The Real Deal (Part 4)
y the time Cliven reached eighteen, he’d already become a talented dirt-work equipment operator. He was registered with the Union as a Journeyman and would get called to work all over the west, working even as far away as Los Angeles, driving a paddle scraper to level land for building pads. While working there in 1965, the fella he was working for “kinda went bankrupt” so, the John Deere manager came to him and asked if Cliven wanted to take over the payments on the equipment and continue working. He agreed, thinking that it seemed to be a good opportunity.
One of his jobs was on the south side of Los Angeles. He positioned his equipment at the job site and checked into a nearby hotel so he could just walk to work. He had left his car back in Long Beach, figuring that once he was done with his current job, he would just move to another job.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
The Real Deal (Part 3)
He continued. “I had about three months of doctorin’ and stretchin’ the tubes ’til I was 14. Then, I started gettin’ better. It’s what kept me outta Vietnam or I’d gone for sure. I was one of the first in the draft.” Cliven was now looking down from the screen of the TV mounted high on the wall above.
“After high school, I just went to farmin’ … didn’t really like school, so college never entered my mind. I like running equipment,” he stated with conviction.
“At four years old, my dad got a new Ford tractor. When it was delivered, I want to be the one to drive it off the trailer, in fact I insisted. Now, that’s a big deal for an adult, let alone a little kid. He set up ’em ramps on the lowboy trailer and said ‘get up there, then!’ so I did. I back that brand-new tractor right off ’a there! Right down them ramps! By eight, I was drivin’ it alone, using both feet to press down the clutch. I was still a little guy and I didn’t have enough 36 strength to push down the clutch with one leg. So, I’d swing my other leg over on the left side and just stand on the clutch with both feet. Shift the gears, then hop back up onto the seat. My momma, worr’in’ like mommas do, asked me one day; ‘What if you get into trouble?’ ‘I just turn off the key,’ I told her with great confidence.
The Real Deal (Part 2)
The Real Deal (Part 1)
The next day I was sitting at one of those metal tables in the day room, trying to catch up on the news, when Cliven came over and sat down. “I’ve got a problem, maybe you can help me,” he says. “Okay, shoot,” I reply, thinking, here it comes, his whack-a-doo story.
Almost everyone in the detention center is in the midst of fighting their court case, so it’s natural to see them struggling mentally and emotionally with what is happening to them, their families, their career, and their future. Some are in deep depression, while others are fighting mad as they try to get their mind wrapped around their disastrous circumstances. Why would Cliven be any different? Even more so, his case is by far the most publicly publicized I’ve ever seen. If the government gets its way, he’ll never see the light of day, but will be in prison for years and years. That kind of thing weighs on a man.
Related Injustice: The Bundy and Trump Investigations
In late March, the Department of Justice (DOJ) moved again against Cliven Bundy’s family, this time requesting dismissal of Ryan Bundy’s lawsuit against several government officials arising from the government’s handling of the so-called “Bunkerville Standoff.”
Bundy’s lawsuit – filed last year – names former Attorneys General Jeff Sessions, Loretta Lynch and Eric Holder and former BLM Director Neil Kornze as well as ex-FBI Director James Comey. The suit accuses them of “illegal search and seizure and excessive force, but also subsequent meritless illegal and malicious prosecution.”