We must adjust to changing times and still hold to unchanging principles.
-Jimmy Carter

All right, I was born in Little Rock, actually. Not that far away, just a state and a half. My parents were all right in the beginning. We got along fine for the first few years when I was with them. Then my mom got pregnant again and though she was happy about it, father was rather nervous about the whole thing since we weren’t the richest people in the world and another kid could be a problem. I guess karma just hit or something. I don’t know…but when my sister came, she lived and my mom ended up dying. My father ended up more or less a wreck from this and turned to drinking. I took care of my sister for the most part because of that.

Drinking can do a lot of bad shit to a person. The lack of stability in my father just continued to get worse and worse. Months turned into years and I went through school. It was when I was 17 and my sister 14 that something I wouldn’t have even imagined in my worst nightmares happened. I was supposed to be gone for the entire night one night and I figured my sister could get by as long as I set everything out for her. However when I got to my friend’s house, I found out I couldn’t spend the night because they had to leave at 5 in the morning to go on a sudden trip. Well if everything happens for a reason, that trip sure had good timing. I stayed for a while and then went home. The whole house was dark and it was way too early for that since my sister tends to stay up late on weekends. I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t until I was into the house that I heard the struggling upstairs. I tell ya, entering a dark house with nothing but the sound of struggling and muffled screams is scary. Especially when you know the screams are those of your sister.

I tore through that house like lightning. I’ve never moved so fast and yet it seemed like I was moving so slow at the same time. The first thing I did was stop into the first room I came across which happened to be my father’s where I pulled out the gun that they kept there. I then moved on to my sister’s room. It was pitch black in there since the moon has yet to rise and it was a dark part of town. However my eyes adjusted quickly to it and I saw the looming form over my sister’s. That form got six bullets in the back. No one messes with my sister. No one. Not even my father. Yes, I turned on the light to find out that it was him. He was rather dead at that time, and I could then smell the alcohol in the air. My sister was crying, her screams having been muffled with a blanket over the mouth. I quickly went to help her though when I touched her she started to scream again. It took a while, but she finally calmed down to the point where she realized it was over and that I was the one there with her now.

I ended up quickly packing up her stuff since I did not want her going through the torment of having to face judge and jury with me over the death of our father. We both left that night after she took a long bath. I took my dad’s car and we just took to the highway. We ended up all the way in New Orleans where I sold the valuables from the house that I had taken for money that we could use to survive. I ended up getting a job there so I could take care of my sister and give her shelter and such.

It wasn’t too long into this that I happened to run into Coy. That was my first contact with a Pantera. We got along pretty well and ended up having a good long talk in which she ended up finding out about the situation that I was in. She ended up taking me to see Miguel and it was then that I joined up with Las Panteras. It made it a lot easier to take care of my sister. She stays around with me for the most part. She’s not an official Pantera yet, but she’ll probably end up being one. She usually stays in the hideouts though sometime she comes out with us when we go somewhere. She’s doing a lot better now, which I’m really happy for. She didn’t deserve what happened to her that night, but then no woman does. I’m just glad she’s made it through like she has. She’s a tough woman.

The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.
-Ralph W. Sockman

A sister is a gift from God, sent from above to make life worthwhile here below.
-Anonymous