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Sorry: 501c3 not found.

DISCLAIMER:

We have been hearing a lot of interesting things about a Francesca Amato. Now, before we really dig into this, I must say that nobody with WoC has ever heard of this woman prior to this article. All information provided is purely based on our observations, findings, and creditable source information. All source information was given anonymously. Their names will not be provided in this article, in email, or private messaging.

OBJECTIVE I

When we began this article, we were actually looking into P4P’s North Carolina chapter leader, Danielle Hatcher. We had heard rumors of corruption within the “501c3” and decided it was something worth looking into. Upon looking into Hatcher, we had stumbled across an image posted to Social Media. That image is below.

We found this to be rather interesting. Although we don’t know why she is currently in jail, a disturbing rumor has circulated regarding the advocate. The rumor states as follows:

At some point, while in jail, Ms. Hatcher took it upon herself to use feces as a method for “finger painting.”

As we stated, this is a rumor and is currently not proven. However, it was this rumor that lead us to look a little bit deeper. What is this organization that she helps manage?

OBJECTIVE II

We did a 501c3 check on P4P. The reason for this was because, according to the organization’s website, they had a 501c3 status. Well, we looked and we found nothing called, “Punished for Protecting,” “Punished for Parenting,” “Punished 4 Protecting,” or “Punished for Parenting.” To put this blatently, as far as we can tell, this 501c3 does not exist; but don’t they claim to be one?

Yes, yes they do.

We gave them a benefit of a doubt. Maybe they meant charity rather than 501c3. We conducted an identical search with the same results.

So if they aren’t found on New York’s list of charities or 501c3 organizations, what exactly are they? Well, I don’t think we need to state it but we know you can compose the conclusion. Since we couldn’t find it on any list, we decided to look into the founder.

OBJECTIVE III

Francesca Amato is the woman behind this “organization.” According to a Facebook page (depicted below,) she is running for NY governor. Well, we already found one issue, so we looked into that as well. What we found was equally as disturbing as the previous findings; there were no obtainable records that she is, or has, ever ran for a political position…and yet she makes the claim.

To be a politician, that means you have to actually be running, or are currently in office. When we checked into this, as previously mentioned, there were no obtainable records. The reason these records are unobtainable is purely because they do not exist.

But, as we also stated, she claims to be actively running. Now, we could point out other problems on this page, such as her using a gmail account rather than an actual account linked to her “political” website, but we decided to just briefly mention the one issue.

CONCLUSION

Based upon what we had seen and the evidence, as it stands. We are presently at the conclusion that her, the organization, and its leaders, are scamming desperate people out of their money. But, as it always stands within the WoC policy, should we find evidence that contradicts this information, we will happily revise this article.

Sources have, on seperate occasions, told us who she associates with. In fact, we have articles on several of them for corruption, etc. Currently, the only supporting evidence we have, is a video that Ms. Amato herself did. In the video, she makes mention of good people being slandered. It is, at this point, we briefly saw the profile of a person that we had deemed to be a very real danger to others. However, by all means, come to your own conclusions.

United we failed…

Once in a while, when you look at American history, one just can’t help but be ashamed. For example, “All men are created equal.” Well, this statement was true at that time so long you were not African American, Asian, Mexican, etc. Eventually, however, we grew from that…or have we? Remember the women’s rights protests? You know, that time when women were not allowed to vote? As I said, “all MEN…” In the 1960’s Dr. Martin Luther King gave his most famous speech, “I have a dream.” He gave this speech with the hope that everybody would be equal regardless of Nationality, gender, or other preferences. Looking into our world and Nation today I see very disturbing trends.

For example, since 9/11 I have noticed a very bigoted view toward Muslims in the United States. Okay, I get it, America is pissed off; I was pissed off. Homosexuals (LGBT) are banned under law from being able to marry aside a few select states. You see, the part where I stated that we grew  from that was clearly a lie. The disturbing trend that has hidden itself within our culture is that of bigotry. We attack one group until we find a new group to attack. If you consider the groups that have, and are, attacked one can’t help but wonder, “Who’s next?”

Well, to answer that question: The American People as a whole. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe Government has its place but I don’t deny that something is seriously wrong with the current Administration. Gun Control, Obamacare (Look into that one… seriously,) and countless “hidden” policies that have seemingly slipped through Congress are only small tokens of what is yet to come. Dictatorship? Communism? Marxism? The thing is Americans are still in a position to be able to fight back; it is for this reason I started my Facebook page “War on Corruption.” However, I don’t want to just attack the administration, that just wouldn’t be fair. DHS buying thousands upon thousands of rounds of ammo… why? You tell me. The police force being used as “henchmen” for both Child Protective Services and representatives with hidden agendas… Something is wrong.  

I entitled this post “United we failed.” I did so to make a statement about how the American people have freely given their rights up for “National Security,” Government corruption, and so fourth. To remind everybody of a dream that has yet to be seen, I have included Martin Luther King’s speech, “I have a dream.”

 

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

                Free at last! Free at last!

                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!3