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It is obvious to me that a bunch of well intended white people put this program together. And of course missed the opportunity. I am one of ten kids my father raised all by himself because he promised to keep us together after my mother's mental health issues caused her to leave the family.

Quit beating this dead horse of struggling black men and search for programs that offer hope. And if there aren't any that is the problem.

I have been a prison reformer for many years after ten year of voluteering and I found the problem is not the young black men. The problem is white people in criminal justice work are repeat offenders of prejudice. And this mentality will never produce the program that will help young black men come up out of this revolving door of injustice.

I hope someone reads this to gain real true insight into how sexual abuse as a child from experience affects their life. if they can have a normal life.

I watched your program about the predator next door and this is the sad and most disturbing problem that the offenders who do not get convicted because the child never told anyone at that time and waited to late to report the incident, the offender was never convicted and therfore is left out there to prey on other innocent children. It is so unfair that because of no conviction due to circumstances, the victim does not even have the rights to tell everyone and warn them about this person or the victim could face harassement charges or be sued, when the victim is only trying to prevent this from happening to another child. There is really something wrong about this.

The one thing I have never understood is how when this has happened to you and how it has ruined your life, how this victim could do this to another child and prepetuate the same agony and pain on another innocent child that will stay with this child for the rest of his/her life. Please someone explain that too me!!!

This happened to me and all I ever wanted to do was to protect other children from going through the same thing as I have and the difference ,I can only think of is that when this Tom or Luke whichever compared this to the killing of a child and why when they get out of prison that they are not required to register. My response to that number one I guess is that the killing of a child first of all the person should not be allowed out of prison. He should spend his life in prison suffering hopefully as he has brand upon this poor child, mother and father.

A sexual predator I believe should never be let out of prison anyway and if they are then they should for one not be eligible for unemployment (ridiculous), they deserve no life as they have perpetuated no life for or hope for a normal life for their victim. When are people finally going to get it. When this crime is enflicted on a child, what this does to their life as they grow older and try to form normal relationships and attempt a productive life. The predator should not cry or complain because he cannot get a job or his life is ruined because of what he has done to the victims life. WHAT about the victims and there are many predators out there that no one knows about and have the right to know about to protect the children.

I really wish I could help some other child not have to go through what I have gone through and continue to go through.

If there is anything I can do to help anyone else, please let me know

Elizabeth

Dear MSNBC,

I would like to know when the longest night will air again I keep missing this unbelievable, and disturbing story.

I would like to know when this documentary will air again, I never knew anything about it until today. And I have been surfing the web to try to find out when or how to watch it and I keep coming back to your page which only shows the first 3 minutes of the documentary. Please tell me how I can watch this program.

LOCKED AND LOADED.......a disgraceful distortion......do you really need some Brit looking for faults in U.S. society to promote this inaccurate "documentary"? casual ownership of automatic weapons, incorrectly calling an apparent m-16 type rifle an ak-47 etc. etc. what happened to objectivity?

Dear MSNBC, my heart breaks because boys get raped too,

I applaud your coverage of this heinous act. There are no words that can express my saddness for this young woman and her lost life.

Please do not mistake my email for a negative commentary. I mean only to take the moment, here when you have so bravely exposed such cruelty, to offer that we males get raped and our lives are ruined as well.

I am a 59 year old man who suffered repeated rapes and beatings at the hands of my father from ages 6-13. He methodically trained me through vicious brutality how to be his sex slave and proceeded to share me with his friends. Worse, my mother was aware of it all, and has since confessed so.

It was the ruin of my life. I had a successful carreer in the entertainment industry, under my professional name Chuck Marks, (Disney, Sr. Financial Analyst for EPCOT, Commercials, Show openers, Radio Free Sydney NIKE.com for 2000 Olympics) just to let you know I'm not a nut. I was COO, CFO and Executive Producer for Spike Entertainment for the Olympics and have led other studios. But I never found freedom from my horrors. I have decided to come out to the world because none of the hell had to happen.

I recently finished a book, "Slave, Slave, Freedom," detailing my life from 6 to present and how, only after a complete collapse in 2004, did I begin my recovery. I was fortunate enough to have a brilliant therapyst and an equally brilliant procedure.

Below I have offered some of it to hopefully explain my life as I knew it. Thank you for the time.

DEDICATION


This manuscript is dedicated to my younger brother, “Bobby,” who gave me unconditional love and support, and, as a victim, died, too young, too sad, and too broken.

Your loving brother,
Moshe


ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My greatest appreciation to the following, who, without their collective support, confidence, and encouragement this effort would not have been possible.

My Grandparents who established, within my person, a core set of values, ensuring survival, during the most, dire of circumstances. In particular, Grandma, whose love, guidance and sense of humor, kept my light burning.

Nirah Johnson for her careful and gentle leadership through this arduous, painful journey.

Rabbi J. Rolando Matalon who embraced my despair with dignity and respect.

Rabbi Simkha Y. Weintraub for his unwavering support, who led me during the darkest hours of my life, helped me recapture my “Faith,” and who assured me that I had a purpose.

Jim Boese, my dearest friend, who has long championed my “efforts,” and never questioned “why” only “how” he could offer his hand.

Vickee Larson-Poole whose 40-year friendship, trust and dedication enabled her to attack this project with sensitivity and dignity.

Most of all to ha-Shem for life, gift of a brother, challenges, guides, and opportunities, I am humbled.


Introduction
This manuscript is the open book, detailed chronologically, of my story in hopes that it’s ugly reality has a positive impact on, “Child Abuse.” The process, by which I was able to disclose the many gory details and own my reality, I believe, is of infinite value. One overwhelming factor discovered during this exercise was the confirmation that these heinous acts were exacted upon me under the watchful eye of my, “Jewish Mother.” Ironically, my faith was, in many ways my, lifeline. However, in light of recent exposure disclosing, the fallacy in conventional belief that religious families and institutions are safety zones for children, I hold true the aforementioned fact warrants extra emphasis.

I am a survivor of sexual and physical abuse and essentially modern day slavery at the hands of my biological Father. Our brutal, incestuous relationship began when I was a child of six and ended at thirteen upon the heels of my parents divorce. I discovered solace in academic over-achievement, isolationism and self-hatred. The trauma and damage inflicted, within those horrific seven years, left me grasping for a lifeline while floundering aimlessly in search of direction. At thirteen and perceived by my Mother and step Father as, “damaged goods,” I was relegated to that “position of servitude.” As such, the majority of my teen years were filled with the duties of being nanny, housekeeper and driver. From that time, onward, I seamlessly embodied the lifeless soul of a slave, until at fifty, I broke free from my shackles and claimed my long sought freedom.

Throughout my life many foes have undertaken the destruction of my dreams, my faith and me, only to reap bitter disappointment, by a force more fervent than can be imagined. This marvelous power lifted me when I was drowning, carried me when I would falter and held me close when all hope seemed lost. Unfortunately the early assassination of my ego precluded any ability to recognize this saving grace, giving way to an existence of anguish, nightmares and haunting.

For thirty-five years I struggled under a shroud of confusion and shame, while becoming increasingly overwhelmed by “Demons” of past trauma, haunting my restless nights. We woke, lived, and retired as one. Each day as evening fell, they’d usher me into a new night of horror that would only subside, when exhaustion overpowered me. In my dreams they laughed and mocked my agony, their long curved claws taking random swipes shredding my flesh, in a gruesome bloody charade. The vivid imagery, allowed me to feel each hit often recoiling in pain and awakening in cold sweats.

Years became decades and I progressively lost the battle sensing defeat at my doorstep. In desperation I chose the only recourse I believed would bring relief. My options were few. To eliminate them I would have to kill them. To kill them I would have to kill myself, and so I tried, often, and failed.

There are two sides to every coin and I was no exception. My profession was my reprieve, I busied myself with work or any other distracting activity, and so it was for many years, by night I would lead an ongoing nightmare of fighting and hiding from my tortured persona and during the day carving my niche in the entertainment Industry. My career soared as I found unbridled success in each project I undertook. I returned to over achieving, finding it kept the demons at bay and me safe. By my forty-ninth birthday I was CFO, COO and Executive Producer of an international production studio. I had become a successful body-builder and recaptured my outdoorsman status as a ski instructor, a second trek to the Havasupi reservation in the Grand Canyon and climbing three peaks of the Sierras. On the many restless nights I rode my mountain bike, for miles along the pacific shoreline, until I’d tire. But demons don’t rest they just wait.

In late ’99 I had a heart attack and by 2000 I was, a shell of, my former self, so medically consumed that I required a driver and full time personal assistant. The studio bought out my contract and released me. Following months of recovery I eased back into consciousness and the waiting grip of those gruesome creatures. It was as if we had never parted, the chase was on again, as were the assaults. Hopeless I turned to self-medicating and ran to NYC praying that my “home” environment would be the antidote.

The situation turned from bad to worse. I agreed to partner with a studio, arrived September 8th 2001 and found myself in a professional quagmire. On 9/11, I joined the first responders for several days. In retrospect, while I felt an obligation to help and pride in doing so, I also found digging in the pit, finding body parts, a welcome diversion from the awful professional mess I had leapt into.
Distraction for me has always meant relief.

By Spring 2002, while shooting a film for the studio, my partner and her son “took the money and ran,” leaving me with 98k worth of bills and a destroyed compilation of files on my computer; I had been set up.

I tried desperately to book a job. I had been a successful producer and was confident I’d pull myself out of this quicksand. My first call was to a long time friend at HBO. He not only held senior positions on both “The Sopranos” and “Sex and the City,” but had recently landed “Rome” as well. Of course I asked him for help. Listen carefully and take heed; “if you ever find yourself in such a situation and trust your professional friends will rally around you in troves of support, get a grip on reality.” After exhausting my “personal,” list to no avail, I began an intense interview process. Nada. Not a commercial, show opener, nothing. I couldn’t even find an office clerks filing position. It was as though I was a “leper” and an “old one” at that.

My friend had to move to Rome for work and as he put it, “You need a job and I need a house sitter, someone to watch my cats and a personal-assistant. I’ll give you $60.00 a week if you want it.” It was true I was at the end of a short rope, but it was his evil arrogance, that made me want to “@!$%#” slap him. I camouflaged the stinging sadness from what felt like the final blow laying waste to my valiant efforts, decimating my dignity in the process and thrusting me into a downward freefall.
Now the demons were ecstatic compounding my physical horrors with their unremitting attacks. Within a blink I was back to square one, sensing the end was closing in on me. Beaten up but not beaten, kicking, breathing and from my lowest point, I scraped together every penny I had and developed a new business, hoping to keep my mind and body busy, thereby abating suffering. But alas, I had joined with another group of dogs, throwing caution to the wind, letting down my fragile defenses and pretending all I had to do was “stay engaged.”

Exhausted from incessant conflicts, I ignored obvious danger signs and in a flash my life was again consumed with professional disasters. I became ill and this time there was no escape or reprieve with nothing to abate the desolation. One day on 7th Avenue, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain and pressure, unable to shake my tormentors. I panicked and reeled as I surrendered to yet another all consuming ambush and staggered home to rest.
In my dream I was powerless as they escorted me to join in their demonic dance. They laughed and swirled me around in space, slowly torturing and violating me, as I pleaded for slumber. As this blitz of endless battering took its’ heavy toll, I found myself at the edge of a forest, exposed, vulnerable and disoriented. I pulled free of their crushing grip and slowly stumbled then fell into the deep grass. I lifted my head mustering the strength in a last attempt to flee, drug my weak and bloodied body to its’ feet, and with blurred vision, took my first step toward security. It was me and I was back. Moreover, I was determined to beat these demons at their own game with my instinct to survive becoming my mantra.
In the distance was a vision. Putting one foot in front of the other I trudged forward, exhausted and weary until I reached it, a glowing fortress. The keepers opened its’ gate, as I staggered inside. The caretakers of this enchanting bastion defied my pursuers but there were no takers. It was over and I was safe. I wept rivers of tears as I slept dreaming of angels ushering me through the truth into a healthy recovery.

When I awoke I was an old man with a heavy heart clothed in white linen. I was alone in a bed of comfort and security my head still reeling as I rested on the soft goose down pillows, but the pain was no more. The door to the room was ajar flooding the space with a serene light. I left to discover that it hadn’t been a dream, the angels were real, I was safe and given an opportunity to finish my life and answer G-d’s beckoning.

Life, as I know it now, often feels like an invigorating waterfall washing away my tears. Clean and fresh it’s now a constant, always there to rejuvenate and nourish me. Those times when it feels overwhelming and exasperating, I revel in my cherished liberty no longer a slave, flooding myself with hope, strength and most of all faith. It took half a century and I lost so much, but how can we assess the value of freedom?

Moshe Marks

the series sexual preditors on dateline , while interesting, is rather one sided...lets see chris hansen is imploring the accused perv. to " be honest"...well the decoy girl is not 13, and is very skilled at deception, claims to be a boy sometimes, and a virgin. in a public chat room trolling for excitement....and very knowledgeable in sexual areas beyond her age...the man...well the word ...stupid...comes to mind...cyberspace, while titulating...can be dangerous...NBS has been sucessfully sued for 100million dollars , by the sister of the texas prosicutor, who killed himself after a predatory ambush show...ask youself...is it a balanced view of sex on the internet?...while police in 3 states try to prosicute 14 year old girls for posting naked pictures of themselves on myspace, and facebook...and email pictures of themselves naked to class mates with cell phones...lets be honest....and ask why the average age for " loss of virginity" in girls ...goes down every year...your right there , in the chat rooms, lets see some " balanced " journalism and put some 13 14 15 year old " sluts" on the preditor show...oh...their isnt any?...think again...you know all the tricks...find some fat old 45 year old bald me , too weave a web of sexual deception and see if they can score....

I missed "My Mother's Garden". Will it air again, and when? Thank you.

Unfortunately, I missed "Dear Zachary." Can you tell me when you will re-air it? Thanks!

I was wondering when will the new lockup: michigan city air?

Hi Does msnbc have any plans to reair their special "Hooked: Tattoes Head to Toe" The documentary originally aired on Aug. 2008 and I really wanted to see it or get a copy of the full show. Can anyone help me with this??

The original airdate was 8/3/08. I'd love a copy of this documentary if possible.

I was wondering will your show or as your show lock up done a taping at the Turney Center Prison in Only, TN? If so when or has it aired?

I noticed Dear Zachary was scheduled for April 26 and even set my DVR to record it...however when I recommended a friend do the same we noticed it has been replaced by sex slaves. Is this correct and if so when can we expect to see Dear Zachary again? It was the most profound piece of filmmaking I have ever seen and I want all of my friends and family to see it. Thanks.

I find it hard to watch MSNBC programs since the published schedule is ignored. When I turned on MSNBC on Sunday at about 2:45 PM (15 minutes early) to watch Witch Hunt at 3PM, it was on early and about to end. Meet the Press was shown at the scheduled time for Witch Hunt.

It is hardly worth watching your channel, since your schedule is often wrong.

I find it hard to watch MSNBC programs since the published schedule is ignored. When I turned on MSNBC on Sunday at about 2:45 PM (15 minutes early) to watch Witch Hunt at 3PM, it was on early and about to end. Meet the Press was shown at the scheduled time for Witch Hunt.

It is hardly worth watching your channel, since your schedule is often wrong.

Dear Zachary was supposed to be on April 26 at 11pm, and it wasn't. Why not? And when will it air?

Why wasn't "Dear Zachary" aired as scheduled on April 26 at 11pm? when will it be aired next?

The documentary series "Future Earth: Journey to the End of the World" started last night on the MSNBC channel in our area. I found the first segment to be very interesting, and am looking forward to seeing the other three segments. But I cannot find out from anyone or any website when they will be airing. Does anyone that reads this discussion know when the next three segments will be on?

Will you be re-airing "Future Earth: Journey to the End of the World" that aired last Sunday April 26th again? I'd like to see it but missed it.

Have you ever thought of releasing Lockup on DVD? I had a family get-together a while ago and a Lockup marathon was on and everyone was glued to the television. It's a great program.

Today is 5/3/09. I just finished reading "Secrets in the Celler" by John Glatt and when I turned on MSNBC this afternoon at 2:55 Longest Night had just finished. I'm terribly disapointed that I missed it and thought I might ask if it is going to be re-aired anytime soon. I am very interested to see this documantery. Please let me know.

Thank you,

I was wondering when the Sex Slaves Documentary will air again?

Why is it impossible to find a credible programming lineup for the weekends?

I was just wondering about the videos of the documentaries online. Everytime I watch one, it will either skip the episodes I choose completely, or stop them halfway through. Is it just a bug in the system or am I missing something?

Please right me back on my home email thank you.