standing at the vending box until the shooter ran away from the scene
through the lot!!)

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Q: Ms. Schmitt is the person, who fired those shots, in the courtroom today?

A: Yes….Sir…! (R.152)

Q: Can you point him out for the jury and describe what he’s wearing?

A: The gentleman in the blue shirt and tie!

Prosecutor: Your honor, may the record reflect the witness has identified the defendant, Leon Benson.

Judge: Yes….(Direct by prosecutor resumes)

Q: Now at some later time you gave a statement to Det. Jones concerning the incident, is that correct?
(R.152)

A: Yes
Q: And do you remember how you described the shooters complexion?

A: I said he was fairly dark! ***

Q: Do you see the person you’ve just identified as the shooter here in the courtroom?

A: Yes, …um hum…(R.152)

Q: Can you take a look at him/Benson for me? How do you describe his complexion as he sits there?***

A: Fairly light- light complected…! (R.152)***

Q: I guess the person you identified as shooter is not fairly dark, correct?

A: Correct…(R152) *** (This is the 21st century, not a courtroom in the old confederate American South in
the 1800’s! Such an unjust dynamic should not exist in our present civilized society! Was that testimony
civilized? – Now I would like to present the many times Schmitt impeached, though my trial lawyer did so
very meek and passively! Still Schmitt far-fetched account of events was divulged!)

Trial attorney Timothy J. Miller cross examination of Schmitt

Q: Now when you were on the Westside of the street, there’s a newspaper vending-box you were filling that
box when you heard shots. Is that right?

A: Yes… (R.171)

Q: OK, your testimony is that it was misty?

A: Yes…Sir…(R.171)

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Q: Now in the same statement to Det. L.A.Van Buskirk do you recall him asking you what first drew your
attention to the shooter - what you most noticed about shooter? ***

A: Yes Sir… (R.172)

Q: What was your answer? (R.172)

A: The clothing… (R.172/73) ***

Q: And these memories were fresh in your memory at the time – Is that right? ***

A: Yes…um hum…. (R.173)

Q: And also you described the shooter as being dark complected?

A: Yes Sir…*** (R. 173)

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Q: Do you recall saying that you couldn’t identify the shooter, but you could recognize his clothing?
A: No Sir…. (R. 174) (See this bold contradiction!)

Q: So, if someone else were to testify that you did, it’s your belief that they would be mistaken? ***

A: Yes….Sir…(R.174) *** (This is an excerpt from Cheryl King’s trial testimony much later in the
proceeding! Ms. King is the compassionate woman, who called 911 also and waited with Schmitt until police
arrived on the scene!)

Q: Now my question to you is – did you hear the woman/ Schmitt, who had gotten out of the van say
something in regards to the shooter? (R.396)

A: She said: “NO, I couldn’t see the shooter’s face - all I know is that they had on sweets and a hood shirt.”
(R.396)

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Q: Do you remember the statement after the shooting took place, you saw the shooter come toward you and
turn around walking, breaking into a run and going west behind the Damien Center? (R.174)

A: Yes. ***

Q: Do you also remember making the statement that as you were driving you saw the shooter running behind
the Damien Center? ***

A: Yes, as I was passing the parking lot to the Damien Center…

Q: So, it’s your testimony that the shooter was running behind the Damien Center both the times- when you
were still at the vending box and then after? It took time to get to your van and proceed south on
Pennsylvania?

A: No Sir… (R.174) (This dubious testimony is what convicted an Innocent Man!)

Q: So it’s your testimony that what you meant by that statement was that the shooter did not get into the
street light? (R.177)

A: Yes…Sir (R.177)

Q: You didn’t tell Det. Van Buskirk that that night, did you?

A: No Sir. (R.174)

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Before Christy Schmitt stepped off the stand, jurors submitted a question to the judge to ask Schmitt! And
from their question you’ll realize, there is a very colossal problem after hearing all the contradictions by
Schmitt, they should have had an illogical conclusion!

Judge questions Schmitt on jurors tendered question

Q: Ok, did you make eye contact with the shooter as you drove south on Pennsylvania St?

A: Yes. (R.181,82)

Q: Did the defendant then start to run?

A: Yes. (R.182)

Schmitt was impeached again after that testimony! Why would jurors ask such a question after hearing such
obvious contradictions? How could a jury convict anyone on this evidence? The vertex of the juror’s
confusion was my trial lawyer not presenting the police diagram of the scene! Mr. Miller decided to bring
vital piece of evidence in much too late in the trial! And Mr. Miller’s total cross exam of Schmitt was only 7
pages compared to 23 pages of direct exam by prosecutor Head! So, basically truth was smothered because
of my trial lawyer meekness! The police diagram is the same one, I’ve provided with you today. This would
have given jurors actual distance and exposed the scientific fact, that it was impossible for Schmitt to move
50 yds that fast. After myriad opportunity to present this evidence while Schmitt was on the stand, this sham
artist didn’t provide this evidence on purpose!

30 days before the first trial my trial lawyer brought me a statement of an eyewitness, who identified
someone else as the shooter in the crime! After being condemned to the Marion County Jail to await trial for
months now; this news made me sigh in jubilation! This statement was dated Aug.17,1998, 3 days after my
arrest! Why was I still in jail awaiting trial for a crime, I absolutely did not commit? And why was I just now
receiving such vindicating evidence? I would know the answer some years later to these personal
questions…..

The unlocated witness Dakarai C. Fulton gave the lead Detective Jones a voluntary tape recorded statement
Aug.17, 1998! Mr.Fulton stated:

As he was on his way to the Shell Gas Station, so he was walking on the side of a building on Pennsylvania
St along a trial path way. Upon reaching the sidewalk of the eastside of Pennsylvania St Fulton said, he
remembered seeing a black Dodge Ram truck, sitting on the Westside of Pennsylvania St. in front of the
Damien Center! Next thing you know gun fire rang out! Fulton then said, he had seen the shooter walk to the
bed-end of the truck, then turn around walked back to the truck’s cab and fired 2 more shots on the passenger
side in the truck’s cab! And then the shooter walked at a fast pace north down the sidewalk until reaching the
Damien Center lot, where he cut west through the lot running from the scene! Fulton told Detective Jones, he
recognized the person, who did the shooting because of the clothes they had on:

Black shirt, black jogging pants with 3 stripes down the leg! * Also Dakarai Fulton said, he had seen the
same person hours or so earlier waving a handgun around!!! Fulton said, he had to tell the person to stop
waving the gun around that way, “because it ain’t no telling, when it could go off!”, “I had a friend, who got
shot that way!” Fulton described the handgun as a 380 automatic!

When asked by lead Detective Alan Jones:

Q: How do you know it was a 380, or what makes you believe it was a 380?

A: Well, cause I seen the same gun, I had the same gun before. I done seen a few of them in my life time,
enough to know them on sight….

Q: So you use to own a gun – similar kind of gun is that correct?

A: Oh yeah, I guess what would be a carbon copy!

Dakarai Fulton went on to make a positive identification of the shooter, who also was the same person
waving the 380 automatic handgun!

Also there were 2 crime stopper reports that aired: one report said Joseph Webster is connected to the murder
that occurred on 14th and Pennsylvania St and Webster had recently been released from Juvenile Hall. The
second report said, Joseph Webster used a 380 handgun in the murder and the gun belonged to his girlfriend
Latasha Sheppard. Also the second report said, Latasha Sheppard had reported to police, a missing 380
automatic handgun three days prior to the shooting, in addition, lead Detective Alan Jones confirmed Latasha
Sheppard gun report to police….!

***Please, let the following facts engross your attention:

Joseph Webster is the same person Dakarai Fulton identified as the shooter. And I.P.D recovered 380 auto
shell casings at the scene of the crime! Tragically the innocent victim Kasey Sheon was killed by bullets from
a 380 auto handgun, that fatal night! Why with all this evidence pointing toward Webster, would detectives
turn their heads and pursue Leon Benson? There’s a multitude of consolidated covert nefariousness, that help
conceive this injustice, not only against me and my family or the victim and his family, but against us all,
who believe in justice!***

***After receiving my trial transcripts Nov.15, 2002, 3 ½ years after my incarceration in 1999, I had an
epiphany, that infuriated me immensely upon discovering my own trial lawyer Timothy J. Miller held vital
evidence from me fro 3 ½ months! Mr. Miller received Dakarai Fulton’s statement and crime stopper reports
Jan.19,1999 and this information wasn’t divulged to me until April of 1999 just 30 days before the first trial!
Then everything started to put itself in perspective of why this crime in itself was afflicted on me. Timothy J.
Miller crucially undermined to trial outcome! Miller didn’t call the officer, who constructed the crime scene
diagram R: Layton to testify at trial, or Detective L.A.Van Buskirk, who interviewed Christy Schmitt 30/40
min after crime took place; and Timothy Gaither was excluded from testifying in the second trial by Miller
without my knowledge until the middle of trial. Miller never held one evidentiary hearing in concerns of
Christy Schmitt identification, which is by law unreliable just by distance alone! Miller did not investigate or
prepare for trial and his trial performance was very meek towards the prosecution! Miller made too many
simple mistakes, which leads me to believe, he was working with the prosecution! This case is not a
complicated one at all; Timothy J. Miller was the vital chess piece that compelled a false conviction on me,
an Innocent Man! The thought that echoes in my mind often times is that I paid this “sham artist” of a lawyer
nearly US$ 15,000.00 to help railroad me to prison!

Due to overtly incompetent legal representation, corruption, racism, my social economical status, functional
illiteracy to the judicial system, being from Michigan, with almost no family support; plus the city of
Indianapolis having still an all time record high homicide of 168 homicides in 1998, with not only the Schoen
family, but countless other family members of lost victims, with local media frenzy, evoked profound
pressure on the entire Indianapolis police department and prosecutors office to bring closure to the many
unsolved homicide cases by producing more arrests and convictions, was all weighed against me in a trial,
that was not mine! So, the State of Indiana only concern was bring closure to a murder case, if that meant
manufacturing the conviction of an Innocent Man instead of the true perpetrator of this inhumane act! All the
facts, I’ve conveyed to you today, is what propelled an illogical, irrational, unscientific, absurd, fallacious,
guilty verdict; “that tragically sent me to prison for 60 years”.

It’s very sad, that a father of two beautiful children has to spend his life battling relentlessly for liberation that
was embezzled from him in the first place! I don’t only want justice for me, but also for the victim Kasey
Schoen, who has suffered death! It’s understandable for Kasy’s family to harbor animosity, but it’s a sin,
when it’s aimed at the wrong person. I still remember the Scheon family’s death wishes towards me; this used
to anger me, but I recognize, that they themselves were deceived by individuals, who were sworn to uphold
justice!

I’ve still found ways to keep growing and understanding, what life has to offer! I’ve come to believe that all
our struggle, disappointment, pain, betrayal, injustice, admiration, love, joy, aspiration, befriendment, anger,
justice and war, we experience in our life is what makes us who we are! Though it’s immensely hard not to
be bitter in my current circumstance. I’m not, because the world doesn’t owe me nothing, because I’m
innocent in prison, but I do owe myself the education, determination, discipline and perseverance, that I have
within my heart and soul to transcend over this injustice! Unfortunately this in not enough, I need your
help!!!

My direct appeal was denied (2-15-2002) and since then I have filed a PCR appeal (1-28-03) with the Indiana
Public “Pretenders” Office! At this point of my legal endeavors I truly have no trust in the Indiana Injustice
System! I’m sure you can understand why. My writing finger literally has a callus from all the places I’ve
written in all 50 U.S states declaring my innocence, while asking for assistance, but nothing has happened!
I’ve gotten a lot of responses telling me, why they can’t help; there’s been several Innocent Project directors
respond sarcastically by saying “We only take cases, where individuals are actually innocent!” What?! How
could they think, I was playing some diabolical game? Could a guilty person have the strength to convey
such unadulterated truth step by step as I have today? All I need is your helping hand to help myself!

The truth has been my strength, protection and guiding star, that illuminates the darkest moments of this
eclipse of justice! A fallacy will diminish in the presence of truth; truth is a perpetual fact of the universe!
Truth is the knowledge, wisdom and understanding of the Egyptian mysteries discovered after millenniums
buried under the desert sands! In my case I don’t have the duration on my side, everyday I awake in prison is
a lost piece of my existence! I immensely need the assistance of “archaeologists of justice” to dust away the
sands of injustice, that has imprisoned my existence and unearth me to the hands of exoneration!

My name is Leon Benson and this is my Battle Cry of Innocence seeking justice!

For more personal insights on Benson go to http://www.prisonpenpals.net/995256.html !

I would like to extend my sincerest appreciation and gratitude to Katja Pumm, Leda Grace and the many
other individuals, who have never stopped believing in my absolute innocence! I especially must thank Lee
Gaylord, the founder of The Castle of Hope for Lost Souls Project without his undaunted assistance none of
this today would be possible!

“How you can assist Leon’s exoneration”

• Share your skills: in public speaking, net working vital information, writing, designing, art, making
copies, exposing the story of Leon to all media and communications outlets worldwide, organizing
fundraising, share your ideas.
• Download The Battle Cry of Innocence and send them to different foundations and organizations that
claim to assist the falsely incarcerated.
• Show the Battle Cry of Innocence to your local youth in your community to bring apex awareness
about the US Injustice System.
• Speak about Leon’s story at community events. Direct friends and family to our website. Challenge
people, who salute “tough on crime” rhetoric and don’t have the true information or knowledge of the
exploitation of poor individuals in the US.
• Participate in events and rallies that expose the greed and exploitation of the prison industry.
• Write to Leon directly and ask questions.
• All legal experience is needed, if you have this skill, please, share your ideas of exonerating Leon
Benson.
• Finding, giving and sharing support and help that will accelerate Leon to exoneration.
• Learn more about the wrongful incarcerated.

I’m only one story of so many people before me and possibly after me, if you don’t take adamant action
against this nationwide epidemic of bogus, false and wrongful incarcerations in this country. There are 2.6
million men and women currently incarcerated in the U.S. and how many are innocent victims of inequality,
nepotism, racism, discrimination from a corrupt Injustice System? Maybe former Illinois Governor George
Ryan can answer that question for you, because he realized, there was a high probability innocent people
were in the 167 Illinois death row inmates, he granted clemency, too, permanently stopping their executions!
Organize people in your community to demand justice for the wrongfully convicted! You are the hope, so
never give up the struggle! Aluta Continua.

If I know anything at all, it’s that a wall is just a wall, and nothing more at all. “It can be broken down!”
(Assata Shakur)

Leon Benson #995256

W.V.C.F.
P.O. Box 1111
Carlisle, IN 47838

The tales of a Drunk Man

These are tales of a drunk man…the slurs, mumbles and gesture {many} don’t understand!
He’s the last man standing while others out cold…
He’s still down to drinks a gallon of Rose , to cleanse ya soul……
If you have no liquor, better get em’ some… The only one with the open arms as if you were his only son…
I inhaled the biggest lessons from the Bums in the slums… on their soles/souls they wore the age old
bubblegum…
They told me the ways of the Truveons… all I had to do was listen and learn, and bring the Paul Mason…
People say their lying when their telling the truth… about why so many people is dying in the ghetto, the
roots…
I’m peepin Pops in a cold sweat… we must realize when he talk off the wall he’s just a war vet…
“Feel no sympathy, just feel the empathy”… away from visions of the penitentiary…
Old timer is drunk at the table as I poof the Gans
“Please understand these were tales of a drunk man!!!”

By: Leon Benson 7/7/03

What’s happening Mr. Lee? Hopefully your vigor against the U.S. justice system has bared recent fruits! So I
command my words to reach you in superb health and divine mind!
I received your message several days ago and I’m just now responding, I apologize immensely! (Whoa) is
what I said to myself when I read the second sentence. You said you’re doing free web pages for innocent
prisoners. Mr. Lee that’s a blessing, and plus you’re from Detroit too!!! Make it even wilder because I’m
from Flint, Michigan and I lived in Detroit on the Westside for 3 yrs.!
In early 1993 I moved to Detroit with some friends from Flint. I wanted to find a music producer to help
me launch a hip hop/rap career! Plus I was 17 y/o looking for a life and exploring independence.
My first job or legal hob in my life was at (Popeye’s chicken) in “Highland Park”. I’d drop out of the 9th
grade so I was in pursuit of a FED and attended a small school on Joy Rd. called “Leon Sullivan Academy”.
My first apartment was in Highland Park on Highland St. Also I stayed on “8 mile” in some apartments next
to the Northland skating Rank on Parkside St., Fairfield and Puriton! I have a lot of memories about the “D”!
 Mr. Lee you sound like a very down to earth and understanding person! A street angel almost! I feel like a
have to forever aid and assist people from the streets! I never was really a bad person, just misled. When I
was a drug dealer, I sat and listened to the addicts and the bums and in return they gave me jewels, jewels no
one else seemed to see! They always told me I didn’t belong in this street life , there was a greater things I
could do with my life but I let the evil of the money trap me! I seen to feel the pain addicts, bums, drunks,
dealers etc… much like yourself Mr. Lee just with a different voice too!
I’m sorry to hear about the many losses in your life but with all individuals there’s good that always
follows them to repair the broken pieces. From the way you spend your time you are a person of compassion
and when you say my people or pray for my people in your letter you are referring to me and many others
that haven’t been discovered yet! (smile)
My old rap name used to be Eazy Lee back in 1988-89 (smile) I can tell you have a lot of grass roots
understanding about the streets and that’s a plus!
I’m adamantly I keep my mind on the justice that is owed to me! I’ve transformed my entire understanding
and ideology geared towards eradicating this foes of injustice that plagues my existence at this moment! I
have found many ways to cope with the perpetual pain of just waking up in this night more everyday! I’ve
been bitter at the world, my so-called friends, family who sat and watched my liberty be snatched away and
did nothing. I’ve come to a conclusion NO ONE in the world “owes me” anything because I am innocent and
in prison but those who afflicted me! That concept alone gave me less stress and more focus because I “owe
myself” the hard work and dedication it takes to exonerate myself.
My false conviction has a lot to do with; I was from Michigan and in the area of the crime. They/people
called me by the name of (Detroit)! So they had to send to prison no matter what! I didn’t know people from
Detroit were so disliked outside the glove/ Michigan. Indianapolis sure showed me!!!
I hope I didn’t write too much for the web page, I just felt compelled to tell the entire story.
Mr. Lee at this moment I’m being held within the SHU on administrative segregation so I’m in a cell 23
hours a day! I’ll explain about this and much more about myself in the future! Also, I got to hear about
Detroit, it seems like forever since I lived there.
Lee I especially appreciate this web page beyond explaining. Please know it isn’t in vain. I am actually
absolutely innocent of this crime. All I need is one eye witness that wasn’t present at trial! This is a vital tool
in my quest for justice! I can’t thank you enough Easy Lee! I have a poem/rap dedicated to you. I wrote this
as a free man in 1997. It reflects the understanding I had for people society threw away!
Mr. Lee I will close this letter for now but I leave you with peace and respect.

Sincerely,
Leon 7/7/03
 More From Leon Benson

Life Ain’t Fair by Leon Benson

Life ain’t fair for the innocent doing some else’s time in prison

It’s been 3 years my family never came to visit, the love is mission….
My pillowcase is soaked with tears

So many years I was left alone just to cope with fear….

Late at night I shadow box with the dweller from hell

If I’m winning they tripple team and I just can’t bare….

All the pain, for the rain, falling harder and harder

I’m 26 years old and never met my father…

All the injustices I indure brings vindictive acts

The life cards I was dealt, please, take them back…

I prayed to God to prevent me from this nefarious conviction

But I woke up early in the morning, I was trapped in prison…

Clinching the pictures of my family pen pointing my kids

Confused and all alone is how their life really is

I’ve lost 3 family members not counting the friends….

I heard a man on lock down praying to God and crying

If it really was God, why my folks keep dying….

Me and my so called friends used to party and ball

Now when I pick up the phone to call them up operators block my calls…
When they were in financial need from me, they got the $ cheddar

Now I can’t from them receive a one line letter, saying it’a all be better…
Wait, I just received some legal mail, I ripped it open with pride

It reads Benson vs. Indiana Appeal Denied…..

Life Aiin’t Fair!

By Leon Benson 2-15-02

Dedicated to Katja Pumm (Keep ya head up!) 5-26-03

 Seed of Thought by Leon Benson

The rain fell on unfertil soil, where underneath a single seed lay….

The sun’s glow, penatrated the unfertile soil to help the single seed grow, all within a day…

The seed grew into a flower tall and bright amongst all the weeds…

The seasons passed in a flash the flower slumpted, but it developed seeds….

These seeds prayed to somehow travel from such futile soil, the seeds prayers were answered in due time….

When the seeds were swooped into the vortex of a world wind, and instead of falling on fertile soil, the seeds
landed in fertile minds….

By Leon Benson 5-26-03

Dedicated to Katja Pumm 5-26-03

ForGive me Father by Leon Benson (1998)

God, I felt you judging me, as you made the room spin…..

Is an early death my destination intoxicated with Gin….

It’s deeper than skin, its winking eye’s and grin’s….

I know they watch me, while my hands on dirty inns (6) …..

Not enough so I hold a glock (5), while I’m trapped in a paradox….

Time keeps passing by on my watch, it’s a tick and tock….

So tell me is it in my genes, dear Lord, I always schemed….

Trying to get cream (1), weighing them things (2) on tripple beams (3)….

Could it be I’ve been misled, and the ones to chose to do the things I do will in up dead….?

So tell me can my soul be saved, please keep me from an early grave….

Tell me, who is that voice in my head, keep telling me crime pays…?

These ergs make me cop (4), OH Lord, will it stop…

Will it be my body that drops, from a pistol when we hear that pop…?
Now I know, what you mean, good things don’t come with speed, ….
that way you won’t succeed, that voice I was hearing that was greed…..

So this is the time to stop killing my own kind…

And stop being so quick to blame it on that I’m out there on the grind (7)…..

And God/Father, if you don’t forgive me, I know you’re still on my team…..

I knew, what was right and wrong, my mama was a dope-fiend….(i.e. Forgive Father)

Annotation:

I made this back in 1998 while in the County Jail in Indianapolis. – My crime was drug dealin in the
downtown area, not murder! And the song/poem is talking with God about what was inside my heart! I know,
I was at a cross road of my life back then!

Key words/ meanings of slang:

#1 Cream = crash, rule, everything around me, I used cream as $ money $

#2 things/ thangs = large amount of cocain
#3 tripple beams = scale
#4 cop = to buy dope whole scale to make profit
#5 glock = gun
#6 inns/ends = $ money $
#7 grind = hustlin hard for money

dedicated to the lost men, women and children in the streets across the world.