Exclusive Interview that Will Anger You to the Core! Man Gets Burned by the Global Elite and You Will Be Enthralled at How! Must Watch Video!

If you have never had a run-in with the system you’re one of the lucky ones. Unfortunately the stories of corruption, mistreatment, discrimination, and greed seem to outnumber the stories of success. America is a country full of corruption starting with our local PD and ending all the way in the white house. Far too many people have been screwed by the power-hungry elite including Glenn Atkinson, of whom we have an exclusive interview!

Glenn is a legal immigrant who migrated here from Canada. He followed all the rules, paid all the required money, and even contributed to our economy. Yet he woke up one day to find 10-15 swat team agents surrounding his bed side ready to drag him off to jail. His story will alter your perception and expose the truth of what our government really does behind closed doors…..

To help Glenn please share his story with everyone you know! The more media attention he gains the more likely he is to get the help he needs.

Here is Glenn Atkinson’s official story….

Story below written by Marcia Katie Stowe Baker, friend of Glenn Atkinson

Welcome to America: Land of the Free, Home of the Brave….Or So They Say...

I am originally from Kirkfield, Ontario, Canada. I came to the United States for a job interview on a B1 Visa. Upon arrival I was informed by my lawyer that if I was hired then on or before the Visa expired I would need to file an Extension/ Change of Status I539 form on or before the expiration of my VISA. He said that would keep me legal. The cost was $300 and it could be processed on the internet. I followed his instructions and completed my online paperwork on the day that my Visa was to expire. Once the paperwork was completed I printed out the paper copies to be sent by mail for proof of filing.

On the morning of March 10, 2010, I was asleep at my friend Jesse’s house in Corpus Christi, Texas. I awoke suddenly to a loud pounding on the front door. Jesse went to the door and asked, “who is it?” 

“U.S. Marshalls. Open up now!”

I’m putting my pants on when Jessie opened the door they presented a warrant and picture for someone who didn’t live in the home, but apparently had lived there before. Both Jesse and his wife are native born Hispanics, as was the guy on the arrest warrant. Jesse looked at the document and picture on the warrant and he once again verified that person did not reside in his residence. The Marshall then stated he wanted to go inside his home and look around and Jessie gave him permission to do so. By this time, Jesse stated, the entire house was surrounded by at least 10 to 15 officers with weapons drawn. Of course the person they were looking for was not in the home.

I was still in bed, but not sleeping, at the time the Marshalls came through the door to the bedroom. He demanded, “who are you? Do you have ID?”

“Let me see.” I told him I had to get the ID out of the zip lock bag in my pocket. The Marshall stated he needed to see all the paperwork and I showed him everything. As previously stated, I filed an I539 Extension/Change of Status before the expiration of my B1 Visa, and I had all supporting documents inside my Canadian Passport. Just 12 days prior, I had went to The Department of Public Safety to get my State ID. I had been given a printed copy of my State ID from them to use until such time as my permanent card arrived in the mail a few weeks later. I gave this paperwork to the Marshall who then went through the paperwork and meanwhile, all of the other Marshalls were basically surrounding me. Before he even finished looking at all the documents stated, “Oh you’re an illegal alien.”

I never expected to hear him say that because I wasn’t illegal. He said that my passport was stamped a certain date and the date had expired. I explained that is why all of the other paperwork was there until the permanent change status came through. The paper work and my I-94, which showed that I came across legally, were also stamped the same way inside my passport. I was required to send this back with my application for extending my stay and for changing my status. Fortunately, they had told me to photo copy all of the paperwork and to keep it with me. I did not try to argue with them, because I have quite an extensive background in psychology and I know not to feed anger. That is not going to get anyone anywhere, therefore, I was trying to reason with them and to get them to re-examine the paperwork and basically educate them in a calm manner. I asked him, “how can you determine that I’m an illegal when you have all of the paperwork in front of you and you haven’t finished reviewing the documents?”

They kept arguing and firing questions at me. By this time a few of the other Marshalls had joined in the discussions and were making fun of me calling me names. They were all asking me questions all at the same time and I heard their questions and was trying to answer them they would respond, “see he is illegal.” And I would say, “Yes” or “No” trying to respond to the last question I had heard and meanwhile they were getting confused to my answers to the questions. They kept calling me a liar.

Please keep in mind that I had just woken up and this was like a nightmare. I could not believe this was actually going on for real. I kept trying to be nice and I didn’t want to look like I had done something wrong or give them any excuse to cause me harm. I had heard horror stories of these types of things happening in the past. The Marshal refused to look at all of the documents and kept firing questions trying to intimidate me in a hostile manner and trying to provoke me into something more. While this interrogation process was going on my friends were told to go and stay outside of their home, therefore they were not inside the house when the Marshall started questioning me further. These were not ICE agents. They did not give me any information as to their names, ID, etc. I was trying to be cooperative, not wanting to give them any excuses to cause me harm, but they were still being aggressive and continuing to call me names and laughing at me. My computer was on a table in the bedroom and the Marshall stated he wanted to go on my computer and “check out things” and demanded to know my password tohave access to the computer and so I gave it to him. He was on my computer for a minute or two and didn’t see anything. My screensaver stated: “I Love Jesus”, so he knew I was a Christian. He stated “I Love Jesus, hum” with a sarcastic tone. Another Marshal stated that he was calling the Custom Border patrol, which arrived within a half hour, or so it seemed. 

The supervisory border patrol agent, Greg Franki, (I think that’s his name, because later this name was on the paperwork) reviewed my documents and told the Marshalls he would handle it from then on. He did not, at the time he arrived or at any time while at the house, present any form of identification. After looking at my papers Franki said they were taking me into the office to have this all checked out. He did not give me any reason or cause for taking me into the processing office, just stating he was doing so to see if everything checked out. Since I had just been aroused from my bed, I was dressed in sleeping pants and a T-shirt. I told him I would like to change into my street clothes, but he refused to give me time to change; however, he did let me put on my socks and shoes and some deodorant. I was not placed in handcuffs and no one at any time during this process read me my rights. As Franki and I were leaving the house I told Jesse and Esther, who were standing beside their vehicle, that if everything checked out he would give them a call and they could then go down and pick me up. Jesse told me that they had already told him this. I told Jesse that “this is just a big mistake and I have all the documents to show I’m legal, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

I later found out that when I left, Jesse’s wife started questioning: Why, if Glenn were innocent, were these cops in their house? This doesn’t make any sense to me, but this is what she said to him. It was not my name on the warrant. I figured I’d only be there an hour or two until they got things sorted out. I still could not understand why I was going through all of this because I had all of my documents.

So they took me down to U.S. Dept. of Homeland Security Customs and Border Patrol office located in Corpus Christi. I think I arrived there about 1-1:30 PM With all that went on, it was difficult to remember exact times. While I was sitting there, an officer approached me and told me they wanted to take my fingerprints and picture. I then realized they were trying to process me and I was going to be detained. I thought, “they’re not letting me go.”

At this point I knew I had legal rights and I should be able to have a lawyer or someone there to represent me. I then told them I wanted legal representation. I didn’t ask for legal representation before this, because I knew I had obvious proof of documents that I was legal. The processing took at least two to three hours. I had still, during this entire time, never been read any rights. Greg Franki called me into his office late that afternoon and stated that I was going to be detained. “why?” I asked.

“We have some paperwork for you to sign,” he told me.

The paperwork had many blank areas and he wanted me to go ahead and sign the uncompleted document. I said, “Why would I do that?”

Franki said, “I’ll explain it to you after you sign these. It’s getting near the end of my shift and I want to go home.”

I further questioned him, “Well, what difference does it make in the time for you to explain it to me now than after I sign? It’s going to take the same amount of time, isn’t it?”

Franki screamed at me, “SIGN THE F- -KING THINGS NOW. I WANT TO GO HOME.”

Other officers started coming to the room when they heard Franki yell. I became very intimidated and fearful and went ahead and signed the documents because I was not going to provoke any further anger and I was being very intimidated by these border patrol agents. I did not want to take any chance of getting beat up. So I said to myself, “I am going to sign this under protest. This is wrong.”

I am a Christian man and I was leaving this in God’ hands and I knew that I had to keep myself calm because I did not want to feed anger and make the situation worse to give them an excuse to beat the crap out of me. I was not about to provoke anything. I asked them if I could speak with a lawyer and they wouldn’t’ listen to me. They were going to do whatever they were going to do, not matter what. While I was signing the documents, he held onto the papers, covering certain areas with his hand and then pointing to an area and saying, “sign here,” next section, “sign here,” and again, “sign here.” Once I signed the documents I sat in his office for about another half hour while he completed his paperwork entering everything into the computer system. Once he finished he turned to me and said I was going to be detained. “why?” I asked.

At this point his demeanor changed and he spoke to me in a calmer manner stating he was trying to get me into Willacy Detention Center, like he was doing me some kind of big favor, like trying to put me up at the Hilton. Right! I hadn’t done anything illegal. I was thinking to myself, “Yeah, you’re really doing me a favor!”

Once I saw the final paperwork that he had completed, I noticed that he had a typed “X” in one of the blank areas which stated: “Detained in the custody of the department of Homeland Security.” There was two other options he could have typed an “X” in: “released under bond in the amount of $____”, and “released on your own recognizance.” I would never have signed any papers had I seen anything like this on the form at the time I signed. I mean, I probably would have because I was being forced by intimidation at the time however, at least I would have known what I was signing but the form was not filled out at the time that I signed it. Below that statement there was another “X” typed in a box that read, “You may request a review of this determination by an immigration judge.” Then there was a box with an “X” that said, “ do.” Request a redetermination of this custody decision by an immigration judge.” Then there was another box with an “X” that stated that “I acknowledged receipt of this notification.” and the form was dated with my signature. There were a few other papers that I signed as well, and I have these with me. At this point he gave me a sheet of paper and told me to read it over with him, and this was my “Miranda Rights” and told me to sign a paper that I had been read my rights. I requested a copy of the paper that I signed and he said this was just a formality and did not give me a copy.

I realize now that I went through this process because I am not the only one that has been held in detention illegally. There were many others inside the detention camp that had similar circumstances for their being detainees. America is not being helped if people are being unlawfully detained or unlawfully imprisoned because Americans have to pay for these incarcerated individuals with their tax dollars. I came here to help this country (and myself of course) by creating opportunities leading to jobs, and business opportunities leading to charitable donations, while try doing the right thing by God.

Willacy Detainment Facility

Willacy, located in Raymondville, Texas, is the largest immigration prison camp in the United States. Some two thousand “undocumented” immigrants are currently being held here awaiting deportation. This was to become my “home” for the next ninety days. A few days after I first became an inmate I met with a man inside the system by the name of Bill, who could not legally represent me since I am not a U.S. citizen, but he could give me advice. When he reviewed my paperwork, he placed his hand on his forehead and then looked and me and said, “It’s cases like this that makes me embarrassed to be a U.S. citizen. This is unbelievable, ridiculous, what are you doing here?” “Thank you …you’re right, I shouldn’t be here.”

He then told me that there were going to be two hearings and that they would not release me on my own recognizance. What I realized later is that they do not release you in that manner because they don’t make any money that way. He told me I was charged with being an “overstay” and that was why I was therefore being classified as an illegal. The lowest bond they would set would be $1,500 to $2,000 and although they have the option of releasing you on your own recognizance, they never do that. I could not understand why they would not release me because the court had copies of all of my paperwork before I ever went for the hearings which clearly proved I had done everything properly according to the law.

At the hearing, the “Master Hearing” I found they had already predetermined my bond for $34,000 and I would not be released until this bond was posted. The judge told me that if I would get a lawyer that he would lower the amount of the bond. In my mind, I thought, “yeah right! Lower it to what $30,000?” More and more I was getting affirmation that this was just a scam to force me to hire a lawyer. I know legally I can represent myself however, with them using this $34,000 as an intimidation factor, I was not going to take the chance of them re-setting my bond to just slightly lower than the $34,000. There’s quite a gap between the $1,500 – $2,000 I was informed I would probably have to pay. Besides, I was not guilty of anything, and they knew this before they took me from my house. I didn’t think I needed a lawyer because all of my records spoke for themselves.

What I learned was even if I paid the $34,000, after your case is settled and you leave the detention facility, they then have six months that they can hold the money. I could not understand why they set the bond so high. I have no criminal background in America or Canada. All of this was researched when I first came to America. On an immigration bond you have to pay the entire amount of the bond, not ten percent as you would on other offenses for which you have to post bond. I realized God was giving me an amazing test and I told Him I was going to pass the test with flying colors for His glory. I promised Him I would make sure that my story and the stories of all of the others inside the detention facility were exposed.

Jorge’s Story

When you come into this country they tell you that you cannot make any money in this country unless you have a work permit. However, when you are in the detention facility, the game rules change. You are allowed to work inside the detention facility for $1 per day, tax free. I worked inside the canteen serving the drinks to the fellow detainees. There are different jobs that you can do inside the detention camp, such as working in the laundry, the kitchen, etc. and they pay you $1 each day that you work. I signed up so I would have documentation of what goes on inside the detention center.

One Friday the head lady who coordinates all of these programs mentioned to me that I would be moved to another dorm on the following Monday because they try to keep all of the workers in the same area. On Sunday one of the Sergeants came to me and said they were moving me that day, instead of Monday. When I questioned her as to why I was being transferred on Sunday instead of Monday, she replied, “I’m not sure, I was just told to take you to this other dorm.”

I said, “Wow, because tomorrow I am supposed to be taken to the worker dorm.”

When I arrived at the new dorm I recognized one of the male officers who had periodically worked in the dorm I had just left. I asked him if there was anyone else in this dorm that spoke English and he pointed to a gentleman over in the corner who was talking with some of the other inmates. After I had settled in the officer came over to me and said, “Glenn, Jorge over there wants to do something that I think is kind of wrong.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, you know immigration better than I do, and I think he’s wanting to do something wrong that will cause him to deport himself.”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“Can you just talk with him because something is not right here?”

“Ok.”

I listened to Jorge’s story and something did not seem right. It seemed fishy. He told me that when he was a young boy he came with his parents to America from Mexico legally and the family became U.S. citizens. He had married his girlfriend, then 16, who was a natural born American citizen, when he was seventeen and they were living in the Brownsville, Texas. He was now thirty-three years old and the family had four children. He was supposed to have become a citizen when his parents became citizens however, because he had married, he decided to file for his citizenship with the marriage petition. About two and one half years before being a detainee at Willacy Detention Center, Jorge was talking with a police officer. The officer asked Jorge for his vehicle paperwork. Jorge’s driver’s license had expired about a year previous. He explained to the officer when he handed him his license that it was expired. The police officer took his license back to the patrol car and when he returned stated, “his is a fake.” He protested the fact that this was not fake and ultimately he ended up being deported back to Mexico.

He lived in a small house in Mexico, which was about a three minute drive from the Mexico/Brownsville US border. His wife and children are US Citizens, so they had the option of going there to live with him, and so they would come across the border to be with him there to visit however, the children were in school in Brownsville and his wife maintained her job there as well. Well, this is where some of the largest drug cartels are operating and it was not uncommon for gun shots around his home while his children were visiting. This went on for about three and a half years. All of this had transpired and he had been deported for something that the officials messed up. I then told him I knew why I had come to that dorm that day. I showed him my Bible and what I had written in the back. I told him God had put us together so I could help get him out of Willacy.

Jorge that day was about to sign a blue sheet of paper that is a request form for ICE, which would have caused him to deport himself. Since the day he arrived (Thursday) he had refused to eat anything. He was devastated! His wife and kids had visited him that Sunday and were crying and asking him to do whatever he could to get out of there. He wasn’t thinking clearly and so he was going to deport himself so he could be with his family. He didn’t know his rights and he was reacting out of an emotion response to be with his loved ones in that situation. I told him, “I am here to tell you right now that God is working through me and I am going to get you out of here and I’m going to get myself out of here and the first meal we will share together will be at the Golden Corral,” because he had mentioned he liked to eat at the Golden Corral in an earlier conversation.

I explained to Jorge that he and his family were safer in America, even though he was in a detention facility, because they were not in danger of being killed in their own home in Mexico from the stray bullets. I asked him to trust me and I would help deliver him from this unfortunate circumstances. After this talk, I asked Jorge if he would please come to dinner and eat, and he said he would because he felt a sense of peace and that things were going to be alright. Jorge had finally eaten something for the first time in almost three whole days. He also called his wife and told her that about our talk and that he would be staying and keeping safe, while he waited for help. Jorge told me the next day that his wife and four kids, for the very first time, all got down on their knees and prayed to God for Jorge and my safety. This truly moved me! The reason why Jorge was in Willacy this time, was that Jorge did cross the border without documents, because his wife needing an operation in regards to a female procedure, and Jorge and his wife and children were all stressed about this, so Jorge felt the need to be with his family. Jorge was released the day before I was and I was told that he had been deported. I could not believe this. I said, “No. I know what God’s plan for him was, and it was not for him to be deported.”

From Willacy Detention Facility Jorge was delivered to a county jail (regarding him being accused of the fake license) and was released after about three weeks, when they determined that his license was not a fake. Apparently his “license number” had been given to another female person at some point after his license had expired. Jorge was then sent back to Willacy to resume his immigration situation. It was about three weeks later when Jorge was released on $5,000 bond I then realized that God had a purpose for my being there at that particular time for Jorge and his family. Jorge called me on the phone and asked me if I have been watching the news. I asked why? He stated that he saw his house, and the whole block in Mexico on TV. Jorge stated that the news reported that the drug cartel took everyone from the block and cut their heads off. The police identified all of the deceased that lived on his block.

 Jorge stated “You saved our lives bro.”

 I said, “No, bro, God came through me and I’m just the messenger.”

Ever since that day, Jorge his wife and kids have been sharing this testimony with people.

A year later we shared our first meal together at the Golden Corral and we took a picture of all of us together, including his wife and kids. 

Hunger Strike

A few days prior to this in my prayer time with God I said to Him that it was time for me to get out of here. I knew that Jorge’s relationship with his family had been stabilized and I told Him I was going to go on a hunger strike and refuse to eat and I wanted a sign of confirmation from Him on whether my decision was right or wrong. This was all that I could think of that would cause the higher level authorities to review my documents. I had been there for eighty days and many of the officers who were my overseers had seen my paperwork and they could not understand why I was there. However, nothing had changed my circumstances and I remained at Willacy. Every meal you are given the opportunity to go to the mess hall, but they cannot force you to go and eat. On the other hand, they cannot restrict you from being able to eat your three meals a day. Each time an inmate refuses a meal, they are asked to give a reason, which must be documented in each dorm officer’s log book. I got to know many of the officers very well and have had continued conversations with one in particular, who has since retired, even since my release. As a matter of fact, we also met at the Golden Corral for dinner. I created a pattern so that those in charge on the higher up ladder would see a pattern of me not eating. “Hunger Strike.”

Three days passed and those in authority began to be curious as to the reason for the hunger strike. I was determined that I would be released from my prison without paying one cent. I had done nothing wrong. I did not deserve this. I did not come to America to become a problem. I came here to be a part of the solution. I refused to play with the rules of this system. I am playing using God’s rules, not mans rules.

I was finally released after ninety days with everyone admitting I had been wrongfully detained. The following day I went to court and the judge gave me a paper saying that the case had been terminated. The processing work on my work visa was dropped, and the company I was going to work for dropped me because of all of the problems, my visa extension status had expired while I was detained at the detention facility. The (ICE) woman, Melissa De Leon, in charge of the Detention Center told me that they were going to give me 30 days to leave the country, or I would be back in there. I protested saying “Pardon me? You put me in here for 90 days and now you tell me I have 30 days to leave the country? Over my dead body.”

“Then you will end up back in here,” is what she said.

“Then put me back because this is crazy.” 

The Rest of My Story

I have been here in America ever since. I have not left. I have had situations where I needed to get back to Canada. A few months after I was released, my sister, (1 year older than me) found out in October 2010, that she has cancer. She passed away two months later in December, and because of my situation here, she understood that I could not come back to Canada until my status was resolved. The day after my sister was laid to rest, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. My mother passed away only nine and one half months after my sisters’ death. In between all of this, my Mothers sister passed away with cancer as well. A couple weeks after that, my cousin passed away all of a sudden while sitting in a chair.

Before my mother passed away, she told me she wanted me to stay and not come back. She knew that what I am fighting for is so important, not just for me but for all of the people who are being illegally detained. If I were to leave, it would forfeit everything I have fought for, not just for myself but for everyone else here that has been illegally detained. My God tells me to honor my Mother and I did so with sacrifice. 

On June 30, 2011, the Lord blessed me with my wife, Lysa. Believe it or not, we met on an internet dating site. About ten months after my release from the detention facility Lysa sent me an email from the site and we started then communicating on the phone. We finally arranged to meet in person and we were married a month later. There are two things that have happened during the past two years that I have been so blessed, and would not change. The Lord blessed me with being there for Jorge’s family and I would not have met Lysa. 

My Master Hearing on March 20, 2012 because this situation has put me in limbo of being out of status for what the system has caused. On Thursday, March 15th, 2012 I received a phone call from an immigration attorney, Jodi Goodwin, who had read my story and agreed to take my case pro-bono. We are praising God for His faithfulness and for the answered prayers of my many American friends. My attorney was able to enter her appearance as my attorney and the next court dates is set for June 7th, 2012. The Judge ruled a continuance dated July 2nd, 2012. My wife and I were to have an i130 packet to 
submit and he would then terminate my case, because there were no grounds for deportation. There are fees for this packet amounting to about $1,500 however, the Judge stated that we didn’t have to have the money on July 2nd, 2012. We only had show that I had the packet ready to send. On July 2nd, 2012 the packet was submitted to the Judge and the government attorney. The Judge asked the government attorney “Do you see any reason why this case should not be terminated?” The government attorney stated that she didn’t even see a reason why there was an N.TA. in the first place, unless it was for something that I didn’t do.

The Judge ruled that my case be “Terminated with prejudice”. 
My attorney asked me if I knew what that meant and said that it means that it’s finally over and no more court. As time went on, my wife decided that she didn’t want to pay the i130 fees amounting to about $1,500 because she felt that it is the government that admitted they were wrong in court, and they should be held accountable and correct my status at no charge to us. Therefore, she refused to send the fees.

This whole situation created a lot of strain on our marriage with me not having the necessary documents to permit to work. I was not going to work illegally in America and put myself in a position to be deported. I would then be part of the problem in America, as oppose to coming here to be a part of the solution. This strain contributed to my wife divorcing me. Now, I’m patiently waiting for God to once again send an attorney to help me.