If you take off the makeup, pull the wig off, lose the clown clothes and shoes, you will find that there is more to Tommy the clown than meets the eye. Born and raised in Detroit, Thomas Jefferson (his birth name) was no stranger to tragic events. He remembers the events as if they happened yesterday:
“My mom got shot 3 times in her head. I remember she was in bed, lying on the floor with a pool of blood around. I remember going to the hospital and seeing her bald headed. I had 2 sisters and a brother. We lived in a poor neighborhood and my mom was a single parent. My dad was not in my life, even though he was around. We were just a family trying to survive in Detroit. “
Eventually, they moved to Los Angeles, CA where Tommy had to then deal with the drug invested neighborhoods. “I remember when I came to L.A. I tried to play football in a little school league, but I lived in a drug infested area. I became my surroundings.” This caused him to get into trouble, which landed him in jail for five years. After his release, he decided to change things around. He got a job as a clerk and began his transition back into society. One day, a co-worker asked him to be a clown at her child’s birthday party and the rest is history.
Read more about Tommy in PISE Magazine's Back to School Edition.
Larrell, an ex-homosexual, speaks out against the whole gay lifestyle and shares her story of deliverance from what she says was a path leading her to destruction. This is Larrell’s story.
I was raised in the church by my mother and grandmother since the age of two. However, it was a watered down church. I would say I had a normal childhood. For about six years, I lived the life of an only child until my brother was born. I was a cheerleader in Jr. High School, and played sports throughout my childhood.
Around the age of six or seven, I remember being molested. I forgot about that ever happening, but God brought it back to my remembrance. While my mother worked the graveyard shift, I was left in the care of her good friend who had a daughter close to my age. She was around six or seven, also. She molested me. At the time, I just did the things she asked me to do. Touch her here and touch her there. This went on for about three months until I no longer had to be in that environment.
From that point on, I was attracted to the same gender. I didn’t know why, or what to do about it. People just didn’t speak of such things, and the few people at my high school who were openly gay were ostracized and talked about by peers. I tried talking to someone at my church, but they just brushed it off. I was even told by my godfather that it was just a phase and would go away. People assume just because you’re raised in the church you’re automatically Christian and saved, but you have to know Christ personally. I continued to live with these feelings until a sequence of tragic events thrust me completely into the homosexual lifestyle.
Read more about Larrel inPISE Magazine Back to School Edition.re
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