Policewoman gets probation
for assault
A Cincinnati police officer was sentenced to four
years' probation Friday for assaulting her supervisor.
Deborah Gragston,
39, was convicted last month in Hamilton County Common Pleas Court. Prosecutors
say she was off-duty when a police officer stopped her in November for failing
to control her vehicle.
When she was taken to the North College Hill
police station, prosecutors say police there called Ms. Gragston's
supervisor.
After he arrived, she grabbed him, struck him in the neck, kicked him in the leg
and cursed him.
Judge David Davis sentenced her to four years' probation,
200 hours community service and a counseling program.
Yes, you read the story correctly.
L.G.'s mother reportedly attacked her supervisor, who was a Cincinnati Police
officer. She is bonkers!!!
This is just one of many things L.G.'s mother was charged with.
In 1998, she was charged with Domestic Violence after she beat up L.G.'s daddy!
(See what I mean about sometimes being able to find out about a person by
looking at his parents. In this case, L.G. is a disgruntled punk and so is his
daddy!!!) Mrs. Gragston has also been charged with Driving Under The Influence,
Obstructing Official Business, and Disorderly Conduct. Having been charged with
Domestic Violence, Assault, and Disorderly Conduct, it seems like L.G.'s mom is
a pretty violent person. I bet she kicked L.G.'s ass pretty good when he was
growing up. And I bet that's why he acts like a sissified bitch now.
Tracy Gragston, or L.G., was
interviewed by the Cincinnati Enquirer for a story published in 2006
titled "Not all put the blame on city" Here's the relevant portion of the story:
Tracy Gragston, a 25-year-old from
Pleasant Ridge, blames the government for the lack of opportunity for
minorities. Yet Gragston hasn't moved out yet.
"Politically, this city is
out of control," he said. "Our government has failed the citizens. They spend so
much time bickering, they forget the people who elected them."
This boy has a maniac for a
mother, a punk for a father, and he blames the government for all of his
problems and the problems of other Black people. What a confused little
wussie!
Since about 2001, L.G.'s parents have been trying to keep their
house from being taken through foreclosure. One thing that has allowed them to
stall so long is their filing bankruptcy in late 2004. (Don't forget, L.G.'s
best buddy, Smitherman, is, to hear the SMLPs tell
it, a rich financial planner.)
Why doesn't L.G. help his parents keep their home? Keep reading
and you'll understand two things. First, L.G. has problems of his own. Second,
L.G. has all of a sudden become an activist because he is looking to get paid
off the backs of Black people just like another of Smitherman's close friends --
longtime crook and economic-empowerment-for-me-empty-pockets-for-you-niggas
Jim Clingman. (Oh, I wish this could've waited until the jail
tax debate was over with, but, again, L.G. couldn't stop pushing for this fight
and now he has it.) [Update: L.G.'s parents lost
their house. It was foreclosed on. (See, Case No. A-0308159.) Nobody helped
L.G.'s parents -- not Sillyman, not Clingman, and not L.G. In fact, that damned
fool L.G. was wasting time pestering me when he could've been helping his
parents raise the money to save their home. Stupid motherfucker.]
L.G. is 27 28. Yes,
by the standards of many of you, my faithful readers, he is just a kid. I'm sure
you are thinking, "why don't you go easy on him." I have two answers.
First, I can remember being L.G.'s age and wanting to make a
difference. I was full of energy (I still am) and didn't have time to listen to
older guys who I thought should do more to address the issues I thought were
important. One time I came up with this idea to challenge Tyrone
Yates, Charlie Winburn, and Dwight
Tillery -- all of whom
were on City Council at the time -- by flooding Avondale, Bond Hill, Roselawn
and Evanston with bright pink flyers with their pictures and names on them. It
was a large WANTED poster and I wanted the people to find Yates, Winburn and
Tillery and give them some courage. I had help. We printed and hung up hundreds
of those posters. We stapled them to telephone polls, plastered them to building
walls, and handed them out to people who drove by or who were waiting on buses.
The point was to call Yates, Winburn, and Tillery a bunch of sissies and move
them to do more to stop the cops from killing Black people. Some people advised
me to either leave those guys alone or find a way to work with them. They said,
"you know they are going to hit back at you and when they do, it'll be hard." I
was full of piss and vinegar and wouldn't listen... A few days later I showed up
at Council (they knew I would be there because I worked a 3rd shift job and went
to every Council meeting) and they had literally thousands of copies of a police
report from a case that I had went to trial on and been found not guilty. (They
didn't have that sheet.) Then, when they spoke, they ripped me to shreds right
on the floor of Council and on CitiCable. I couldn't respond. That taught me a
lesson that, in hindsight, I probably needed. And it actually made me appreciate
all three men even more. In later years, every time I'd see Charlie Winburn (who
I fought with for years even after that) he'd say, "young man I just wanna thank
you guys for being so hard on me because Iron sharpens Iron and you've made me
tough. After ya'll get done with me, I know I can take on anybody and beat em."
So, my first reason for giving L.G. this whipping is to teach him a lesson for
his own good.
The second reason I'm spanking L.G. is this: I've paid my dues
and earned my respect. Hardly a day goes by that someone I've never met comes up
to me in a grocery story or on a sidewalk or in a park and offers thanks for
something I did for them or their family or the community. (This still happens nearly every day.) People
think that because you put on a suit and wear a tie and conduct yourself in a
respectful manner that you have lost your touch. They want to test you. Its like
being a heavyweigh
you are the best and they want to be the best. (And if they can step in the ring
and take your title, they deserve it.) What challengers forget sometimes though
is this -- the champ doesn't become the champ without kicking some ass. Champs
hit hard! (That's what I didn't take into consideration when I was going up
against Tillery, Yates, and Winburn. Right now, in this city, I've risen to the
level of a champ and I'll be damned if some punk-assed bitch like L.G. is going
to keep picking at me without getting his face smashed in. People would think I
wasn't fighting back because I don't have the stomach for fighting anymore. And
that could lead to other chumps thinking they can take a shot at me. No. If L.G.
doesn't have the good sense to voluntarily give me my respect, I'll just have to
kick his ass and knock him out.
Let me get back to the story. To connect the dots, you'll need
the following information.
L.G. has 3 younger sisters and brothers. One brother,
Terence Allen Gragston (sometimes
spelled Terrence Gragston), served in the U.S. Army.
[Update 5/11/09: Terence is still in the Army.] He and his
wife, Janee Marie Gragston, are fighting off a foreclosure of
their home. [They lost their home too. (See Case
No. A-0703791)]
L.G. married a girl named Porcha Renay McCoy
on May 15, 2006. Porcha Gragston works for the Hamilton County Department of
Jobs and Family Services. This is important and relevant because L.G.'s wife
uses her access to government records -- including those records filed with what
used to be called the Bureau of Unemployment Services -- to out people. In
violation of federal and state laws against invasion of privacy, L.G's wife
searches through the records of L.G.'s (and Smitherman's) enemies
and turns over anything she thinks is damaging to L.G. to use for political
purposes. (These records, or the information contained therein, is sometimes
then turned over to Smitherman who does the dirty work). (Don't be surprised if
a lot of personal stuff on L.G.'s and Smitherman's declared enemy Sam
Malone starts coming out.) L.G.'s wife is dumb to do this because
accessing someone's records can be traced. Where is the Hamilton County
Prosecutor, Joeseph T. Deters to step up, investigate, and
prosecute when we need him? Why is he allowing this to go on!? Again, her name
is Porcha Gragston. She might still use her maiden name, Porcha
McCoy.
I've been given possibly conflicting information on L.G.'s
employment. Some people say he is employed as an Intake Worker at the Hamilton
County Juvenile Court. (This might explain why Smitherman spent a few weeks
talking about Juvenile Court. He was getting fed information from L.G. and
putting it out.) Other people tell me that L.G.'s tax returns list his employer
as the Procter & Gamble company. (This would also make sense considering his
connection to the Cincinnati Youth Collaborative.) Maybe he works two jobs. Or
maybe he used to work for Juvenile Court and moved on. I really don't give a
fuck. But, if I deem it necessary, I'll pursue the issue and find out.
Otherwise, I'll continue living my life not worrying about this punk's source of
income. L.G. has his wife Porcha driving a little bity Plymouth Neon. L.G. works for Juvenile Court.
