How should I start this page. Should I paste images of my beautiful son? Tell you how wonderful he was in his youth? Should I recount the accomplishments, the strength and bravery that swelled my heart with pride. And then having done that and convinced you all of the depth and degree of my loss, his loss….the worlds loss; then bring out the collage of memories of my second beautiful son…how sweet and gentle…loving and intelligent. The apple of his mothers eye. Should I tell you of his childhood dreams of the man he hoped to be? No…I will not, for neither are more precious than your own child. So grievous and deep is my pain that I cannot dwell upon the past. That is not what this is about.

My sons dwell now in the world of the undead. Trapped and impoverished by the drug dealers who use them and exploited by a legal system that keeps them forever in a twilight existence of fines, court appearances, imprisonment, release on probation to a society that will not hire them for any but the lowest kind of employment that inevitably leads to not being able to pay rent, fines, and the drug dealer… so warrants are issued and they will flee, perhaps financing their flight with petty thefts or other means that merely add to the fines tacked on when they are picked up and then released again. There are more than a million young Americans held in thrall by the deplorable and corrupt justice system. But it is only a link in the chains that enslaves my children and perhaps the least to blame as it is blind to all but the balance of crime and punishment.

The weakest link in the chain that enslaves our children is the drug dealer. He is not blind. When he hands heroin to a child he knows what he is doing. He knows what will eventually happen to that person. And though he may destroy utterly a persons life, their hopes and dreams, their chances and their future….and though he condemns a child to a fate worse than death. None will call it murder. And he knows that too.

But that is changed today. It is changed because WE will call it murder. We will go to trials and give victim impact statements to judges and juries. We will confront the drug dealers on their street corners. We will speak at schools and churches and to anyone who will listen. The Drug Dealer Is A MURDERER! Let us shout it from the rooftops and write in in graffiti, put it on T-shirts and bumper stickers. And here at this site we will build an army of Fathers who will stand idly by no longer. Will you not join me? Help me break the chains so that hope…long a forgotten word…can be rekindled. Please become a charter member of Fathers Against Drug Dealers. Help me build this website and spread this movement. It’s time for the Fathers to unite and take a stand.

Rick@FathersAgainstDrugDealers.com (my email)

Please join me,
Rick Lockett

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