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Once again, the honorable Randy Stroud has been cited for “Driving without a license” . The citation happened back in July of 2014. I was parked “illegally” in front of a post office. The officer cited for me no drivers license upon discovering that I could not present one to him. A court date was set for two weeks later. However, I later learned that I would be going to court to fight a “Suspended License”. Apparently, the state has been arresting unlicensed travelers, and then signing them up for then, and then immediately suspended the license. It’s a clever tactic on their part….
In case you guys missed it, I went to court back in September for similar charges for no license and no tags. You can read about that story by clicking “here” .
If you are new to this website, then you probably do not know the significance of this article. I have been fighting the court system for my right to travel for over two years. I am a self-described “voluntaryist”. I believe that no good or service should be violently monopolized. Thus, this has resulted in me fighting the road pirates of America. (AKA- The traffic enforcers and the legal system.)
So back to the story……..
After being cited, I immediately began to prepare for battle………again. I did my usual routine of sending contract offers to the Governor of Tennessee and other officials that were going to be loosely connected to the jurisdiction of the case. I also filed in all of my motions, bill of particulars, affidavits, so forth….
So finally, the big day arrived. Court day. I went through the booking process, except for this time, something was very different. As I approached the booking office, I was told to have a seat. I was one of the first people to arrive, yet I was one of the last to leave. After sitting in the booking/printing office for three hours, I was finally told that I did not have to be photographed or printed, since I had already been processed in their system from older cases. This was an obvious tactic from them to slow me down and weaken my mental capacity.
You see, court isn’t just all about filing in motions or memorizing some legal terms, 80% of court is merely testing the patience of the district attorneys. It’s a psychological game. And a very stressful one at that. Since I was in booking for such an extended period, I had missed my time to see the intended judge for my case, so I had to be transferred to see the afternoon judge on a separate floor. To say the least, it would be atleast another two hours of me waiting to see a judge.
As I entered the court room, I noticed the same game being played as usual. The judge was late, and the DA was making plea deals with the defendants. I took a seat and patiently waited. The DA then shouted,
“Attention! If you are here for drivers license related criminal charges, please move to the right side of the court room”.
Of the 239 defendants on this docket, all but five or six people moved to the right side of the room. (The drivers license racket sure is pulling in alot of money!)
The DA then shouted, “Today, I am offering you all a plea deal. Plead guilty and I will remove your jail sentence and you will merely have to take a class or if you have a drivers license in your possession, please show that now and you will be free to go”.
A few showed their drivers licenses and were told to go home, while everyone else, including myself accepted the plea deal. You see, I had recently went through a divorce and I was in no mood to fight the courts, so I had decided to take their “deal”. However, after signing the paperwork, I was informed by the baliff that I would be escorted out of the court house after the judge shows up and processes my plea deal. The baliff then told all of us,
“If you came here in your own transportation, we will find out about it, and you will be arrested on the spot. We will follow you to the bus station, we will follow you wherever you go to make sure you didn’t come here on your own without a license.”
Since I am very well known at the court house, I felt like I had just fallen for a trap. After hearing this, I went to the DA and told her that I wanted to remove my plea deal. I had changed my mind. The other defendants were in shock. The DA then said with a harsh tone,
“Are you sure you want to possibly spend months in jail? OK then….here is your court date, and I hope you bring a lawyer.”
So the DA handed me my court date written on a small white piece of paper. I then sat down briefly to gather my thoughts. Then the defendants sitting around me said, “What are you going to do?” , “You are going to jail man..” I then said, “No, my rights have been violated, there is no victim here, and I will sue them for discrimination if I have to for violating racketeering laws.”
I then stood up and left the court building. I walked down the street and got into my car and went home. I never saw a judge that day. At this point I had two options. Fight the case, possibly lose and go to jail or bow down and get my license.
Like I said earlier, I am very well known at the Birch Building Court house here in Davidson county. They knew about my divorce, they knew about me being on the domestic terror watch list, they knew about my dwindling bank account, they knew about my job interviews that crashed and burned due to me being on the terror watch list………they knew my mental strength, and they knew it had been weakened. They knew this was a good time to strike a weakened man.
As I sat in my bedroom that night, I stay up meditating, thinking about whether I should continue this fight. After some time, I decided to continue filing more paperwork. Two weeks later, I returned to court for the second time. This was supposed to be the “trial”. However, it was set up just like the preliminary docket two weeks prior. The same DA was present. An attractive young woman, with milky white skin and a white pearl necklace. She eventually called my name and offered me the same plea deal. I refused and she got me another white piece of paper and said, “This will be your final trial date. Make sure you bring a lawyer with you.” So I once again left the court building. My court date was to be set on July 31st. I had little time to prepare.
What the hell was going on? I was growing impatient, and my personal life was not getting any more easier. Relationship problems, money problems, and other personal issues still mounted. I just wanted this court case to be out of my mind.
That night, I continued writing up more legal documents, and had them sent to the court house with a return signature request attached. I wasn’t about to give up just yet. Although I must admit, I was nervous. Driving with no license is simple to beat, (no contract, no problem), however they were accusing me of having a suspended license, which could result in some significant jail time.
The night before my court date, I had a dream. A dream that I was locked up in jail. My son was yelling for me, asking for his father. I woke up in a cold sweat. I did not want to go to jail. I hated that place. I used to spend alot of my youth there visiting relatives, and I spent a night in there myself during my late teens for a scuffle. However, spending a few days, weeks, or possible months in jail was out of the option.
I woke up that morning and decided that I was going to get a drivers license. However, I was not going to give my social security number to the DMV since it violated my religious beliefs. (Mark of the beast). Title 42 section 666 states that in order to buy , sell, or trade, or hold any license we must have the SSN. So, I went to the SSA office to get a religious waiver. After arguing with the supervisor for about an hour, he finally wrote me an affidavit explaining my situation, and told me to give it to the DMV. The letter stated that I was a member of a clergy and was asking for a religious exemption to withhold my SSN.
By this time it was 930AM. I didnt have to be at court until 1pm. I still had time. So I get to the DMV and wait in line for about two hours. I had my paper work ready for them and was prepared to do what I had to do to stay out of jail. However, once I got to the counter, I was informed that I must write my SSN on the application. I gave them my affidavit, however, they still refused. So I told the woman at the counter that I cannot violate my religion, and I would be suing the DMV. After many discussions with management, I noticed that time was running out. At this point it was 12:45. I got in my car and rushed to the court house.
Days prior to my court date, I filed in about 24-26 pages of documents, surely the courts had received them, maybe I still had a fighting chance.
As I approached the court house, I had copies of all of the papers I had sent in, I had my business suit on, and was prepared to face the music. I was sure that they had my number and jail time was inevitable.
My court room was designated to be on the fourth floor. However, as I entered the court building, all of the court monitors were empty, only showing blue screens. No one’s cases were showing. One of the security guards explained that the entire network suffered a glitch about an hour ago. Some people were even leaving the courts with a smile on their faces, I could overhear one lady saying, “They had to reschedule my court date because of the computers being down.” I was growing optimistic!
I took the elevator to the fourth floor….
As I walked out of the elevator, I saw hundreds of faces in the hallway. At this point, it was about 1:10pm. There was a baliff in the hallway giving directions. He said,
“Due to the network crashing, we will have Judge Einstein handling all cases with last names L-Z in courtroom 4B.”
I found this interesting, because my court notice said courtroom 4-1A. And my last name was “Stroud”
We were instructed to pile into the tiny court room. There were 326 of us on the docket. Many had to stand because there were not enough seats. We all sat patiently for about an hour. As I looked around, most had pink or yellow pieces of paper in their hands from the DMV. Most of them here were probably here for traffic related incidents. No one there were violent criminals most likely. It was a money pit to collect court costs on poor people who couldnt pay traffic tickets….
I began talking to the other defendants sitting next to me about the “Right to Travel” and the “Title 42 section 666″ law. One lady thought I was nuts, while another man sitting next to me was very interested. Suddenly, the talking was interrupted. A baliff yelled out, “Are you fucking serious! Are you punking me?”
We all looked over and saw the baliff arguing with a long haired, blonde hippy looking surfer guy in his 20′s. He was refusing to tuck his shirt in. The baliff then said, “I love to fuck people up. I love to get physical. These people just dont know!’ The other defendants began to laugh. Except for me, I didnt find it funny that a human being was threatening physical violence just because another human wouldnt tuck his shirt in. The young man then responded, “Shit happens officer. Im not hurting anyone bro.” The baliff then asked him again to tuck in his shirt or else be held for contempt. He eventually complied.
After some time, a young attractive DA walked into the court room. She was of African decent, and had a short stylish haircut. She then stated,
” Judge Einstein has gone home for the day, we will have another judge take his place. Before she gets here, I will offer plea deals to give you guys another chance to settle.”
She then began to call out names in ABC order. As each name got closer and close to the “S” family names, I got more and more nervous from the anticipation. A million thoughts were running through my mind. I just clutched my folder full of documents and carefully listened for my name.
Just as she began to read “S” names, the judge walked in, and the baliff said “All Rise”. I remained seated. The judge then said, “Since so many of you are on this docket, we will do a mass hearing. Everyone raise your right hand and I will read your rights.”
It was very ritualistic….
After her speech, names began to be called to stand before the judge.
The first guy had previously took a plea deal for driving on a suspending license. He was supposed to attend a traffic class but forgot to and the judge told him,
“I am sentencing you to 10 days plus court cost. If you do not pay court costs within one year you will lose all licenses. Hunting, business,fishing, gun, drivers, and even your marriage license.”
Marriage license!!? Are you kidding me?
All I could think to myself was , “The land of the free sure does have a lot of required permission slips huh? ” It’s then that I realized just how brave I was. Because I did not have any of those licenses yet I still engaged in all of those activities. I truly was a rebel.
After a few court cases were adjourned. The judge exited the court for a short recess.
During this time, the DA returned to the court gate, and stated,
” The judge will be on a short recess, I will continue to offer more plea deals.”
Eventually my name was called. All eyes were on me. The other defendants had heard me preaching earlier about the right to travel, and I had told them all that I had no license to show.
I approached the DA and she asked if I was MR.STROUD,
I responded and said, ” I am the owner of that name, yes….”
She then asked. “Did you bring a lawyer?” I said, “No”. She then said, “How are you going to plead today? ” , I said, “I cannot plead until I understand the nature and cause of this crime, and I have some documents that I would like to discuss with the prosecution.”
The DA then said, “That will not be necessary because I am dismissing your case. You are free to go.”
Without protest, I left.
However, as I was walking down the hallway, I got curious, I wanted to know “why”.
So I turned around and made my way back to the court room. I approached the DA and she said, “Did you lose something?” I then said, “Why was my case dismissed?” , she then said, “I didn’t agree with the officer”. I then said, “What did you not agree with?” , she then said, “YOU ARE FREE TO GO!” In a loud tone. The baliff, with his arms crossed slowly walked behind me in a menacing manner, and I nodded to the DA with a smirk on my face, turned around and slowly walked out of the court room.
The other defendants had their eyes glued to me. As I reached the door to leave, I could hear the DA calling out another “victim’s” name. Another person to be extorted, robbed, and jailed. As for me, today was my lucky day. I had once again dodged the jaws of the legal system. But for how long? And what future battles await me?
The broken computers, the DA dropping the case due to her not agreeing with the officer? (vague). Was it all a conspiracy? Was it dropped on a technicality? What had happened? I don’t know, but the knots in my stomach slowly unhinged and I took a sigh of relief.
I was a free man once again. I eventually reached my car, and began to travel home. As I began passing the green lights and stop signs on the road, I realized at that moment that I was literally navigating a mine-field. Just one wrong move, and there could be blue lights in my rear-view mirror. Just one wrong move and I could be threatened with extortion, kidnapping, or possibly be killed for not wearing my seat belt. It was a bid for power.
However, it is my hope that through logic, philosophy, and technology that monopolized government services can be one day rendered obsolete.