To My Dearest Sister Gen'
January 23, 2014
To My Dear Sister, Gen an Angel in Heaven:
From Your baby brother,
Brother Floyd
Thomas Rogers Sr:
I won't ask how you are doing , simply because I know you are doing just fine up there working hard in your heavenly place, 24/7 . As for myself , since this tragedy, of losing you,I have been under the weather off an on. Anyway knowing how strong your baby brother has been all of his life , God is always there to see me through any kind of disasters and troubles. He is the same God yesterday , today, and forever more. My wife and I , and our children always feel your presence as a guardian angel sent from heaven above to comfort and support us in just about every way one could think of. What a wonderful display of heavenly intervention. I must say for once in my life, since you left the planet earth ,it appears that the multitude of angels has awakened in a more tangible manner, through dreams and visions where I can feel and see the release of God's sweet spirit and never ending presence. Not only that, but after you were repeatedly kept away from me your Brother Floyd , by some evil family members, well then I am equally certain that the moment you eyes slowly closed and you hatched out of your 75 year old shell (body), it appears that you did not hesitate to stop by our home. Simply because the very next morning , your sister-n-law Sister Dykeba was sitting at our dining room table , looking out of the window when she saw your clear image in spirit form slowly grace across our 12 feet high fenced in private back yard.Since our 14 year old son Jonah would get up early sometimes to go out on the patio to exercise , she thought it could have been him . At that point she jumped up and double checked the back door,only to find that it was still locked and then she ran up stairs and checked from room to room only to find that everyone was still in bed asleep.We were assured then that it was you and on several other occasions , as well. Sadly enough five months later on September 30,2013 , tragedy struck again , our a special niece ,1st Class Navy Petty Officer Thelma Jean Wilson- McLaughlin passed away at the age of 55 . She immediately join you, and thereafter as we know,the both of you visit us frequently as you both go about your Heavenly Father's business.Anyway just wait until you hear the rest of the story ,where you, Sister Gen' have visited , me your baby brother, Bro.Floyd , in spirit at our home on numerous of times.I even see you, in visions , as you transformed beyond the stars in a location that I have always called transition for over 45 years . Apparently this is a location where these small amazing ancient beings dwell, three to four feet tall , dark and wrinkled skinned, Most of them wear ancient caps, hats, and dreadlocks. The reason I am so familiar with these beings is because , I have been seeing them, sometimes by the thousands, in visions for more than 45 years. As I have noticed, they show up sporadically around our home, when we are traveling on the road , and when we are visiting parks and fishing facilities ect.., However since you have made a touchdown where they dwell , I have noticed that that some have disappeared from that location, and I have also been getting fewer visits from them and other deceased friends and relatives that I have been having encounters with for many years. My wife and I have come to the conclusion that it is possible that you moved your mission work to a higher level and helped some of them to cross over . When I saw you on the first day you and four other ladies entered this place, as you all entered the door you were still leading the way ,with a huge pad and pen in your chest , you turned around and whispered something to them and then cut your eyes at me and then you disappeared. The very next day you returned in the same location, but this time you were sitting far away on the end of these small beings.I wasn't for sure it was you because you had a huge silver cup in front of your face, I could barely see you only your forehead , the top of your hair, and some of your eyes looking over the cup , I kept saying to myself , it looked like you , seeing that your legs were crossed at the ankles , I noticed the scar on your calf that you have had since you were a teenager. At that point you realized that I had identified you my sister Gen' right after this you just faded away and disappeared.Several days later you and some other women, took over this location, where the small ancient beings had dwelled for hundreds,possibly thousands of years. There I could see all of you were slowly shouting , dancing , and were clapping your hands as if you had made some great accomplishments in your mission work. Anyway, all of your great heavenly work has helped many to cross over and has brought so much peace and contentment to us your Brother Floyd and my family.
Now let me tell you something , your sister -n-law, Sister Dykeba and I were making preparations to go out of town for Christmas and found this letter shown above dated , January 5,1981, as we were searching through some old documents, when we returned from our holiday vacation. We discovered this sad letter of yours , that was so heart wrenching back then, and much more sadder and heart wrenching today, now that you are gone. You provided me with a collage of your profound letters and cards filled with biblical passages and words of encouragement , that gave me the strength to hold on and be patient , during my incarceration. Since I did not have anymore photos of my sister , Evangelist Spencer , in my possession , I found more consolation in posting these letters and cards of encouragement than any photos could bring, and although we are a bit past Christmas , I still felt that it was very important to post this letter and Christmas card as a reminder of her generosity and compassion.Additionally ,knowing that you,sis' Evangelist Spencer along with our niece Thelma Jean Wilson-McLaughlin will no longer be with us for Christmas, all of this has just put a damper on our Christmas spirit for 2013, and we will recollect the both of your memories for years to come .
Anyway , while bearing this in mind , you were very right , sis' as you mentioned in your letter above ( dated Jan. 5, 1981 ) , we both felt the same way , when our mother passed away on March 6, 1966, yes , all of the "Merry "went out of Christmas and the "Happy " out of New Year's seeing that our mother was born on Christmas Day. After I got married , I shared the joyful stories with my wife, Sister Dykeba , of how our mother and father used to have the very best Christmas' and New Years' for us, knowing that our mother would want us to continue to celebrate the birth of Christ at Christmas Time and continue to celebrate New Year's holidays in order to keep the Rogers legacy alive , the spirit of prosperity alive in all of their kindred spirits and offspring to come. Oh what a wonderful revelation that has been passed down from generation to generation. Therefore , we rekindled the Christmas spirit and have celebrated these two holidays religiously , for the past 24 years of our marriage ,as they have grown each year. Of course we could never have the knowledge, nor the energy to trim the 9 to 10 foot Scotch Pine tree fresh cut by our dad , Bro Joe Edward Rogers, the artistic decorations in the interior and the exterior , and not to mention the tons of gifts that we had when we were kids . We even had real snow back home in northern Louisiana , every Christmas was a " White Christmas " . I remember as I grew up how our parents would put out out the fire in our double fireplace ,by sprinkling water to cool it down just before sun down, so that Santa could come down the chimney later as we would all jump in the bed, cover our heads, close our eyes and pretend to be asleep. Since we can't have snow like we did back then I still create my own snow all over our yard for the past 24 years now. Ole St Nick is still delivering all of our gifts and goodie bags, similar to back then , except he is unable to come down the chimney. We have continued this tradition,so that our children can enjoy some of the same kinds of festivities we did as we were growing up, so that these traditions can be passed down for generations to come.I know you,sis', mom ,dad, and my brothers are looking down from heaven and smiling away during this joyous occasion. Anyway since my wife and I have worked so hard to keep the Christmas spirit alive , I want to close by saying Merry Christmas to you, my sister, Evangelist Spencer, Merry Christmas to My dear mother District Missionary Rose Bell Rogers , Merry Christmas to dear my father, Bro. Joe Edward Rogers , and Merry Christmas to my brothers, sisters , nieces, nephews, all of my deceased relatives , including all of the other angels up there in the sky. Merry Christmas World , and to all of our troops who are watching over us from the air ,at sea and far away on foreign lands, Merry Christmas to all of you ! ....Remember , JESUS IS THE REASON for THE SEASON ! Peace on Earth Goodwill Toward All !!
Happy Martin Luther King Day !!
January 20,2014
I can imagine how my sister, Evangelist Spencer , was feeling during this letter shown above dated January 5,1981.as for myself I felt like the whole sky had collapsed down on me, having lost our mother as my sister , described and now losing me her baby brother , took a great toll on both of us physically and mentally . Especially knowing that me,her brother was innocent , and had been wrongfully sentenced to 50 years of incarceration. Knowing that I had never been in any kind of trouble, not even fights, no probation, or prior convictions of any kind, as I was growing up in business in the heart of 5th Ward, in Houston, Texas neither throughout my adult life . I have always been active in the community and spoke out against violence starting from my youth and throughout my adulthood . My sister and I have always been very close and have stuck together from our childhood. , keeping in touch with each other almost everyday. when Evangelist Spencer finally moved to Houston, Texas in 1961.We shared business ideas and ways to move forward in our careers ,endeavors, and through corporate America. Evangelist Spencer also took an unusual action by stepping up to the plate and helped me to fight the corrupt justice system for the six months while I was out on bond . Evangelist Spencer ,my baby sister Sister Hazel Pratt, friends,and colleagues were by my side during the 11 day -long trial , where I was being falsely accused of murder at my own home and habitation. On the morning of this incident I had just returned from my morning jog as usual, except this time I was late because of the Thanksgiving Holiday. I usually get up in the morning and am out jogging by 5 am, when I return I take my shower, read the paper, and head off to work .This particular morning ,after I returned from jogging, I took a shower then right after, I sat down and started writing out checks for my monthly bills. When all of sudden, around 10:30 am some crazy maniac began beating on my front door. Since my house had already been burglarized at least 7 times which reflected in the record and I had just received some obscene phone calls (threats) that morning, I was very frightened , so I immediately grabbed my weapon, seeing that I had already been threatened by some of the family members of the thieves that had repeatedly burglarized my home. As I went to my door, I asked " who is it??" all I could I hear was someone mumbling. When I opened the door I then asked this guy, who was wearing a black cowboy hat pulled down in his face, smelling like he had been drinking whiskey all night, what did he want? He continued to mumble and I could not understand anything that he was saying so I told this guy to hurry up and get his car off of my lawn and get "the hell off of my property." The most shocking part of all is that I thought he was alone until he started back toward his car, this man's friend who was laying down in the back seat, suddenly jumped out of the car and charged across my lawn toward me " saying,' let me talk to that bald headed MF** ...." and from my standpoint in the doorway of my home , I told him to don't come any closer... back off, back off ." He kept coming toward me, at the same time he went for his left pocket. I felt my life was in danger and I discharged my weapon and shot for his pocket ,striking him in his left hand to stop him . The deceased still kept plunging toward me . Several other rapid sessions were fired one of which were fatal. I later found out that the the deceased was left handed. I will not elaborate on this incident any further due to the nature and perimeters of this incident ,and any further details would be irrelevant. Please be advised that this information was not disseminated on this website for any legal matters , whatsoever..I have only presented a skeleton of this incident to clear the air of so many lies and so that truth could be told, which will clearly shows further during the conclusion of the paragraphs as follows, including but not limited to all of the hard missionary work by my sister Evangelist Geneva Mae Rogers-Spencer as follows:
After all of the hard work and efforts by Evangelist Spencer,myself, and the two sleeping hired attorneys, unfortunately the jurors still overlooked the facts that lined my case, at the same time being coerced by the twisted and fabricated facts being displayed by the African American Prosecutor because of his own hate, jealousy, because he was jealous of my outstanding background, successful career, and my daily courtroom attire versus the district attorney's simple attire , which he spoke about my attire numerous of times during the trial , and in retaliation of me being acquitted in three prior incidents.This African American assistant prosecutor really performed like he was a real "Uncle Tom" who appeared to be suffering from the 350 year old slave master Jimmie Lynch Syndrome, where I was handed down a high-tech lynching (50 year sentence) , at the hands of one of my own kind ,which was ordered by his superiors. In doing so, this prosecutors' numerous tactics, ridicule, and conspiracies against me caused me to ultimately spend 10 years incarcerated and lost everything that I had worked for including my outstanding career as a successful Bilingual African American businessman . When I entered the Texas Department of Criminal Justice System, I was a physically fit man , sadly enough when I returned back to society, released to The Texas House on Beaumont Highway , Houston, Texas for 7 months. After 10 years of incarceration ,empty handed with just the $200 they release you with , disabled and blind, from all of the physical abuse and brutal treatments I suffered inflicted by the more than 25 or 30 animalistic prison guards and officials (thugs). I suffered a cracked skull in two places ,cracked jawbone,eyeball partially knocked out the socket which rendered me blind and a considerable amount of other blows to the head and other parts of my body with batons and other types of weapons. I was also repeatedly kicked all over my body with cowboy boots and spurs.
To add injury to insult, once I was released , neither member of my family nor my wife's family ( her mother or her father ) ever gave us anything to start off as newlyweds, after the births of our 6 children which are my wife's mom only grandchildren and my wife is an only child, and no family members have ever ever given us anything to help out monetary, material, or moral support , to this day,so sad, evil, jealous, envious and shameful.The happiest part of all of this is that we have made all kinds of sacrifices, over the years , and God has blessed us tremendously,and never stops pouring out his blessings upon us .It has been some kind of struggle , and no one has ever assisted my wife during her 8 pregnancies, only me her blind husband.Now I can't imagine why my wife's mother( who went from the streets to a retire as a postmaster for the United States Post Office ) and my wife's father who was enlisted in the army and later an Over The Road Truck Driver ( 18-wheeler) for more than 35 years now , but still they both abandoned her (my wife) as a newborn baby at the Jefferson Davis Hospital,Houston, Texas ,in November of 1970, in the neonatal unit, and left her there. Whereas her grandmother had to step in as her guardian, and took her into her own home and raised her to grow up in the church and become the fine outstanding woman she is today, and a seasoned pianist, organist, and harpsichord player , full of humor , as she is also a super wife , a super mom, and a super friend as a matter of fact my wife is my everything. The saddest part of this story though, is that my wife's mom and dad have NEVER seen their grandchildren ranging in age from 4-22 years old , and neither of their grandparents have ever given them not one letter not one card, gifts , and not one penny during their young lives and and both their grandparents live within 30 miles of our home, here in Houston Texas, so devastating to our children .Now we can see why the Almighty God brought us together as husband and wife and broke the cycle as saying " What God joined together let no man put asunder"(revised Mark 10:9) and "When a man findeth a wife he findeth a good thing...."(revised Proverbs 18:22)
I am only releasing the foregone information today, not for pity, but because my sister Evangelist Spencer, before she passed away ,my wife,kids, and some of my close friends have begged me over the years to not keep this tragic incident a secret any longer , so that I can alleviate some of this stress, direct embarrassment and continue to enjoy my pride and dignity , and to continue to project my positive image that I lived by from a child to the present. Let it be known what I just presented here is not even the beginning , it would take the next 10 years to be able to explain what all I suffered at the hands of The Texas Department Of Corrections , because I didn't allow them to break my spirit ,take away my dignity and pride ,or violate my civil rights, and my sister Evangelist Spencer, was behind me 150%.
To my sister , Evangelist Spencer an angel in heaven ,first of all I thank God for giving you the strength, wisdom ,knowledge, professionalism, and expertise and for taking such an unusual stand by stepping up to the plate similar to what our mother and father would have done if they were alive, without the assistance of our two older sisters Laura Lee Wilson and Beulah Mae Coutee', in which the facts clearly shows that they, our two sisters , did not have any love for either one of us , it was only about "utilitarian love ", which is to say they used the both us only for what we had to offer and nothing else, not true love at all, as saying let him die in prison , referring to me their baby brother , and let you fade away and deteriorate at the hands of the inexperienced and leaving absolutely no closure for me you baby brother and my family. (Further still), to my favorite sister Gen' I am still applauding you , to this day and forever for being such a courageous and brave hero, for standing up and challenging the "BIG GIANT " The Texas Department of Corrections prison officials in just about every way you could think of, none of your work was in vain . Remember, during my incarceration I was on a hunger strike for 41 days and 41 nights on one unit and 21 days and 21 nights on another unit due to the bad conditions and as a means of being subjected to modern slavery , as The Texas Department of Corrections was attempting to force me to work on their plantations. I was also subjected to solitary confinement 21 times (15 consecutive days each term ). From all of the brutal beatings and injuries I received ,I was hospitalized for 31 days on the unit and hospitalized several times at The John Sealy Hospital in Galveston ,Texas. I was subjected to maximum security for 4 years , as a first time offender (non violent prisoner),( housed with the hardened repeated offenders ) officials falsely claiming that I was reciting riots and that I was a threat to the general population, only because I was assisting other inmates with filing grievances I-127's and -128's and assisting them with personal and legal matters, which is appropriate The good news is some of the times that they turned you around, Sister Gen' .on occasions where you had driven over 200 miles alone, for special visits as a licensed Evangelist Missionary , you never gave up and always came back fighting , with a court order to see me , your brother. Brother. Floyd.
The letters, pictures, stories and cards, that are posted throughout this memorial, clearly shows my sister , Evangelist Geneva Mae Rogers- Spencer 's mission work was serious , dangerous,effective and widespread . In closing I certainly regret having to divulge my sister's privacy and special letters to me. I am equally certain that she is smiling down from heaven , that I as her baby brother, Bro.Floyd thought enough to submit this essential and vital information in her behalf. I certainly do regret having to expose some of my wife's and all of my privacy to the world about all of the unnecessary bad treatments and abuse, and other that I had to endure, just because of evildoers and hate. Anyway, I did all of this for you,sister Gen' , my wife , my parents and family.I promised you that I would, 34 years ago and 24 years to my family and I did keep my promise.Now that I have been able to come forward with this information, a huge burden has been lifted , I feel better already.You can rest assured sis', this tragedy that was purposely inflicted upon you by your favorite ( at one time ) family members, is still under investigation. "No rock shall be left unturned ...."
