One Attempt of Many to Cause Duress and Intimidate Me.

Those present: Kavin Rawlinson, Micheal May, Marisa Gomez, and other passing witnesses.

At the stairs to the trash sponson I mentioned the events of the war crimes to Micheal May as I passed him. Micheal May then said in a condensing way, “You still on about that.” I had reached the limit of my patience at this point. I smiled and then put my hand in my pocked and retrieved a knife from my pocket that I kept for protection after so many were revealed to know and not care about the brutal attempt on my life. I then grappled with him while I held the knife to his face. I forced him to the ground on his knees with the knife to the back of his head at the base of his spine. I then began to yell at him and answer his question. This was in the open in the area near the bomb loading bay where regular walking traffic happens on the ship. I yelled how what I was doing was only a taste of what was done to me because I controlled the knife and had no intention of truly hurting him. Nothing close to what those gang rape niggers did to her I told him. I kept the knife to the back of his head and screamed in his left ear as I forced him to the floor in a position like the child pose in yoga. I told him to beg for his life like I did. He cried and begged. I stabbed the knife next to his head several times and let it hit the fool next to him. I tried to convey to him with my actions what it was like for me on some small level to go threw what I had only to have him normalize and even openly mock a victim of torture inside a forced prostitution multiple gang rape pit. I then told him to get up and run. He did. This was witnessed by a passing black sailor in coveralls who I did not know. He stood in surprise of what I was doing. After May ran I talked to him briefly.

(More later)