by June Griffin

To Whom It May Concern:

Since some of you may have read in the newspapers that I had to hitchhike to get to Chattanooga last Thursday, I want to set the record straight of why this came about.

In 1991, I sealed a statement and promise I made to the Lord at the Rhea County Court House Records Division that I would never use my social security number again because I wanted the Lord to take care of me in my old age and that I considered this system a scam. Since then I have worked diligently to address such prestigious organizations as the PEW Foundation in two separate hearings to make social security voluntary and pay every person who applies to receive a full refund of all that has been extorted from them, with huge interest.

This has been virtually ignored.

In 1996 Title 42 USC 666 went into place, by Health and Human Services, which left me with no driver's license, since this Statute forced the Dept. of Safety to comply to refuse license to drive, hunt, fish or work without giving The Number under jeopardy of losing their grant money, in Tennessee, the amount of what I call a Bribe was around $260 million. This threat went to all Depts. of Safety. I, therefore, after confronting every Court available and even appearing before the Tenn. Senate Subcommittee, find that there is NO PERSON WHO CAN OR WILL GIVE ME RELIEF, thus I am forbidden to drive my car.

I am not alone in this predicament, though I am the most vocal. Culture War Veterans don't sometimes like publicity but God sees them and He is a Faithful Witness.

I have continued to involve myself in every patriotic duty under great duress.

Recently, Hamilton County, Tennessee (where I own a piece of property) came under fire by no-goods who sued the Commission to halt praying in the Name of Jesus'. I filed an Intervenor brief in the Federal Court last Wednesday, after making several appearances to the Commission with open testimony against The No-Goods and have been featured (for scoffing or approval) on TV and in the newspaper.

Last  Thursday, I was to serve the Commission with a copy of this Intervention brief. During all these years since I quit driving, after having driven sans license from 1996 to 2004, including crisscrossing the State for the Ten Commandments Resolution across the State of Tennessee, Ruth Ann Wilson, a Patriot which some of you will know, has been more than willing to take me wherever I needed to go. This has been an invaluable aid and I can never repay her.  While it has been a distress to my soul and hugely humbling, much to the delight of my enemies. Begging is not in the vernacular of Americans, but I have been so reduced by the Dept. of Safety and the Dept. of Health and Human Services. NO ONE CAN OR WILL HELP ME TO RELIEVE THIS POLITICAL SITUATION.

Ruth picked me up on Thursday. It was raining. We got to Soddy Daisy and she said she couldn't see to drive because of the hard rain and was taking me home. At that point, I knew I had to go on to the Court House and got out of the car and began to walk down Highway 153. I must have been a comical sight in my plaid skirt, carrying my folder, my purse and covered by a Chattanooga  Times umbrella. I don't know how long I walked, not half a mile, I suppose, praying for help all the time.

Then a nice  young man in a very nice car stopped and asked me if he could help. I told him I had to get pronto to the Hamilton County Courthouse and related my mission. He was happy to comply and said he was grateful that I trusted him. I learned that he was a plant manager of a large company in Alabama and his daughters had recently been baptized at a prominent Baptist church in  Chattanooga. I gave him a copy of my brief and we spoke of all the awful things that have happened since prayer and Bible reading has been stolen from the schools by No-Goods. I will not reveal his name at present, not having his permission to do so, but he was kind beyond description and said he considered it an honor to do this service to the Lord. He will be rewarded.

He dropped me off at the door of the Court House and I made the meeting just within five minutes of public comments. After a firestorm of controversy, as the liberals like to call it, where I was mistreated by the No-Goods and TV cameras covered my opposition to their brutish behaviour, a well-known gentleman, hearing my plight, offered to drive me to Rhea County, and we picked up his daughter to accompany us for the sake of public testimony.

This incident was unspeakably valuable to me. It proved once more that we may trust with a "Firm Reliance on Divine Providence." There is a beautiful gospel song called "The King and the Beggar." And truly I may say with our forefathers, WE HAVE NO KING BUT JESUS.

As for prayer in Jesus' Name, we will continue in spite of the No-Goods.

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