Hello Lily this is Dawson Gage. I am on “house arrest”. I hope you remember my letter from jail. I’m just “testing Signal”.
11:45 PM

Since you like “the arts”, allow me to share my latest “political mixtapes”. The “Anderson Clayton tape” is just pop music, but it’s straight fire, and the “Kamala Harris tape” has pop songs, my best poems, and speeches and law writings.

Tomorrow is my 37th birthday. 37 years of “doing my thing like the freestyle king”. Here are the “mixtapes”.

The Mixtape for Anderson Clayton
Poet & Journalist | Guitarist & Singer | Revolutionary Communist | Computer Hacker & Homemaker
on.soundcloud.com

Kamala’s Law: The Unofficial Soundtrack to Kamala Harris for President
Poet & Journalist | Guitarist & Singer | Revolutionary Communist | Computer Hacker & Homemaker
on.soundcloud.com

https://on.soundcloud.com/z2ciXSa9m9cbYvie8
11:49 PM

I actually owe you my life, Lily Nicole, and so I feel like you ought to recognize me as a “leader” who does not need to play “capitalization games”.

I would make peace with Tim Joyner if I thought it would help me, but I don’t think it would.

Tomorrow is the deadline to change the names on the ballot. If I can get into the North Carolina senate race, anything is possible. I’m at 6046 Leeward Lane. Josh Stein is a white supremacist war criminal. Kamala Harris is basically my “auntie”. That’s our bulletin for tonight. Don’t knock the struggle.
11:55 PM

Fri, Sep 20

OK Lily, clearly I understand something because the shit that went down this morning has “Lily Nicole” all over it. As with Ben David, who you were able to sort of “hex” with your confrontations, you also cast a certain spell on Deb Butler. Deb Butler made a big mistake this morning.

So as I said, I am on house arrest at my parents’ house. This house was built in 1996 and was designed by my father, who was also the architect, for instance, of several of Wilmington’s fire stations. My father is a very respected figure in Wilmington, but he does not go to “Democratic political events” except when my mother drags him. I do not believe he has ever met Deb Butler.
6:59 PM

I will not get into the “history”, other than to say Deb and I have basically been crossing horns since 1 February 2017, when we were seated together at the Leland Town Hall at the meeting to choose the replacement for Rep. Susi Hamilton. They chose Deb Butler even though I made a pretty impressive show of it at this “meeting”. In fact the process was rigged by some invisible force within the New Hanover County Democratic Party. During 2017 Deb and I had several very interesting encounters, but by the end of the year, when I started getting arrested, Deb was just one of several key Democrats who had started to give me “the Alex Manly cold shoulder”, or perhaps “the Leon Trotsky death treatment”. I could feel their evil gazes on me, but there was nothing I could do to stop the conspiracy. In fact I had to charge right into the storm.
7:05 PM

So I believe the last time I actually SAW Deb Butler was on 9 May 2019, the day I broke out of “house arrest” to file my “public records lawsuit” against Ben David. Deb was walking towards Market on 5th Ave at the corner of Orange Street, that is, right past “my block”. I also ran into Thom Goolsby that day outside of the Courthouse. Exactly one year previously, I ran into Julia Boseman the night before the Primary that she won. People say I’m “schizophrenic”, but in fact I just have sound intuitions and a gift for calculated risks.
7:08 PM

So in October 2019, Harper Peterson, who had gotten his Senate seat by stealing the election from me with a 50B order, sent the WPD to my house at about 7am on the first Saturday of the month. They told me I would be arrested for trespassing if I went anywhere near his house, which is 3 blocks west of mine on Orange Street. The lesson here is that it’s always 1898 in Wilmington. It’s a motherfucking war zone. That is why the question of “non-violence” is so difficult in this context. As you know perfectly well, there is no freedom of expression in New Hanover County. If you cross certain lines of corrupt authority, they will lay hands on you. To this extent, Tim Joyner was pretty much a volunteer police agent. In fact that punk ass bitch is nothing other than COINTELPRO. Why do I speak of COINTELPRO? Because it stands for “counter-intelligence program”. While it was originally a secret project within the federal police, once it had gotten going, it touched off a chain reaction throughout the entire country, basically causing “radical movements” (the Black Panther Party, Puerto Rican Independence Party, American Indian Movement, anti-Vietnam organizations, etc.) to mutate into something less than “radical”.

But the other thing COINTELPRO did was to “infiltrate the ultra-right as well”, as in “the Klan”. So from the late 1960s, “movements” of both left and right (who were often threatening extralegal violence against each other, the Klan being the aggressor of course) were being manipulated by the Feds, not with any particular goal in mind, but just to sow confusion and stupidity, and especially to try to twist “non-violent movements” into “targeted elements”. I am referring to the practice of using “informants” to spy on certain “movements”.
7:30 PM

So on that first Saturday in October 2019, which was about 5 days after Timothy Joyner’s first attempt at “aggravated assault with sexual threats” or whatever the fuck that shit was, Harper Peterson sends the WPD to my house in the early morning, in fact just minutes after I had climbed into bed after a 72 hour sleepless vigil, basically typing “motions” on my typewriter, so I was very tired, very vulnerable, when those two cops banged on my apartment door as loud as they could.

As you can see if you drive by the 500 block of Orange Street, my garage apartment is built like a fortress. It’s made of cinderblocks, and there is only one window on the ground floor, and only one door. The key here is that the kitchen window is right above the entrance door, so that when someone knocks, you can go stick your head out the kitchen window and see who it is. If it’s the cops, you can talk to them from up there and not have to open the door.
7:38 PM

So Harper Peterson sent the cops. What provoked this, Lily? Well, sometime in early 2018, my landline telephone service was mysteriously shut off. It was an old-fashioned “business landline” from AT&T, the kind that rings even when the electricity is out. Since then it has become impossible to even get that kind of landline in Wilmington, unless you’re the City that is, but as I say, they cut my fucking phone line. Call me crazy, but that seemed like a very reasonable thing to want to bring up with an “Uppercase leader”, since formal powers and status do help with things like “getting some answers out of the phone company”. So I told Harper I was going to call on him at his house at 212 Orange Street. 16 months prior I had spoken to him on his porch, where he came to try to keep me from crashing the “Democratic pool party” in his back yard (I know, he has a pool, there are two pools on Orange Street, and I want them both.) Harper told me he thought I “had a lot to offer”. I wasn’t offering him shit, I was there to call him out for getting me arrested to steal the fucking election. A few months later, Harper Peterson called my father while I was in jail in Castle Hayne and told him that I wasn’t welcome at the fundraiser with Roy Cooper held on 30 August 2018. I had bought 6 tickets for a total of $300, and was going to try to bring “5 dates”, in fact two of the women I was going to take were black women in the Sheriff’s office, “Lee” and “Wallace”. That is how I roll, and that is why they threw me in jail to keep me from seeing the Governor.
7:49 PM

So back to the first Saturday of October 2019. Harper sent the cops in the early morning, terrorizing the living Jesus out of me, but I pulled myself together and climbed back into bed, but not before I sent a Facebook message to Deb Butler. I told her what Harper had just done. Here I will emphasize that Harper Peterson has known my father since about 1971, when they met as students at UNC Chapel Hill. As it happened, both of them “moved to Wilmington after college”, so they knew each other from way back. This actually made it worse in some ways for Harper to insult my dignity and offend against my honor as he did, but that is just in the nature of the grotesque political make-up of Harper Peterson. Here we can make comic light of this “capitalization problem”, since Harper is a perfect example of how the line between “elected official” and “semi-psychotic political loser” can be hard to define. I made fun of Harper for being “Mr. One-Term Mayor” in 2017 when I began to challenge him for NC Senate. Then they kidnapped me, Harper “won” by about 300 votes which were almost certainly fraudulent but whatever, and so Harper was suddenly the “Senator”. He had him an “uppercase” again. But then Michael Lee somehow stages a comeback in 2020, when as you may recall, I was in Washington DC on election day, and was kidnapped by US Marshals on the morning after election day. So Harper Peterson was demoted back to “lowercase” I suppose. But once you’ve been in office in Wilmington ONCE, you have a certain kind of zombie significance in local politics, which you can either play gracefully or, as with Harper, use to drag your constituency into the gutter of resentment and conspiracy theorization.
8:10 PM

So the “Senate Seat” is considered “competitive”. Deb Butler, by contrast, is in a “safe seat”, and because of the gerrymander she actually doesn’t even have a clear “district” which is “hers”. What I am saying is that Deborah Butler is NOT really even the “real representative”. So my invitation to you, and my gift if you’ll accept it, is to give you an “Uppercase”, the one which Deb Butler has abused and wasted for 7 1/2 years of “lesbian liberal loser-dom”. I have tried to get her to become (with shouts-out to sister Kelly Rae Williams) a “real girl with real problems”, but she does not seem to have it in her. She’s not just wooden like Pinocchio, she’s empty as the Tin Man, and brainless as the Straw Man, and so she pretty much was always going to cannonball her way into a losing battle with Dawson Gage, “The Wizard of Orange Street”, the heir to Alex Manly, the literary and political counterpart to Michael Jordan, because he is “straight outta Wilmington” and, “like Mike”, succeeds because he desires victory more than all others put together. That’s the trick Lily Nicole. You have to want to WIN, and you have to want it more than the enemy can even fathom. That is what they say is “mental illness”. But as with Michael Jordan, they may not like it when I “let my tongue hang out”, but that is just how it has to be.
8:22 PM

So what did Deb Butler do this morning, Lily? She does not have an opponent on the ballot, only some anonymous angel who has vowed a “write-in campaign”. Because of this “write-in challenger”, Rep. Deb Butler decided to send out “fundraising letters’, and as in years past, she sent one of these to my mother, who has probably given some $100,000 of “hip-hop money” to Democratic candidates over the past 40 years. That shit adds up: she is the most important woman in North Carolina. My mother does not need an “uppercase”, because she was “the radio station manager”. So my mother served on the UNC Board of Governors for many years, and was the first woman “Chair” of this body, which is a sort of “uppercase” but which is not an “elected” body, but rather an appointed one chosen by the General Assembly. The thing is, however, in this way my mother was able to build up a sort of “secret power network” which unites Republicans and Democrats and which includes “businessmen”, who generally hold my mother in great esteem. So maybe to Deb Butler, as to Timothy Joyner, my mother is just a “white enabler”, but Tim seemed to think my family’s money, which by Wilmington standards is not especially impressive, Tim talked about our “UNC money”. There isn’t really any such thing as that, but…I have to step away to go have “birthday dinner” with my parents. Here’s the key part:
8:32 PM

Deb Butler called my father this morning, in response to text messages which were civilized and non-threatening. I have been through this before: if you don’t even bother to read the plain meaning of my English sentences, then you can say it’s “harassment” even if it’s “the best thing ever written”, since it’s not like the cops can read, and the DA’s can’t really read, and the jury won’t even get to look at the “evidence”, so for Deb Butler and her gang, they have repeatedly chosen to “roll the dice of White Supremacy”,…
8:36 PM

Sat, Sep 21

To conclude our story, sweetheart: Deb Butler told my father that she had “purchased a handgun” to “protect herself” from “your son”. She also said she would “press charges if I texted her again”.