February 2020

When I first meet “CWB” in 2012, she tells me “I don’t know if I can be saved because of what I’ve done.”  She later admits to being a gang member, drug addict (heroin), a drug dealer, and a murderer among other things.  When CWB was young and on the street in South-East Baltimore, a woman takes her in.  This woman is the wife of the co-founder of Dead Man Incorporated’s Perry “Rock” Roark.  CWB is initiated into the gang, works her way up the ranks of the organization, is known as “Crazy White Bitch” on the street, deals heroin and becomes a “Captain” over the area just north of Fell’s Point. DMI was founded in the 1990’s in the Baltimore prison system.  The gang spreads out into the streets and is now a major prison gang across the United States of America.  The gang makes it’s living in both the illegal drug trade and murder for hire business.  DMI started all white male, then other colors, races and females were brought in.  CWB tells me “Women became like the men, if not worse.” Much of the original information has been scrubbed off YouTube, but you can learn solid information by watching “Tony 2times” documentary on YouTube.

CWB has two daughters; the oldest is the result of a brutal drug-deal rape in an alley way.  Her second is the daughter of another DMI drug dealer dad, who used to cut and weigh-out product with his daughter present.  As CWB’s drug addiction becomes worse she tells me “I became like a ghost.”  She ultimately becomes dope sick and goes to Rock’s wife to plead for her freedom and her life.  Rock’s wife tells her, “You know you don’t get out of this thing.”  CWB responds, “I’m dope sick and I’m pregnant with my second child.  I want to be a mother.”  Rock’s wife speaks to him and pleads CWB’s case.  There’s a “deal” presented to CWB, which she doesn’t give me the details to. She’s told “If you do this for the organization we will set you free.”  I believe Jesus knew He was going to save her because she was walking dead in this gang.  She did the deal, “Rock” let her go (miracle), she detoxed, had her second daughter and changed her life. 

Before we’re introduced, CWB accepts Jesus while she’s recovering from addiction, in desperation, but has no assurance or knowledge of how to have a relationship to a Savior; hence, “I don’t know if I can be saved because of what I’ve done.”  I confirm her salvation which is demonstrated through her new heart and confession.  She is raw and honest, and we would attend Narcotics Anonymous meetings together on East Baltimore Street in the Baltimore Highlands.  She becomes my favorite Christian because she hadn’t been infected with the false idea of what a Christian is “supposed” to act like.  She’s innocent in her relationship to Jesus, truly like one of the children He speaks of in scripture.  CWB and I used to drive all over the city, I would learn the areas and what goes down there through her commentary.  I would also use that time to disciple her in her understanding of Jesus through the Bible.  Now, on to the deliverance:

I never pray deliverance over CWB, but she calls me one night worried about her youngest daughter and concerned about possession.  I tell her I can come over and pray for the daughter if she’s interested.  She approves and I go over to the apartment where her, her boyfriend and both girls live (2012).  As I begin praying for the youngest she rolls on her back, becomes rigid, looks into my eyes and begins shrieking. It was a little surprising and, to be quite honest, I felt horrible for her.  Her body’s under control by something else and her mouth is in strict opposition to me. I look at her mother, as if to imply, “Should I continue?” and she gives me a strong, affirming nod. I continue with my hand on her forehead, working against the demon and when she calms down, I retract my hand. The little girl jumps-up, runs into her bedroom, and slams the door.  Weeks later I ask CWB how her daughter’s doing and she tells me “Great.”  Today is 2020.02.21 and I’m thinking about CWB.  We’ve kept in contact all this time and I message her on Facebook.  She calls me right away and this topic comes up.  I ask how her youngest is doing.  She says to me, “Troy, something happened that night.  She’s doing great!  And something happened to me that night too.”  I never asked her what happened to her, but here is the contrast between both her girls. The younger is doing great and the older has identified as a male and is not so great as per CWB.  Maybe this means something to you or maybe not, but it means something to the mother!  What does it mean to me?  I should have prayed for both daughters that night.