Justice For Marvin William Harris

05/15/2026

Great film about taking a stand against police corruption! The last debate in the film revolves around the detrimental consequences of not taking a stand against it, the importance of obeying the law, and the perils of taking the law into one's own hands. This scene takes place after one of the debaters witnesses the horrific lynching in Marshall, Texas, of a black man brutally murdered by a mob of white racist citizens and police officers. The man was set on fire while still alive, and the only apparent reason for this heinous act was the color of his skin.

Although Marvin was not black, his murderers are no different than those depicted in the film. In 1976 PPD murdered 17 year old Danny Lynn Stevens, whom they falsely arrested for stealing a car, then beat him, then imprisoned him in a straight jacket and then hung him by his neck. In 1995, Moises DeLaos, who was arrested by PPD for DWI, was also beaten breaking all the bones in his body and then also hung. Both beatings and hangings were in the same PPD padded cell.

The white racist demon possessed murderers in the film referred to all black males as "boy". The PPD murderers of Marvin called him "The Re**rd" and "Crazy Marvin". There is no way to know what evil names the PPD murderers called white Danny and Hispanic Moises but what can be presumed is how terrified they both must have been!

A professor at a historically Black college builds a student debate team that rises to challenge and defeat elite Ivy League rivals.

05/09/2026

CONFLICT INCREASES WITHIN THE GOVERNING BODY OF THE CITY OF PASADENA, TEXAS, A CITY WITH MUCH CRIME, CORRUPTION AND THE SHEDDING OF INNOCENT BLOOD ON ITS HANDS!

As long as the city and police department continue to fail to hold accountable city officials and police officers who commit crimes including the crime of murder, who honor those committing crimes by naming public buildings, parks and streets after them, who obstruct justice in order to avoid imprisonment, possible death penalty and consequent lawsuits against the city and police department by those against whom the crimes have been committed, there can be no peace or safety for anyone!

04/12/2026

DELETED PASADENA NEIGHBORHOOD NEWS CONVERSATION BETWEEN RETIRED PPD OFFICER GERRY MCFADDEN, HEAD INVESTIGATOR OF THE 1991 POLICE REPORT, AND JANET MARSTON HARRIS, SISTER OF POLICE ""WHISTLE BLOWER" MARVIN WILLAM HARRIS MURDERED BY PPD JULY 11, 1991

Missing is the "see more" of my last reply to Mr. McFadden in which I further address the 1991 false investigative report including the "rumor" that Officer Ginn begged for his life which Mr. McFadden quotes as a "fact" despite there is nothing in his investigation of the July 10, 1991 incident that supports that. I also further supply evidence to support our claim that Marvin shot Officer Ginn in "self-defense", which is also posted many times on this, Marvin's f/b page, but instead of replying to this last comment, Mr. McFadden deleted his original post.

As I stated to Mr. McFadden's daughter, Jennifer McFadden Thornton, in a reply to her post, my sister Jenniferlynn Martin and I would be very happy to meet with her father to hear his answers to the many questions still unanswered such as who ordered and paid for the ex*****on style murder of Marvin, who ordered and paid for the illicit reconstruction of Marvin's head to conceal PPD's crime of murdering him, who performed the reconstruction, who ordered and paid for the clean neat postmortem shot to Marvin's left eye to further attempt to convince us he had taken his own life with his M1 rifle which we never accepted, who were the PPD cops who took part in the additional gross defilement of Marvin's co**se by kicking and beating it, as evidenced by the image of several large bruises on his back and shoulders as he was bleeding out, which ones of the PPD cops then dragged him to the cabinet wall where he was propped up, his eyes forced closed and his body "dressed" for the taking of 1800's style "dead outlaw" trophy photos by shoving his jeans pant legs into his boots and by pinning a toy gold metal sheriff's badge onto his shirt, the image of which is also posted on this f/b page.

Those are just a few of the questions we have! Hopefully he will agree to meet with us, and also retired PPD Officer J.T. Brewton (Jamie) since he wrote the police report false account of Marvin's death and drew the false diagram of where Marvin's body was when he and PPD Officer Ronnie Johnston entered the Lina home after the PPD hired ex*****oner, a "moonlighting" member of HPD SWAT team put a bullet into the back of Marvin's head after he fell asleep on the dining room floor while waiting for the FBI whom he had called the day before to come rescue him, but not knowing that five Special Agents did come but abandoned him to be murdered by PPD.

As for the names of those 5 FBI agents, we have them all. That is because our father's friend Mayor John Ray Harrison secretly made several non-redacted copies of the 1991 police report three (3) years after PPD Chief Daigle refused our Open Records request for it, and gave a copy to us and one each to two other family friends, State Rep Robert Talton (also our attorney) and "Grove" rootbeer stand Delbert Cook (also prior employer of my sister and me), both of whom are former PPD Officers, and he gave a copy to Houston Chronicle reporter, S.K. Bardwell who wrote the July 31, 1994 cover story, "Police Didn't Tell All About Backyard Confrontation", in which she exposed the civil rights violation of Marvin by Officer Ginn and the numerous lies PPD told about the situation. That article is posted on this f/b page.

As for this article, there are only two discrepancies in it. Ms. Bardwell wrote there was smoke coming from Marvin's grill but the 1991 police report clearly states there wasn't any smoke as the sole peach tree debris it contained was not lit when Officer Ginn illegally and steathily entered Marvin's curtilage (backyard) with his illegally carried silver plated personal name engraved "Lone Ranger" style Smith & Wesson C**t .45 six- shooter revolver already drawn. And, as Ms. Bardwell was evidently not given the death scene images depicting the PPD ex*****on style murder of Marvin, she still reported his death as a su***de.

Unfortunately, Ms. Bardwell passed away several years ago as have many of those who could answer some of the questions mentioned above and who would maybe have additional information: PPD Chief Daigle who didn't deny the murder of Marvin but who quietly said to me on August 18, 2018, "I knew nothing about that." when I told him we now have the death scene images that he denied us access to in 1991; PPD Officer Ronnie Johnston who wrote the false narrative of the death scene of Marvin and who was, per the police report, the only PPD cop at the Houston city morgue when Marvin's left eye was shot out postmortem; PPD Officer Mike Gibson, the cop who falsely arrested Marvin in 1983, severely beating him, even kicking him in the head, and telling Marvin he was going to make Marvin's life "one of hell" after Marvin told his Gilley's employer Sherwood Cryer that he had seen Gibson robbing a drunk Gilley's customer in the parking lot; Coroner Jachimsyzk who falsified Marvin's autopsy and illicitly reconstructed his head; Mayor Harrison with whom we met with several time at his home and who gave us much info about Officer Ginn and the real reason why he illegally entered Marvin's backyard; Colonial Funeral Director Dennis Nipp who patched Marvin's empty left eye socket at no charge to us and told us Marvin's facial expression was not that of a man who had committed su***de, that he appeared to just be sleeping which we now know he was when the HPD SWAT officer shot him in the back of his head; Marvin's 7 year neighbors who tried to keep Marvin safe until the FBI came to take Marvin into custody as Marvin had called and requested; at least one of the FBI agents who responded to Marvin's call but abandoned him to be murdered by PPD; Houston Press reporter Steve Vickers who exposed coroners Jachimsyzk and Bellas for falsifying autopsies for PPD; and Pasadena CIty Councilman Ralph Riggs who came to my home in 1995 to warn my sister and me not to continue seeking justice for Marvin as he said: "There still exist those who would go to great lengths to make sure the truth never be made known." He further said to "let sleeping dogs lie". Well, the dogs have been awake now for 8 years, since the images surfaced of Marvin's ex*****on style murder by PPD, and they are still barking loud and clear!

04/12/2026

CONCERNING A HOME GUN SU***DE: "TO SIT IN A CHAIR OR NOT TO SIT IN A CHAIR"! THAT IS THE QUESTION!

The attached information confirms that home gun su***des are usually committed when sitting In a chair or on a bed. As right-handed Marvin William Harris was in a dining room with six (6) chairs when he died, he surely would have sat in one of them if he had taken his own life with his 36" long M1 rifle and he certainly would have put the barrel into his mouth or under his chin (both of which would have done extreme damage to his head), and not shot out his left eye which also would have done much damage to his head yet he showed up at Colonial Funeral Home with the only damage being a clean neat shot into his left eye which we now know was made postmortem.

When Marvin's neighbor, Mrs. Lina, went into the kitchen/dining area to see if Marvin was awake and wanted breakfast, he was still lying flat on his back on the dining room floor where he had fallen asleep while waiting for the FBI that he called the morning before to come rescue him after he shot in self-defense, a "rogue" police officer who, with his personal gun drawn, had illegally entered Marvin's curtilage where Marvin was unarmed and preparing his yet to be lit grill to cook his lunch, and began firing at Marvin, as evidenced by the police report which states the only bullets found in Marvin's backyard are from the offcer's illegally carried .45, (also known as a "hand cannon").

And as Marvin did not have access to his M1 since he had given it to Mr. Lina when Mr. Lina had taken Marvin inside his home to use his phone to call the FBI to come rescue him, this is further proof he didn't take his own life even though none is needed as the death scene images clearly depict that he was murdered ex*****on style by a SWAT bullet to the back of his head.

As to the cabinet wall, this is where PPD cops dragged him as he was bleeding out, for the taking of 1800's style "dead outlaw" trophy images. His eyes, which had flown open as the HPD SWAT assassin's bullet entered the back of his head, were forced closed and he was propped up against the cabinets, his jeans pant legs stuffed into his boots and a shiny gold metal toy sheriff's badge was pinned onto his shirt! That badge did not belong to Marvin, is not listed in his personal effects and it was not in the bag of his belongings picked up from the police station!

There are many questions still needing to be answered. Which PPD cop brought the badge, who pinned it onto his shirt, who took it off, where is it now and who did the illicit reconstruction of Marvin's head, who ordered Marvin's murder, who paid the HPD SWAT assassin, who ordered and paid for the illicit reconstruction of Marvin's head and who shot Marvin postmortem in his life eye in a further attempt to convince us Marvin had taken his own life which we never accepted, who ordered that Marvin's M1 be hidden in the PPD Property Room under "Owner Unknown" to keep it from being tested for "blowback" which has to present for a rendering of "su***de" and from being submitted to all the ballistic tests that are mandatory to render the finding that the M1 was used in a "homicide" and why PPD Det. Bangilon refuses to return my calls concerning the hiding amd unsubstantiated findings of the M1. Eric Sanchez has already helped us to find answers to several other questions. Hopefully he can find these answers too for "what is done in darkness" must come to the light!" AMEN!

03/28/2026

Posting again the images of the police ex*****on style murder of my brother.

Facebook has confirmed that these images do not violate its community standards but when clicking on the images to remove the graphic warning film, the images are still blurred. However, I will keep trying to keep that from happening by continuing to post the images.

03/24/2026

AN AMAZING STORY ABOUT AN AMAZING WOMAN WHO WAS ABLE TO GET JUSTICE! WISH I HAD KNOWN ABOUT HER IN 1991!

Although I used a typewriter when first writing short stories in 1964, then a screenplay in 1979 and then faith-based plays in 1988, I was very thankful for "Liquid Paper", which I often needed to erase the many "typos". However, until now, I had never heard the story of the
person who invented it nor did I ever wonder how it was invented, but what a blessing to read of it today!

Bette Nesmith Graham was truly a very strong woman, much stronger than me! She was able to overcome great obstacles involving numerous betrayals by those she trusted. Although I have never lost my faith and trust in my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I was judged and held responsible for a situation involving the police and my brother Marvin for which I had no control over.

In July 1991 when the situation occurred, I had been, since December 1985, the "Executive Director of the Crisis Pregnancy Center of SE Houston", an evangelical pro-life non-profit ministry, was a pro-life speaker giving my testimony of my three abortions before becoming a Christian, in schools, at public events and on TV and had my own pro-life radio program, "Lifetime", on KSBJ, a Houston Christian radio station, and I had founded a non-profit home for girls and women in a crisis pregnancy situation, which I named "Lifehouse" which is still in operation today.

However, due to the highly publicized situation, I was soon fired from CPCSE and my name removed from its history and that of the home. The supposedly Christian pro-life members of the board of both the center and the home "aborted" me, as if I never existed. They felt that having the sister of a "cop-killer" to continue being the director of the center and to be known as the founder of "Lifehouse" and to be the weekend "fill-in" housemother, when the hired house parents of the home wanted time off, would cause people to no longer donate money to either.

In reading Bette's story, I realized that I had done the same by getting on with my life which I did by adopting two special needs non-kin children and raising them by myself although age 44 when I got custody of my son and by being a member for 15 years of the Lakewood Church drama team, "The Lakewood Players" and being an Airbnb Superhost for 9 years and the first host in Pasadena, as well as holding down another full-time job as a customer service rep for a Houston builder for 13 years, then working for 6 years as a PISD substitute teachers aide and then homeschooling my adopted daughter for 6 more years graduating her during the plandemic with a 3.98 GPA. Today she is a licensed RBT therapist working with autistic children and my adopted son works in a home for troubled youth.

As for my radio program, thankfully KSBJ founder and President, Buddy Holiday, did not "abort" me also and instead wrote a wonderful "Letter of Recommendation" for me when I requested I be released from my program. It was a hard decision for me to make as it consisted of true stories I had written and narrated about clients of CPCSE Houston and the residents of "Lifehouse" who had chosen life for their unborn child instead of the horrific and painful death caused by abortion, but due to the delibitating grief of losing my brother and my parents, both WWII vets, who soon passed afterwards due to their grief from the loss of their youngest child and only son, I was unable to continue with the program.

This article about Bette Nesbith Graham doesn't mention if she was a Christian but to keep on going despite such great adversity would seem to indicate that she knew the Lord as it is only Him who has kept me safe despite all the "trials and tribulations" in this world, including healing me of colon cancer in 2022 and enabling me to victoriously raise my children on my own as a single older woman! I was age 59 almost 60 when I got custody of my daughter, not as old as Sarah in the Bible when she conceived Isaac, yet still a challenge! Hopefully I will get to meet Bette on the day that I enter Heaven. I just wish I had known about her sooner as knowing her story would surely have helped me better survive these past almost 44 years, but, as the saying goes, "better late than never"!

She accidentally signed a letter with the wrong company name. Her boss fired her on the spot.
That company, the one she'd named by accident, would be worth $47.5 million within twenty years.
Her name was Bette Nesmith Graham. Almost nobody learns it.
She was born Bette Clair McMurray on March 23, 1924, in Dallas, Texas. Her mother owned a knitting store and taught her to paint. Her father managed an auto-parts company. Bette was smart but restless. She dropped out of high school at 17. In 1942, she married Warren Nesmith, a soldier heading overseas.
While he fought in World War II, she gave birth to their son Michael and supported them both on a secretary's salary. She attended night classes to finish her GED.
Warren came home. The marriage ended in 1946. Bette was 22, alone with a toddler, and terrified of the bills.
She took every secretarial job she could find. She taught herself shorthand. She learned on the job. By 1951, her determination had earned her the highest position available to a woman at Texas Bank and Trust: executive secretary to the chairman of the board, W.W. Overton.
She earned $300 a month. Then IBM made her life harder.
The bank's new electric typewriters used carbon-film ribbons that typed faster but made errors permanent. Erasing left smudges or tore the paper. One typo meant retyping an entire page. For Bette, who freely admitted she was never a great typist, every keystroke carried risk.
Then she watched something that changed everything.
Artists were painting the bank's holiday window display. She had done this work herself for extra money. When the artists made mistakes, they didn't erase. They painted over the error and started fresh.
She went to the Dallas public library and looked up a recipe for tempera paint. She went home, mixed white paint in her kitchen blender, tinted it to match office stationery, and thinned it until it dried fast without cracking. She poured it into a small nail polish bottle, tucked a fine brush beside it, and brought both to work the next morning.
When she made a typo, she painted over it. Waited a few seconds. Typed the correction on top.
Her boss never noticed.
Other secretaries did.
They saw her documents come out flawless while theirs were streaked with erasure marks. They wanted whatever she had. In 1956, she started filling bottles in her garage and selling them for a few cents each. She called the product "Mistake Out." She and Michael's teenage friends worked nights, filling nail polish bottles by hand, labeling them one by one.
Sales reached about a hundred bottles a month.
She refined the formula with help from a local chemistry teacher. She pitched the product to IBM in 1957, sending two typed pages: one corrected with an eraser, one corrected with her fluid. She told them it could mean "a new era" in office work.
IBM said no.
She kept going. She renamed the company Liquid Paper, applied for patents and trademarks, and drove across Texas on weekends pitching to wholesalers. Most turned her down. Then an office trade magazine featured the product. Sales increased fivefold. General Electric placed a bulk order.
The company was growing. But Bette was still working full-time at the bank, running Liquid Paper every night: filling orders, answering letters, shipping samples, refining formulas. The exhaustion caught up with her.
One afternoon in 1958, signing a routine bank letter, she wrote "The Mistake Out Company" where "Texas Bank and Trust" should have been.
She was fired.
Losing her only steady income could have ended everything. Instead it freed her. She poured everything into the business. In 1962, she married Robert Graham, a salesman with business experience, and together they scaled operations. By 1964, the company was profitable. By 1967, it sold over a million bottles a year. In 1968, they broke ground on an automated manufacturing plant in Dallas.
By 1975, Liquid Paper was producing 25 million bottles a year and held 75 percent of the correction fluid market. The product was exported to 31 countries. Factories operated in Dallas, Toronto, and Brussels.
Bette built the company on values most businesses wouldn't adopt for decades. The headquarters included green space, a fish pond, an employee library, and on-site childcare. She offered retirement plans, continuing education, and profit-sharing. She wrote a corporate philosophy rooted in her faith that placed employee wellbeing above quarterly earnings.
Then the people closest to her tried to take it all away.
In 1975, her marriage to Robert Graham ended. Robert and other executives moved to lock her out of her own company. They barred her from the premises. They tried to change the Liquid Paper formula itself, which would have stripped her of royalty rights to the product she had invented in her kitchen.
A woman who had been told no by IBM, fired by her boss, and dismissed by every wholesaler in Texas was not going to be pushed out of her own company by her ex-husband.
She fought back. She regained control.
In 1979, despite declining health, she engineered the sale of Liquid Paper to Gillette for $47.5 million. About $173 million in today's money. The deal restored her royalties and secured her legacy.
She used her wealth to establish two foundations: the Gihon Foundation, supporting women in the arts, and the Bette Clair McMurray Foundation, supporting u***d mothers, battered women, women returning to education, and women in business.
Six months after the sale, on May 12, 1980, Bette Nesmith Graham died of stroke complications. She was 56.
Her estate exceeded $50 million. Half went to her son Michael, by then famous as the guitarist for The Monkees. Half went to her foundations.
In 2018, nearly forty years after her death, The New York Times finally published her obituary in its "Overlooked No More" series. A woman who built a $47.5 million company from a kitchen blender and a bottle of paint had been overlooked by the paper of record for almost four decades.
If you have ever watched someone else get credit for the kind of work that keeps everything running, or been told your idea wasn't serious enough to matter, her story was written for you.
Michael once told David Letterman that his mother "built it into a big multimillion-dollar international corporation and saved the lives of a lot of secretaries."
She started with a blender, a bottle of white paint, and a problem the world refused to solve.
She solved it herself. And when they tried to take it from her, she held on until it was hers to give away.

02/12/2026

"WHAT IS DONE IN DARKNESS MUST COME TO THE LIGHT!" Luke 8:17

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01/18/2026

"GOOD MORNING HOUSTON", JULY 19, 1991

Interview With The Parents and Sisters of Marvin William Harris! (See link below)

Oh, if Jennifer and I had only known then what we know now!!! That PPD Officer Jeffery Dean Ginn was not a "good Christian cop" who was just "doing his duty", that he was an illegally hired, ill-trained rogue cop who abandoned his morning assignment as funeral procession motor es**rt after telling other cops that he was going to go "mess with the re**rd", that there was no smoke as Marvin was not burning anything in his grill, that he hadn't even lit it, that there was no ma*****na in it or in Marvin's home or in Marvin's vehicles or in Marvin's bodily system, that there was just caffeine as documrhted in his autopsy, that Marvin shot Ginn in self-defense after Ginn entered Marvin's backyard illegally with his illegally carried personal gun, a fancy silver plated pearl enameled, personal name engraved Smith & Wesson "Lone Ranger" style C**t 45 six-shooter, that Ginn fired first at Marvin who had no way to defend himself as evidenced by the police report stating that the only bullets in the backyard were from Ginn's gun, that Marvin did not commit su***de, that a "moonlighting" HPD SWAT assassin was hired by PPD the violation of Marvin's civil rights by Giin from being exposed, that this man murdered Marvin ex*****on style by a bullet to the back of his head as he lay sleeping, that the reason PPD lied to us saying we couldn't view Marvin's body was because he had blown off his head with his M1 was not for pure meaness but to prevent us from seeing that PPD had ended his life and when we insisted on seeing him anyway as was our legal right that PPD paid a corrupt coroner to illicitly reconstruct Marvin's head to conceal the barely visible cross-shaped SWAT bullet entry wound in the back of his head and the full skin blown out exit wound in the middle of his forehead, that 28 hours later when he arrived at the funeral home with his head perfectly intact and with a neat clean bullet hole in his left eye that Marvin had been shot postmortem at the morgue, but what we did know during this interview is that the Linas were not hostages, that they had willingly taken Marvin into their home for him to use their phone to call the FBI to come rescue him, that we know this because Mr. Lina left the home that morning and came to the street corner island where he stood for hours with Jennifer and me with his arms around us and when TV Channel 26 reporter Susanne Showers saw this and asked us how this was possible, Mr. Lina told her that his wife was in no danger from Marvin, that she was not a hostage. Ms. Showers reply was, "Well, PPD has obviously been lying to us about the situation!" As for the corrupt coroner, he was exposed 4 years later, in 1996 in a Houston Press article by reporter Steve Vickers for the falsification of numerous autopsies, for "double dipping" by charging the state also for paid private autopsies and for the illegal harvesting and selling of cadaver organs and tissues which he surely did with Marvin's!

Oh yes, if we only knew then what we know now!!! But thank You Lord, we do know the truth now and we will continue to publically tell what really happened on July 10 and July 11, 1991! In, fact it is now in play form and soon to be published! It is called "It Is What It Is But Can Become What You Make It". Since Marvin is still being denied legal justice, he is getting "poetic justice" for surely "the pen is mightier than the sword"! Thank you Lord for giving me the gift of writing!

01/03/2026

This is our how our WWII Veteran parents, Bill and June Harris and my sister Jenniferlynn Martin and I, as Born Again Christians with a personal relationship with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, have lived our lives but especially since our police "Whistle Blower" brother, Justice For Marvin William Harris, was murdered ex*****on style by PPD with a bullet to the back of his head on July 11, 1991, as he lay sleeping, with their crime of murder covered up for 27 years and for the past seven and one-half (7 1/2) years since we discovered the truth and have proceeded to seek legal justice for him and continue to do so. To God be the Glory! Amen!

12/12/2025

"IT IS WHAT IT IS BUT CAN BE WHAT YOU MAKE IT"

A Three-Act Play by Janet Marston Harris

(Written and Copyrighted September 2023)

LOGLINE:

" A relevant thought provoking story based on a true event that reflects real life issues society faces today as it explores the dark underbelly of a small Southeast Texas industrial town, the intricate web of secrets and lies within its local law enforcement and the corruption and abuse of power by those in authority. As hidden truths unravel, light is shed on the great lengths that individuals, politicians and governmental agencies and agents will go to cover-up their crimes including murdering their own."

Per Bible scripture Luke 12: 2-3, "Nothing hidden will remain concealed and everything secret will be revealed for what is done in darkness must come to the light!"

Per a contest judge's review, "Janet Marston Harris has crafted a compelling narrative that deserves recognition for its story-telling and thematic depth. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring pursuit for truth and accountability. The excellent development of the diverse cast of characters and the use of humor between them keeps the play engaging and relatable to the audience and provides moments of relief and balance in the midst of such heavy subject matter. The play's smooth structure effectively builds tension and anticipation while maintaining a balanced sense of intrigue and mystery!"

And, per the great Hollywood writer, director and producer, Martin Scorsese, "The most personal is the most creative!"

And per the late Hollywood writer, director, producer Sydney Pollack to Ms. Harris via a 1980 personal letter, " I encourage you to keep writing and if I can be of any help to you in the future, please call me!"

Sadly, Mr. Pollack passed long before the writing of this play but Mr. Scorsese is still living and hopefully this play can soon be gotten to him!