Was sent this story from a friend of mine in Jamaica. He actually knows Charrah and asked me to pass it on. Despite the graphic and heart wrenching nature of the story, I ask that you read, pass it on and/or lend your support.


http://charrahwatson.blogspot.com/

An excerpt from the link above...

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Pondi

"Breathe Grace"

*Frens of Ja*

i'll offer up some prayers for her angelmine
and pass it on to my cousins in Ja

how ya been frien?

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I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and i kind of like it
I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

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ARMOR of STEEL

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

By the way, this is what ACTUALLY happened to her. (sorry for the odd characters throughout, I just copied and pasted)



I am Charah Tabetha Watson a 23 year old female, who is 5 feet 5 inches of a slim built. On the night of Friday September 28, 2007, on arriving home on Shortwood Road I was brutally attacked by my sister’s boy friend who also is the father of my nephew.

I got home at approximately 7:30 pm I inserted my keys into the door but soon realized that the door was bolted from the inside. I knocked on the door and my eight 8 year old niece Taiye came to the window and then said “oh, it’s Auntie Charah” she then unbolted the door and I entered the house. On entering the house I saw my attacker, Neto Meeks son of a prominent media personality Amina Blackwood Meeks and Professor Brian Meeks.

Neto Meeks had verbally threatened to kill me on Wednesday September 26, 2007 in the presence of my mother and my niece.

Upon entering the house Neto Meeks (son of Amina Blackwood Meeks and Professor Brian Meeks) eased up out the chair which he was sitting in. I proceeded to walk pass him to enter my room, however I didn’t make it that far. As soon as I was about a foot/step infront of Neto Meeks I felt a someone pounce on me. Neto Meeks jumped me from behind engulfing the entire left side of my body (at this point my school bag was still on my shoulder). I immediately reached into the side of my bag for a knife which I was advised by my sister Italee Watson to carry because she had reason to believe that I might be in danger due to threats from Neto Meeks.

Neto Meeks then put his arm around my neck and accosted my right hand which had my only source of defense with his right hand (he was still behind me). He then proceeded to push me into a room at the back of the living room. Neto is a BLACK BELT KARATE EXPERT who trains religiously every morning and evening and practices at least 3 different forms of Karate and is either a 3RD OR 4TH DEGREE BLACK BELT HOLDER. He began pressing his knee in my back and my lower body while he was chocking me with his arm. My school back is still over my shoulder, and my right hand is still in the custody of Neto Meeks. I started biting Neto Meeks on his left arm while trying to break free from his grip around my neck all this time my two nieces were screaming and crying). I managed to get my head free from his strong manly hold. However he still had my right hand. I started pushing him against the wall trying to escape. I managed to push Neto Meeks up against the computer desk the 6 +feet muscular man then grabbed at my left ear with his mouth. He managed to grip it and proceeded to dig into the flesh of my ear. I somehow managed to free my ear from his mouth but not without sustaining anawful bite encompassing the entire bottom half of my left ear.

I still had my right hand which held my only defense against this LETHAL BLACK BELT KARATE EXPERT. Neto Meeks then started bitting me all over my body leaving behind life long scars on my right arm and my right shoulder.

I again started pushing him with all my strength, with my school bag still over my left shoulder, this was all I could do to fend off my attacker. We fell on the floor with Neto Meeks on top of me, he then made several attempts to stab me with the knife that was in my right hand which he was using all his MANLY STRENGH TO CONTROL. I then started biting him on his right arm trying to release my right hand from his grip. Neto Meeks again grabbed at my left ear with his powerful jays. Again by the grace of God I manage to escape another attempt to bite off my ear.

Two neighbours on the complex ran inside the house after hearing the children’s cries for help. They tried to take Neto Meeks off me but failed. They pleaded with him to release me but he refused. He said “NO TEK THE KNIFE FROM AR FIRST” I refused to give them the knife while I was still in the grip of this viscous man. One of the ladies managed to get him to release his grip from my right hand and the other pulled him away from me. I Then gave the neighbor the knife and RAN TO MY ROOM which is adjacent to the room were Neto Meeks (was trying to eat me alive and was beating the life out of me.

I locked my self in my room . I grab a cell phone from my pocket and started dialing the police. 911. the call didn’t go through, I then took home the home phone and tried calling the police again.911.911.911.911 no response? 911.911.911.911.911. i tried with my cell phone again. 911 .911 911 911 911……..the house was now quite, I couldn’t hear my nieces crying anymore. I thought the neighbours had removed Neto Meeks from the house. In the mid’s of trying to call the police I saw Neto Meeks approaching my door WITH A LONG BLACK MACHETE in his hand (which is a French door with transparent glass and wood in between the glass). Neto Meeks) started saying, “ A POLICE YOU A CALL GYAL, A MI AN YOU ONE IN YAA NOW!.......A DEAD YOU DEAD GYAL, A DEAD YOU DEAD!!!!! Neto Meeks THEN STARTED KICKING OUT THE GLASS OFF MY ROOM DOOR STILL CHANTING “ A DEAD YOU DEAD GYAL….A DEAD YOU DEAD!!”

911 911 911 911 9111 911 9111911 911 911 911 911…STILL NOTHING!!! SH*T

AFTER KICKING OUT THE LAST PIECE OF GLASS WHICH STOOD BETWEEN HIM AND MY NOW TREMBLING, BATTERED, BRUISED WEAK BODY… Neto Meeks (stepped through the door still chanting) “A DEAD YOU DEAD GYAL!!!”


Neto Meeks RAISED THE MACHETE, with no other options available I JUMPED AND GRABBED THE BLADE OF THE MACHETE WITH BOTH MY HANDS WHICH NOW HAVE SLICES ALL OVER MY HAND. I pushed and I pushed trying to counteract his attempts to chop me. Neto Meeks then started stabbing at me with the machete when he realized he wasn’t able to swing the machete. He managed to STABBED ME ON MY FORE HEAD ABOVE MY LEFT EYE (I receive three 3 stitches for the wound). BLOOD STARTED SPRAYING EVERY WHERE. MY FACE WAS COVERED IN MY BLOOD. I COULD NO LONGER SEE THE HITS COMING. Realiazing what was at stake and WHAT WAS ABOUT TO BE MY DEATH I summed up what little energy I had for WHAT I BELIEVED WOULD HAVE BEEN MY LAST ACT ON EARTH, I FOUGHT. I PUSHED, I PULLED I TWIST AND I TURNED.

Neto Meeks THREW ME TO THE FLOOR …THEN CAME HIS ELBOW DELIVERING BLOWS TO MY FACE AND HEAD OVER AND OVER AND OVER WHILE CHANTING “ A DEAD YOU DEAD GYAL”. Neto Meeks WAS KNOCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME. I was now still being too tired from what was now about 45 min of fighting.

I THEN FELT Neto Meeks TEETH AT MY LEFT EYE….I pulled away, he came again I pulled away, but with his body on top of mine I did not have much space to pull away to…..HE DUG IN FOR MY EYE AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE WAS SUCCESSFUL AT GETTING IT.
Neto Meeks Engulfed my entire left eye in his mouth. Neto Meeks a black belt karate experts who watches kong foo movies morning, evening and night…began sinking his teeth into my eye until he had a tight grip……Neto Meeks Amina Blackwood Meeks son, then began pulling my eye…. I could feel my eye being lifted from its socket and could feel the blood now running from my eye…..
I then heard a pop in my eye….at this point I started screaming……..


Since I could no longer fight for my life, I started screaming, as loud as I could I screamed and screamed. Neto Meeks then released my eye from his mouth which was covered in my blood. I FELT THE BLOOD OOZING FROM MY EYE WHICH NO LONGER FELF LIKE IT WAS APART OF MY FACE. Neto Meeks THEN STARTED TO LAUGH………..ANDSAID “YES SCREAM B*TCH SCREAM”…… A SO DI OLE A UHNUU ALWAYS START SQUELL, SQUELL B*TCH SQUELL!!!. Realizing this was what he wanted I STOPPED SCREAMING.

I then said to him “ ohh so a me you come back yah faaaa” he “yes SO MI CAN KILL YOU NOW AND GO BOUT MI BUSINESS”…. “ SO IF MI KILL YOU NOW A NO NUTTING RIGHT” I then replied “ YOU CAN TRY PUNK”.


Try he did, but I decided that there was no way I was gonna let this woman beater weakling take my life. AND SO I FOUGHT, I FOUGHT AND I FOUGHT.

LUCKLY the same two neighbours who had came to my rescue before had returned. I begged then to take the man off me. They tried but he wouldn’t let me go. I begged them to call the police, the security guard, another man on the complex…... anybody to take this man from off me an to remove the machete from his hand. It took sometime but they eventually got him to release the handle off the machete. After assuring that they were the ones now holding the machete I released my now cut ridden hands from the blade of the machete. This time round they removed him from house. I ran to the door and bolted it hoping that it would put up a better between me and would be killer than my bed room door did.

My neighbour returned and then rushed me to the UWI hospital where I was examined and treated. I reached a total of FOUR STITCHES INSIDE MY EYE AT WO DIFFERENT LOCSATIONS INSIDE THE EYE. THREE STIRCHES FOUR THE CHOP ON MY FOREHEAD. There wasn’t much that they could do for my other body injuries. My entire face is now swollen. My head aces all over, my neck is stiff and is in immense pain.

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

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ARMOR of STEEL

I think its freakin mental!!!! Also my friend told me much more of the stories from JA that we don't normally hear about. Sick, badmind.

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

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ARMOR of STEEL

Yea I'm positive there are crap like that everywhere. Heck look at all the serial killers and mass murderers the USA breeds. I read the "True Crime" series, I know the gory details.

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.