Clayton Under Attack
Ó2001 By Alisa M. Ben
My brother is Jeffrey Lee Ben, the 8 pound baby born on August 23rd of 1982 that
I begged my parents for and prayed for every night before I went to bed.
My brother is the knobby-kneed five-year old that had the blue BMX bike that we
made up songs about. "Buckaroo-roo-roo always wrecks on his new-new
bike." For a kid this was a brilliant song, and for my brother it was
one that he always asked, "Sissy will you sing my song to me?"
My brother is the little boy that would tickle my back for 100 seconds, and let
me get away with only tickling his for 20 seconds because he did not know any
better. I made the rules and he obliged.
My little brother is the cute little kid I remember sleeping with until I was 13
years old. He was my shelter during tragic times and through life's
disappointments, and I was his "sissy."
My brother, Jeffrey, is the boy I remember always seeing in my father's green
iron-on "Monster Truck" shirt that would never let me wear it to bed.
My brother was the heavy sleeper that fell off our top bunk when we traded in
the queen-size bed for bunk beds. He never even missed a snore.
My brother is the kicker at night that would dig his long lethal feet into my
stomach and wake me up as I tried to catch my breath.
My little brother is the best friend I had for 19 years that I related to in
ways that no one else could ever compare.
My brother is the amazing person that gave me support when I needed it, and
helped me through life's bumps when I hit them and bottomed-out.
My brother is the lovable boy that flashed a smile your way and made your heart
skip a beat.
My brother Jeffrey Lee Ben is in my heart, my spirit my world for an eternity.
My little brother that I call bubba has been taken from my life and the life of
many others. My little brother that I have grown up with has been betrayed
by someone that he trusted. My little brother Jeffrey Lee Ben, is a victim
of a criminal act that this community is turning their head to. This very
community that lets a criminal walk the streets of Clayton, Oklahoma to harm and
maliciously kill all hope in a good community has betrayed my dear brother,
Jeffrey, and the innocence of our youth. My beautiful brother believed in
this community and in the honesty of this community.
I am pointing a finger at those of you that are keeping the truth from
prevailing, and I am saying "shame on you." I am saying
shame on the community for the rumors, the lies, the betrayal, letting this
blatant criminal act go without justice, for setting a criminal precedent and
the wrong- doing. I hope that every single one of you that has any
knowledge of what happened to my brother on January 29th, 2001 and have kept
quiet for so long experiences the devastation of what all of us that love
Jeffrey have had to endure. These criminals and accomplices of Clayton,
Oklahoma have betrayed our freedom, our youth, the community, humanity, and the
legal system. I hope you live a miserable life and wake up every morning
unsure whether you can continue another day.
All of you that keep quiet and all of you that know and keep us from Jeffrey are
terrorists of the drug community and you know who you are. You rape our
children and steal our families by introducing them to your commune of crime.
You terrorize our communities and you monopolize our fears, but you have
never stepped in this land mine. I know who you are, and I know what you
are capable of and I am not afraid. I am here to put your crime in your
face every day for you to snort it up.
I am here to tell you that you will see the end of your freedom eventually.
So enjoy the eight months of your laughing in our faces and walking the
streets as a citizen of this community because we will see justice and your
freedom like my brother's will be stripped and we will prosecute you for raping
the community.
This has gone far enough and you have been warned. We have pleaded. All
of you that had nothing to do with it but have withheld information are an
accomplice and will be put to justice as well. Do not think we do not know
who you are because every morning that the lord affords you a new day is every
morning that we are closer to finding you. Every morning that the lord
affords you freedom is every morning he shows us a new miracle. Every
morning that you think you have fooled the lord is one morning that will catch
up to you and you must come face to face with your sins. Make a difference
in your life and the life of others. Tell us what happened to Jeffrey Lee
Ben, the brother of this community.
Dear friends, family, and citizens of Clayton, Oklahoma do not allow the
wrongdoers to dictate this community. Make it your resolution to find the
brother of the community, Jeffrey. Make it your goal to bring these
terrorists to justice.
"America Under Attack" is what I see in National news and consider
this people exactly the same as those that killed thousands of people in New
York City. Terrorists are people that use the political use of terror and
intimidation. Allowing these criminals to walk the streets of Clayton,
Oklahoma is allowing them to set the precedent of crime and drug abuse as being
part of the functioning lifestyle of this community. It is allowing them
to insult our intelligence and rape our community as we stand by and let them
intimidate us and degrading our legal system. Clayton, Oklahoma you are
under attack by the terrorists of this community and it is up to you to respond.
They are laughing in the face of our "protect and serve" motto.
They are laughing in the face of our "Drug Free" campaigns.
They are laughing in the face of all of you that make up this community.
Most importantly, they are laughing in the face of God. I urge all
of you in the community to find my brother and show these criminals that we are
not a joke and justice will be served. Clayton, Oklahoma you have been
under attack and now it is time to respond.