God Uses Gangsters

By Faluch Bigsby

This is an autobiography of a man’s incredible journey finding God and his truth at the brink of death. Faluch Bigsby has lived an incredible fast paced life, bouncing around from place to place, experiencing situations that a vulnerable youth should never have to face. Everything unimaginable at his young age, witnessing drug deals to murder and more. Stability of a home was always a challenge and through his perseverance his path to God was anything but straight and easy. Fraught with challenges and danger Faluch’s journey is documented in this true account of one man’s struggle to survive and find God’s grace in the process.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Nov 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781489739346

Faluch Bigsby

This is the story of Faluch Bigsby's struggle to find GOD.The journey starts with a dysfunctional family, its breakup, and resulting struggle with a legal system that is stacked against the poor and full of corruption.Faluch is currently serving a twenty-one year sentence for a crime he didn't commit. This resulted from a trial during which he wasn't allowed an opportunity to defend himself (including no witnesses), violating his constitutional rights.

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ISBN: 978-1-4897-3936-0 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2021923493

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 08/15/2023

Dedicated to Marilyn [deceased mentor] who

believed in his innocen. Rest in peace, Marilyn

Foreword

It is an often repeated idea that the United States of America has the best and most reliable justice system in the world. It is so often repeated, that it is largely taken for granted, as the truth. A large proportion of our Constitution is dedicated to ensuring that our judiciary is fair, open and impartial; governed by the rule of law and designed to be a truth-finding and justice dispensing system.

The first Ten Amendments are known as the Bill of Rights and is also largely dedicated to protecting the citizenry from unfair governmental prosecution. Notably, while it was an afterthought in the initial drafting of the Constitution, it was nevertheless mandated by the Framers as a pre-requisite to the adoption thereof to underscore the necessity of such a fair and impartial judiciary. Unfortunately in practice, that is not always the case.

What follows is a story of one such failure of the American justice system, and the devastation it has brought in the life of one man who has been crying out for justice for over 15 years, as well as those of the lives who love him. It is a story of tragedy, loss and frustration with the often incomprehensible and convoluted rules of court that act as obstructions and barriers to seeking relief from the wrongful conviction of an innocent man, rather than ensuring that the truth is heard and justice is served. It is a story of the horrors of the experience of imprisonment magnified by the fact of innocence.

Faluch Bigsby is just one of up to 200,000 such innocent prisoners in the United States who are caught up in a system that is not fulfilling its designed purpose. Wronged and hung out to dry, by the very system that was purportedly designed to save them.

Actual Innocent Prisoners (AIP) was created to attempt to shine the light on some of these cases. AIP has fully screened and reviewed this case and are firmly convinced of Faluch’s innocence. Despite all of Faluch’s trials and tribulations he has persevered and remains a good, honest and strong man.

Carol Ann & Matt

Preface

Greetings world, this book is based on actual events. Yes it is a true story. We had to change real names, places, states and prisons for legal purposes and identity protection of people involved. The way this book was written is simple. The 2 ghost author’s received emails from someone in prison. Faluch Bigsby (pen name - not real name) sent the emails telling his story. The Ghost author made some identity changes for legal purposes. The actual events are true and the man Faluch Bigsby (pen name) is currently in prison trying to get home. Faluch Bigsby is considered the consultant for the story.

Faluch came in contact with Actual Innocent Prisoners, based in England. Its focus is to provide a voice for innocent prisoners in America using social media platforms and help advocate for them. God is truly always in control. When Faluch first got to prison, his cell-mate was Matt. Matt was the legal guy in jail. He is well educated beyond most attorneys. He is also an innocent prisoner. Matt helped do most of Faluch’s legal work. Then they separated them. Years later, Carol Ann (Co-Founder of AIP) was investigating another person’s case when she came across Faluch Bigsby’s case. She contacted Faluch, and he completed the application process. Matt is also a Co-Founder of AIP. Carol Ann sent Matt the legal documents for review, and Matt said, Hey I know him. Ten years ago he was my friend and cell-mate. The review process at AIP is long and extensive. God is always in control. Since Matt collected most of the original documents ten years ago he knew the authenticity of them which saved a lot of time and got AIP started right away on the next step. People don’t realize the feeling of loss for innocent prisoners. Once you’re locked inside prison it is like there is no hope. Carol Ann has dedicated her life to shining light in a dark place.

Faluch

Table of Contents

Chapter 1:     The Miracle

Chapter 2:     Little Monster

Chapter 3:     Huntsville

Chapter 4:     What Happened?

Chapter 5:     Cops

Chapter 6:     Big Faluch

Chapter 7:     The Trucker

Chapter 8:     Welcome Back Donnie

Chapter 9:     No Guns This Time

Chapter 10:   Indian Lake

Chapter 11:   Cara and the Kook Klan

Chapter 12:   Florida

Chapter 13:   Smokey and the Bandit

Chapter 14:   The Battles Family

Chapter 15:   Momma I’m Back

Chapter 16:   Welcome to the Ghetto

Chapter 17:   The Fight

Chapter 18:   Cancer

Chapter 19:   Mental Hospital

Chapter 20:   Go Rangers

Chapter 21:   Bellefontaine

Chapter 22:   Little Rock

Chapter 23:   Who Am I?

Chapter 24:   Why Me?

Chapter 25:   Belize

Chapter 26:   The Cartel

Chapter 27:   B1 and B2

Chapter 28:   This Is Not a Vacation

Chapter 29:   Mexico

Chapter 30:   The Bust

Chapter 31:   Rasta, Rasta

Chapter 32:   America, America

Chapter 33:   My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 34:   Defend the Widow

Chapter 35:   The Wrong Man

Chapter 36:   The Set Up

Chapter 37:   Nightmares

Chapter 38:   Bout it, Bout it

Chapter 39:   The Light

Chapter 40:   The F.B.I.

Chapter 41:   The Contract

Chapter 42:   Rats

Chapter 43:   Lucasville

Chapter 44:   The Resurrection

Chapter 45:   God’s Love

Chapter 46:   Prison stories

Chapter 47:   Mid-West & Dirty South

Chapter 48:   Set it Off

Chapter 49:   The Pagan Grounds

Chapter 50:   Still Not Ready

Chapter 51:   The Experience

Chapter 52:   Revenge

Chapter 53:   Chase the Rabbit

Chapter 54:   Revealed

Chapter 55:   Rion Prison

Chapter 56:   Dried Bones

Chapter 57:   Louis

Chapter 58:   Atonement

Chapter 59:   Fieldman

Chapter 60:   Paperwork

Chapter 61:   Pride

Chapter 62:   For my Mama

Chapter 63:   The Truth is Revealing

Chapter 64:   The End of the Matter

A Personal Message, to you, from the author

Sermon 1:   Loss

Sermon 2:   The Holy Grail

Sermon 3:   Forefathers

Sermon 4:   Options and Choices

Chapter 1

The Miracle

West Palm Beach, Florida 1979.

Dana lay in a hospital bed covered in sweat. The room was small and had the distinct smell of disinfectant and bleach. The nurses were moving fast, their faces reflecting worried looks as they quickly shifted the bed to get ready for the birth. Dana lay on the bed screaming into the hospital shirt she was wearing. She was a small lady but her stomach was so large that the shirt was not covering the bottom of her belly. The baby was squirming in Dana’s belly and the shape of feet and hands were stretching tight against her swollen stomach. Dana screamed again, loudly.

The nurses rushed around readying the bed and preparing Dana for the birth as her legs were placed into harnesses. Suddenly Dana’s stomach went still and the baby stopped moving.

On the doctor’s command, Dana pushed and pushed. As the baby’s head emerged it tore Dana and blood seeped out covering the entirety of the lower bed. The doctor pulled and out came a lifeless blue baby.

The baby was not breathing and the umbilical cord was wound tightly around its small neck. The nurse poured water over the baby and Dana looked at her dead new-born through a stream of tears.

The father Don was in shock. There he stood, an ex-Vietnam vet, with his green military jacket, black leather hat and round John Lennon glasses on. Fear racked his entire body and a yell escaped his lips, No…

The nurse with the blonde hair stepped in with a scalpel and cut the cord from around the baby’s neck. Dana’s blood dripped from the baby’s ears as the doctor moved in to start CPR.

Dana could see the baby was still blue and yelled, Faluch! God Damn it you’re not dead. If anyone will take you out of this world it will be me, the one who brought you in. And I’m still f… off about all the kicking and punching so you’re grounded. You can’t die if you’re grounded!

Breath: damn it. Dana sobbed.

Suddenly the baby gasped for air and their lay Little Faluch, born deaf and dead with the umbilical cord wrapped 7 times around his neck. Faluch was now alive.

Chapter 2

Little Monster

Midwest 1982.

Faluch has been deaf for 2 years and every doctor has said the same thing - no one can help him. Faluch was a little monster. He couldn’t sleep and was always trying to bang on stuff the same way he was beating on his mother’s stomach during birth. Bang, Bang.

Their Doctor Jam stood: a large man with curly black hair. He always smelled of Scotch and sweat. He owned a large car repair shop at Indian Lake Midwest. They called him Doctor Jam because he was a biker who could fix anything: bikes, cars, planes, and even tanks. He had a pilot’s license and could drive anything to. He knew people.

Dana stood there at his house with all three kids. Aaron was the oldest; he was the tall thin child who came from Dana’s first marriage. The only one the Battles Family approved of. Dana is a Battles’. They are a wealthy family from Logan County Midwest. Ten generations back of landowners and farmers: Old families, with old traditions.

Aaron’s father was Houser. He belonged to another old farm family. They married young and did not love each other. It was more of a tradition to combine families.

The middle child, Harley, was Hustle’s son: Dana’s second husband, Hustle, was a Biker. Dana and Hustle started the first Midwest Bike club. Hustle was the Vice president and Dana was the first old Lady in the Club. Dana was raised proper but always had a thing for the biker type.

Harley was tan with dark black curly hair. His nickname was Chipmunk. Because of the big cheeks he had. So Harley stood inside Doctor Jam’s house, next to his family.

Jam’s house was one level but big in space. It was in the middle of the country with no neighbours visible. He had a nice place with everything a house would have in the ‘80s. Bar stools next to the kitchen counter. Nice big wooden table and a deck right from the kitchen, with a grill.

The house was painted half white and half wood colour on the outside. A large garage stood about 200 feet from the house (not connected) with a Harley Davidson in the driveway.

So Dana stood there with all three kids, looking at doctor Jam. Jam says, Well Dana it’s good seeing you but I thought you was married to Don

Dana said, I left his ass in Florida. I’m here about my baby

Jam says, Yeah we all heard about the boy being the little monster. So he never sleeps?

Dana replies, It’s worse than that, I think I’m being punished for my sins

Jam smiled and said, Lady a screaming monster couldn’t help ya with that They both laughed.

B.C. Jam’s son walked into the room. He had the same chiselled jaw Jam had. In fact, he looked like Jam 30 years ago.

Jam looked at B.C. said, Get the kids squared away and show them to a room to rest.

Jam looked at Dana and said, Let’s get a BBQ together and talk shop.

Doctor Jam found a doctor willing to try something never done before.

The little monster was healed. He now had hearing in both ears and he got his new family nickname: Hoss or Hoss Cat. He got the name because he walked like Hoss from the show Bonanza.

Chapter 3

Huntsville

Dana now lived in Midwest, she had moved to Huntsville in Logan County. Faluch’s father Don was suffering from P.T.S.D. and Dana couldn’t raise three kids and have a crazy war Vet around which is why she left Florida.

The Battles family was a big deal in Logan County. Dana’s father Bob Battles had given her a large house with plenty of room. The house was very nice and had a pool table, a porch swing and a yard. Hulk, Dana’s sister, lived across the street. She owned a garden business and ran some form of dog training.

Babby was Hulk’s daughter. She was a small skinny cute girl who had to be the best at all that she did. Babby appeared to be nice and sweet but, she was a mean girl and had no real friends, she immersed herself in her activities and this kept her going. Her Mom, Hulk, didn’t hang up any photos of Babby and never displayed any sort of affection towards her.

Welcome to Huntsville.

Bikers

Now that Dana has a nice big house she has turned the basement into a gun range and keeps her gun licence up to date.

Many years ago, Dana was part of a biker’s club and she sold guns but then she moved to Florida and stopped. Dana’s club was designed to provide a home to good people who wanted to keep the druggies and sex offenders out. The club folded their colours over various wars against other biker clubs. Her club had targeted bad people who the police were unable to bust and considered it a public service but as clubs started changing the fighting started. The bikers in Dana’s club decided to forfeit their club colours and give up their patches but they still stayed in touch.

Since Dana had moved to Huntsville the old school bikers started coming around again, especially because Dana had a gun range. Dana started teaching her three boys how to shoot and ensured that they all started taking martial arts lessons.

Every now and then Dana would wake up her kids and tell them to pack a bag. She would take them to different camp-grounds where bikers lived. Even though Dana was not flagging her colours she still knew people who were loyal and had her back. Different biker groups like Hell’s Fire pledged to one day form another club with her.

Most people have no idea what really constitutes an old school biker. Most were law-abiding citizens, to a degree, as they took it upon themselves to pass out justice to the dark underbelly of society and would beat up or even kill a child molester [to make their bones]. However, the bikers would never hurt innocent citizens and never let gang’s sell drugs in their town. When people wonder why biker’s fight other bikers, it is usually because the other groups are coming in with drugs.

The old school respectable bikers were never involved with the bad stuff. The ones that smoked pot had a rule, no kids. The children were told to go outside and play while the adult’s smoked. Those days are gone now though and bikers are not the same, today most bikers use drugs.

Faluch became used to waking up and moving from party to party. Everyone saying, Hey cutie your Dana’s boy, right. So life went on for Faluch, bike show to bike show where Dana sold guns and sometimes pot. In the end, Dana would always take the kids and return to their nice big house in Huntsville. Dana trained her Pitbull’s to guard her children at all times after a previous incident where her son Harley was kidnapped by a local child molester. When Dana found out Harley had been taken she took her dogs and gun and tracked him down.

Let’s just say the police were never called and Harley was never hurt. Her house in Huntsville has seen a lot, Doctor Jam was shot in that house once. Dana and Jam were arguing about something, and then the deafening sound of a shot rings out before Jam accused Dana of shooting him. Dana just replied, I didn’t shoot you, it’s only a flesh wound, you’ll know when I shoot you. They all went to the hospital that night though and had to wait on Jam to get checked out.

Chapter 4

What Happened?

One day Dana packs everyone up and moves them into a trailer in Chippewa with a biker named Berry. Berry was a big man with long red hair and a beard to match. Berry’s trailer had no cable, no water, no heat and the air was dirty. Dana contacted the local water department and paid them to dig a well so that at least they can take a shower.

No one could understand why Dana packed her family up and moved into the one-bedroom trailer with Berry but her sons did not like it. It was so bad that her son Aaron ended up moving in with his father instead.

The Battles family was a wealthy family. Every month Dana and the boys went to Orchard Island to visit the entire family. There would be tables of food and great-great grandmas and grandpas, cousins and more family. This is a large wealthy family that goes back ten generation’s back of people who were always gathering and working together. These people used to work the farms and build houses together so everyone was very well off.

Faluch’s father’s family was also a rich wealthy family. They owned stores all over Midwest and had several old ties to original settlers, farmer’s and a big military family. Dana could have gone to anyone for money, so money was never an issue.

Faluch had been working for Bob Battles at the Way-Side Gardens store where he spent his time carrying around flower pots. He also worked with Big Faluch Bigsby at the Gift Bazar putting price tags on different items.

All of Faluch’s family were around and they visited a lot.

One night Faluch and Harley were in the backroom and the dogs were barking and making a racket. The trailer was so small that you couldn’t breathe without hearing it, so the dog’s barks were incredibly loud. Then the boys heard a loud gunshot, Harley and Faluch ran to the door, flung it open and saw blood on the wall. Berry was dead: shot in the head.

Chapter 5

Cops

Faluch sat in the police car, Harley was next to him, and they peered out the window as the police went about removing Berry’s body. Big Faluch Bigsby pulls up in his 1969 Lincoln town car, white with suicide doors. Faluch look’s at the kid’s in the police car and says, Who put my grandson’s in that damn police car!

He turns to the police and yells, Do you know who I am? and then, you know I don’t ask twice.

Big Faluch opens the door of the police car and ushers the boys out. The police interjected saying they wanted to talk to the boy’s in relation to the shooting but Big Faluch just turned around and said, Like hell you will.

The police called it a suicide and they never were able to talk to Harley and Faluch. Back then people just knew that when Big Faluch said that was that then that was it.

Between Bob and Big Faluch there were very few people in Logan County who had a bigger hat. Logan County had respect for these men and their families. That’s funny, respect.

Respect once meant a lot. Not so much now. People don’t care much about bloodlines or respect anymore. To many drugs and money are more important. We have fallen.

Harley ended up living with Hulk for a while and Faluch ended up with Big Faluch. The families slowly pushed Dana away because she had been acting like white trash. To the upper class, bikers were white trash.

The funny part about society’s judgement is that military men, biker’s and the men who protect the upper class from the darkness are never properly respected. So many people are happy to live free from harm but no one wants to respect the men who provide them with all those protections.

This isn’t a political book though, far from it. It’s about the journey: Faluch’s journey finding Christ.

Chapter 6

Big Faluch

Faluch was living in Cambridge Midwest. Big Faluch had bought a large clothing store there. That was Big Faluch’s bread and butter. Faluch was able to buy stores and bring them back to life.

Big Faluch had mafia ties so he bought cheap clothes and on-sold them for a better price than any other shop in town.

Faluch was raised in Missouri by the Morrow Family. That is his mom’s family. The Morrow’s were good people and they owned a lot. Faluch’s father was Herbert Hollis Bigsby and he belonged to Al Capone’s outfit. He came to Missouri to pick up and drive alcohol back to Chicago and that is where the Farmer’s daughter, Faluch’s mom, met him. Faluch didn’t spend a lot of time around Herbert and only saw him when he drove down for business. Faluch was now working as a farm boy and ended up joining the service with his brothers during WW2.

He was in the Navy and when he was stationed in Chicago, he met his first wife, Pat. Pat’s real name was Carmel. We never found out why she went by Pat instead.

Faluch went AWOL with Pat and got engaged leaving his duties to the navy behind. This eventually caught up with him and he was jailed for not returning on time. Pat went to Al Capone’s house and screamed outside, Please, Mr Capone, help me

Capone came out and said, Who are you and what you want

Herb’s son is in jail. We got engaged and he didn’t report back to duty on time

So Capone got Big Faluch out of jail and ended up attending their wedding. After the wedding, Faluch had to go back to the navy and fight in WW2.

When Faluch was finally released from the Navy he was offered a job in the Capone outfit but he turned it down as he didn’t want to be involved in the Mafia.

Big Faluch was a proud Freemason who wanted to carry on the ethics of the Morrow family who raised him.

Faluch moved to Midwest and started involving himself in small businesses. Although Faluch knew that working for the mafia meant a big pay cheque he was not interested, although he did believe in a capitalist country and free market. He said if the mafia can sell knock off goods for half the price that is the definition of what free-market means.

Faluch ended up having a lot of kids with Pat but the strain of his businesses kept him away from his