Die, Monster, Die!

Rix Roundtree-harrison

 

When I returned home to Virginia after living in Washington DC for two decades, my mental health was in shambles. Due to a crack cocaine addiction, I was depressed and constantly wishing I would die. Even though, while in DC, I had not lost my job or home, due to my addiction I could feel trouble looming on the horizon. So, to try to head off that trouble, I put myself into the VA (Veteran Administration) drug treatment rehab program. I also attended NA (Narcotics Anonymous) 12-step meetings. But I still couldn’t stop crack. I realized I had to leave DC in order to heal myself. So, I quit a wonderful job that I loved at the Daughters of the American Revolution and I left Washington DC, the city that I loved. Now, 10 years later I’m beginning to wonder, was it my decision to leave my job and DC to fight addiction, or was it the machinations of the fingers of fate?

 

Upon returning home to Virginia, my crack addiction suddenly came to an end. I thought it a miracle. But was it? I felt there was something beyond my control going on with the easy ending of my addiction. What it was I didn’t know. But I knew this, everything in life happens for a reason. Now current events have me believing that fate sent me home, not only to heal me, but to save my family’s home from an evil child molesting cop killing monster. The monster is a renegade rogue former cop named Michael Anderson. From my current perspective, it appears that I was destined to do battle with the Anderson Monster. I would learn that the monster was involved in many crimes including bank robbery, arson, theft, drugs, prostitution, rape, child molestation and murder. I would also learn that the monster’s diseased body was riddled with AIDS. When I learned of the Anderson Monster’s impending death from AIDS, my gleeful mantra, which I lifted from a classic horror film, became “Die, Monster, Die!”

 

After I returned home from DC, I would learn that Michael Anderson had taken over 5 homes in my mom’s neighborhood. One of them was the former family home of the deceased legendary NASCAR driver and local celebrity, Bert Jackson. Mr. Anderson got control of these homes by using a camera connected to a satellite. This camera had a 15-mile radius and could zoom inside the home. With this camera he’d look into people’s home to see if he could find something to blackmail them with. If he discovered illegal drugs in the home, he’d approach the family, tell them what he’d learned and then blackmail the family with, “Turn your home over to me. If you don’t, I’ll arrest you for drug possession.” Add to that, if the family whose home he took over had children, he would tell the family, “I’m having sex with your children, and your wife. If you resist me, I’ll have you arrested on drug charges.” Sixty frightened families surrendered their homes to Mr. Anderson. He took over their homes, raped their children and stole their money. Unbeknownst to myself or my family, long before I left DC and moved back home, Michael Anderson was trying to devise a plan to add my mom’s home to his small collection of purloined properties. But my mom has never done drugs, doesn’t have a criminal record or any young children living in the house. So, there was nothing he could blackmail her with.

 

When I arrived home from DC, Michael Anderson thought his prayers had been answered. He dug into my life and discovered I was a recovering addict. He thought he could use that information to blackmail me to get my mom’s house. But no, I couldn’t be blackmailed either. So, I was not an answer to his prayer. Actually, I turned out to be his worst nightmare. When I learned of his homes hoarding plot, I quickly put a stop to it. I told the then police officer in no uncertain terms, “You come inside my mother’s house, you won’t leave it alive.” After I said that to him, he never ever made that threat again. My bold proclamation brought his dreams of having my mom’s house to an end. But it wasn’t over as the Anderson Monster would soon learn that which I already knew, everything happens for a reason.

 

After I brought Michael Anderson’s dream of house takeover to an end, he then tried to kill me. Not once, but five times. The first time was 10 years ago when I returned home from DC. He used poison as the preferred method to murder me. That attempt failed. The last time he tried to kill me was the Friday after Thanksgiving 2024. I was at the Chevrolet dealership to get my car’s oil changed. While the service technicians weren’t watching, the Anderson Monster sneaked into the service bay and removed the lug-nuts from the front wheel of my car. This was an attempt to kill me and make it look like a car accident. But for whatever reason, fate didn’t want me dead and I survived all the murder attempts. But after the failed car dealership murder attempt, the genuinely sorry dealership management gave me 5 years of free oil changes. So, life is sweet. Michael Anderson didn’t kill me and I won’t have to pay for expensive oil changes for 5 years. So, I’m alive, happy and saving money. Because I love saving money people call me cheap. I'm not cheap, I'm frugal . . . there's a difference.

 

After failing at trying to take my mom’s home and my life, I made it my mission to learn everything I could about Michael Anderson. Learning about the Anderson Monster was easy. In order to try to frighten and intimidate me, he bragged about all the children, people and families he’s hurt, raped or killed. I would learn, from the actual horse’s ass’ mouth, that he dropped out of school in the early 1970’s. From the 70’s to present day, that man has been involved in the murders of over 70 people (9 of them cops), raped 27 children and killed 11 children (2 of them his own). When I learned these horrible things, I wasn’t intimidated. I made it my mission to tell everyone in the Richmond and Henrico police departments, the Virginia criminal justice system, Virginia politics and the local newspapers, the Richmond Free Press, the Henrico Citizen and the Richmond Times Dispatch, about the Anderson Monster in order to get this dangerous killer behind bars.

 

I mentioned that Michael Anderson was involved in over 70 murders. The murders took place over a 50-year period. His first kill was his father, which took place in 1975 when Mr. Anderson was a teenager. His most recent kill took place a few months ago. He killed a police officer who was going to turn him in for child rape. That averages out to 1.4 murders a year for 50 years by Mr. Anderson. I learned that in one of the homes he took over, he killed two brothers. They were the Tinsley brothers. In 2005 he killed both brothers because together they owed him $15.00. Yes, you read right, $15 dollars! That’s $7.50 per brother. That lunatic took two men’s lives over $7.50. At another home he took over, he raped the homeowners’ wife. He raped her because she too owed him money. He wanted to humiliate her and make an example of her. So he raped her in her own backyard, in broad daylight, so all the neighbors could see her humiliation. Another person Michael Anderson tried to kill was Henrico County Chief of Police, Eric English. He wanted to kill Chief English because he was going to have Anderson arrested for a sex-trafficking child prostitution ring that the monster had been operating since 1997. His attempt to kill Chief English failed. So that means that out of the over 70 people that Mr. Anderson killed, Chief English and I are the only survivors. This will blow your mind. The Anderson Monster has been banned from the last refuge for those who have lost everything – homeless shelters. Well, according to the Department of Justice, Mr. Anderson is a serial killer. He kidnapped raped and murdered 9 homeless children from area homeless shelters. After learning this I contacted Henrico Country Child Protective Services. To my surprise HCCPS was familiar with Mr. Anderson. They said, “Michael Anderson! I thought some parent would have killed him a long time ago!” That’s when I learned he has a history of molesting children. So, I contacted Shannon Taylor, Henrico County’s Commonwealth Attorney, and she put people on the Michael Anderson case. I also made the state’s governor, congressman and senator all aware of the monster, Michael Anderson.

 

Eventually the United States Department of Justice got involved in the Michael Anderson situation. Working together, the local police and the Justice Department uncovered video footage of Mr. Anderson killing two of his kids, some of the homeless children he kidnapped raped and murdered, sexually molesting minors and confessing to killing Henrico County police officer LeQuan Hughes. I considered Officer Hughes a friend, so his murder was very distressing for me.

 

The Justice Department and the local police wondered why Mr. Anderson’s murder attempts hadn’t frightened me. They would learn that I wasn’t afraid of dying. That’s because in order to pay back to the future for having had the privilege of living in the past, I’d arranged for the research and study of my body after my death. After I die my body goes to Howard University School of Medicine for medical research. My DNA goes to the pentagon for their Enhance Warfighter Performance program. This program is focused on improving the physical, cognitive, and overall well-being of the soldiers of the future. The goal is to create technologically enhanced lethal soldiers modified by science. The body of the soldier of the future will be impervious to pain, easily fight off disease and heal combat wounds quickly. These soldiers will possess an enhanced mind that stays sharp and focused in battle. Imagine that, my DNA being used to try and create the super-soldier of the future, an actual Captain America. How cool is that? So after my death, be it natural or murder, I will still be helping others. Thus, there was nothing the Anderson Monster could do to stop me.

 

You’re probably wondering how Mr. Anderson got away with murder for so many years. I did to, and I found the answer. It was another renegade rogue cop, a senior officer who’d been with the police department for 40 years. He shielded Anderson crimes from the police for years. This 40-year veteran did it because he too was caught up in Michael Anderson’s child sex-trafficking business. So he covered for Anderson to protect himself. But now, Michael Anderson has been arrested and jailed. It took 10 years to make this happen but I never gave up. The Department of Justice said they are pleased with how I handled all this. They said others would have been fearful and given up after all that time. But I never gave up. I kept trying to bring Michael Anderson’s crimes to light. It took ten years to expose the Anderson Monster, but it was worth it as the whole thing changed me in a myriad of positive ways.

 

Now, about the Henrico/Richmond police departments and the Department of Justice. They are all wonderful. They actually thanked me sticking with it and bringing this shielded murderer to their attention. Though I told them I didn’t need protection from Michael Anderson, they watched me anyway to make sure no harm came to me. Something good came out of this as the Department of Justice deleted my previous arrest from 1985. They learned what I already knew, I was set up by now fired former renegade cop Len L. Marshall. I never did anything to warrant being arrested. But I didn’t fight it as I saw it as my word vs the word of a police officer and I wouldn’t be believed. So, I accepted this false arrest and lived with it for decades. During the Department of Justice’s Michael Anderson investigation, they looked into my past arrest and discovered that yes, I was falsely arrested. I was set up by a friend of the Anderson Monster, another former renegade cop, Roman Lambert. So the false arrest was removed from my record. Now thanks to the Department of Justice, I have no criminal record. But prior to its removal, I instructed the police not to remove the arrest. I wanted the arrest record to stay as a reminder. I wanted to remind people that though my false arrest was set up by former police officers, I didn’t crumble or fall into despair and depression. The embarrassment of that false arrest caused me to examine my life and make changes. I enrolled in Virginia Commonwealth University. After graduation I moved to Washington DC where I lived a wonderful life. The wonderful life that came my way was all due to being falsely arrested by Officer Len L. Marshall. But the Justice Department ignored my request and removed the false arrest from my record anyway. I’m cool with it because from this I learned that it may take time but eventually justice is served, vindication achieved and wrongs are made right.

 

Thanks to Michael Anderson, I’ve learned some interesting things about myself. One of them is, don’t make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry. If you do make me angry, prepare yourself for battle. From the beginning, I warned the Anderson Monster to stop trying to hurt and kill me. He didn’t. Then I told him to go buy my first book (as some of you did), The Older You get The Dumber You Get, and learn about the person he was threatening. I wanted him to learn what I was all about so that he could get himself ready for a nasty fight. He didn’t. Instead, in an attempt to get me killed, he told people that I’d raped my children. I don’t have any nor do I hurt children. Anderson’s dangerous lie caused me to issue my second warning. I told him because of that raping children lie he fabricated; I was going to take everything from him. I informed him that I was taking his job, his car, his home, his money, his SSI (Supplemental Security Income), his family, his friends and his freedom. I said I was taking everything and leaving him with nothing. Ten years later, I’ve kept my promise. I’ve taken everything, absolutely everything, from him, including his mind. He is now going crazy because of all I’ve taken from him and exposed about him to the public. Now, all he has left is his miserable life and that will be over soon as he’s dying from AIDS. Yes AIDS, a fitting punishment for a diseased monster who raped 27 children and gave them HIV. Now I hope you understand my manta Die, Monster, Die!

 

Believe it or not, I tried to save Michael Anderson’s lousy life and keep him from dying from AIDS. Before I learned he was trying to kill me and raping children, I learned that he had HIV, the virus that causes AIDS. I told him that HIV is a manageable chronic condition that can be treated to keep it from turning into AIDS. Because I considered the Anderson Monster a disease carrying public health menace, I implored him to get his HIV treated. I told him that if he didn’t have transportation, I’d get him to a doctor. If the whole thing filled him with fear, I’d basically hold his hand (support him) through the entire process. If he wanted anonymity or having a problem with money, I knew how to hook him up with the area free clinic called Health Brigade. He told me, “F*** you Mr. Harrison. You don’t know what the f*** you’re talking about.” So, to spite me, he never got treatment for his HIV. Now that he’s weeks away from dying of AIDS he’s telling folks, “I wish I’d listened to Mr. Harrison. I’m so sorry.” I sent the message back to him, “Too late now fool. Just accept your self-inflicted AIDS death sentence and die fool die. Oh, and as for your apology, you should be giving your apologies to the families of the people whose lives you took.”

 

Believe it or not, parts of the deadly Michael Anderson drama have been comical. Officers in both the Richmond and Henrico police departments chuckle when they tell the story of how I tricked Mr. Anderson into Central State Hospital, originally known as the Central Lunatic Asylum. I told Mr. Anderson to tell a judge, “Mr. Harrison’s hearing voices inside is head. I know because I hear his voices in my head.” Foolishly, Mr. Anderson did just as I instructed. After hearing his admission, the judge thought Mr. Anderson loony bin material and locked him in Central State. But, after the judge learned of my trickery, he released Anderson from the hospital. I wondered aloud, “I put a crazy man in the crazy house. What did I do wrong?” After Mr. Anderson was released from the asylum, he threatened the judge who had him released with death. After Mr. Anderson threatened the judge’s life, the judge realized I was right, Mr. Anderson has i-s-s-u-e-s, ISSUES – and put him back into Central State Hospital.

 

When Michael Anderson’s daunting inexplicable deadly acts overwhelmed me, I would wonder how much more could my mental health take. Then in my mind the answer came to me, “God does not give you more than you can handle.” In the fall of 2024, I learned about the deaths of Michael Anderson’s daughter and niece. He threw them to their deaths from his third-floor apartment window. He killed the children because, “They were being disobedient.” They were disobedient because they didn’t want to have sex with the men that the Anderson Monster was pimping them out to. After learning this, I didn’t handle the horror of the two murdered children to well. So, I called my psychiatrist and pleaded for an emergency non-scheduled appointment to discuss this troubling revelation. But with my psychiatrist’s help, by April 2025, I’d bounced back and am doing extremely well.

 

I’m sorry and saddened so many people’s lives were altered or taken by Michael Anderson. But for me it’s so inexplicably strange. The whole Michael Anderson affair changed me in a myriad of positive ways. I began the 21st century depressed and wanting to die. I believed I was the dumbest stupidest most worthless creature on the planet Earth. I get to the mid-2020’s and I’m a whole new person. Gone are the days of depression and wishing to die. I’ve a positive mental attitude, I’m emotionally strong and loaded with self-esteem. I’m so pleased with what I’ve become, every morning I wake up singing – seriously, I do. Thanks to Mr. Anderson, I’ve been given a personality upgrade. I’ve learned to use sarcasm comically and effectively; thus, I’ve become whimsically scathing. I’ve dubbed this strong, confident, funny, caustic yet interesting new me, “Mr. Harrison 2.0.” And guess what? I like him. Yes, I like myself, and it’s all due to Michael Anderson. So, thank you Michael Anderson for trying to kill me. You will never know what a wonderful thing you did for me. You literally saved me and changed my life for the better. I know I already owe you so much, but if it’s not asking too much, could you do me one last favor? Could you Die, Monster, Die! for me . . . please? As the Anderson Monster slowly dies from AIDS, I asked him, "How long will your dying take? I’m tired of waiting for you to kick the bucket. Could you pick up the pace . . . please?" He then had the nerve to call me a pain in the ass. Me? I couldn’t believe it! Insulted, I said to him, “I’m a pain in the ass? Good! That means I’m doing something right.” I’ve exposed the Anderson Monster’s evil doings and thwarted him at every turn. Now he’s expressing his fears of both going to prison and dying of AIDS. I’m glad he’s fearful. I’m glad he’s dying. The impending death of this murderous pedophile makes me smile and exclaim aloud my mantra Die, Monster, Die!

 

Many times, I told the police departments, I was not angry with them. As far as I was concerned, they’d been duped by renegade cop Roman Lambert. Mr. Lambert was fired from the Richmond police when they discovered he was a child molester. After he was fired, he was angry and wanted revenge against the police department that had fired him. So, he became a parole officer. As a parole officer he had access to police computers. With access to these computers, to get his revenge, he deleted the parolee’s criminal past and placed dozen of his friends with hidden criminal records on both the Richmond and Henrico police department’s payroll. And that’s how Michael Anderson became a police officer, via Roman Lambert. He was never actually hired by the police department. So as far as I was concerned, I was involved in a personal private battle between the Anderson Monster and myself. I feel that former officers Michael Anderson, Roman Lambert and Len L. Marshall are anomalies. They do not represent the entirety of the police departments. The Henrico and Richmond police departments are filled with dedicated, hardworking, customer service oriented professional police officers who are always happy and willing to help the citizens. Thanks to the police’s belief in this citizen, I’m better, happier and stronger. Thanks to the help I received for both police departments, I believe, just like with the military, police officers across the country should also be told regularly, “Thank you for your service.” They aren’t, so to show my thanks for their service, several times during the year at certain holidays I give both the Richmond and Henrico police departments Krispy Kreme donuts. No, not days old Krispy Kreme donuts from grocers like Food Lion of Kroger. No, I get them hot and fresh donuts right off the conveyor belt at the local Krispy Kreme doughnut shoppe.

 

I want you to know this piece was not written in anger because Michael Anderson tried to kill me. No, it’s written for the 27 children this monster raped and the 11 he killed. Several of them were his own kids and grandkids. I want his surviving abused children to get the medical, psychological and financial help they need. Because of the decades of abuse he’d heaped upon them, and to hide the horrors that were taking place inside their home, he denied his children friends, schooling, healthcare (physical and mental), food assistance and other government-funded programs that provide financial or other assistance to children in need. Now the Anderson Monster, the man who is their father, grandfather and uncle, has been arrested and jailed. Believe it or not, his family is happy that he has been apprehended. Now, for the first time in decades, they are free of his domineering abuse and control. Now that they are free of Michael Anderson, his family is free to take advantage of the social services that this monster denied them.

 

I also wrote this for the 9 police officers Michael Anderson murdered to keep them from exposing his rape and murder of children. For these 9 police officers and the police all across the nation who were killed in the line of duty, this is what I want. I want you readers to thank your local police for their service. They are the first to respond when disasters, natural or man-made, occur. They protect our kids while they are in school. But most important of all, they protect us and keep us safe from criminal monsters like Michael Anderson. After all, the mission of the police is ‘To protect and serve,’ and they do a fantastic job. Just imagine what your lives, your communities, your cities and your towns would be like if your local police didn’t exist. Just like our military, our local police face danger each day. At the beginning of their workday they don’t know if they will be alive to go home to their family at workday’s end. Unfortunately, the Anderson Monster illustrates this as he killed 9 of his police comrades who were attempting to do their duty and bring him to justice. So, I feel that our local police are worthy of a simple, “Thank you.” Or, you can drop off a box of donuts to your local police station. They’d appreciate it. Nothing says “Thank you” like donuts. Oh, brownies and cupcakes work too.

 

Young African Americans and people of color. Our nation’s history of systemic race related problems with the police is well known. But what is also well known is the commitment and efforts our nation’s police departments, politicians and community activists put into solving problems between the police and communities of color. Helping solve problems is everyone’s responsibility, so think about this. If you haven’t decided on a career path, give some thought to a career in law enforcement. The more voices of people of color involved in law enforcement discourse, the better the exchange of ideas and views that could lead to systemic change. I’ll give you an example. In the late 50s, my cousin Fred Crawford became a St. Petersburg Florida police officer. It was during the time of segregation. As a Black police officer he wasn’t allowed to patrol White neighborhoods or arrest White lawbreakers. If he encountered a White person in the commission of a crime, he had to call in White officers to arrest the White law breaker. Fred and 11 Black officers calling themselves “The Courageous 12,” challenged the system. They took the system to court, beat the system, and changed the system. Thanks to their efforts, they could now police effectively, patrolling all neighborhoods and arresting lawbreakers no matter their race or zip code. Read all about it here: https://baynews9.com/fl/tampa/news/2019/05/18/freddie-l--crawford--former-officer-and-member-of--courageous-12---dies

 

Fresh news. Michael Anderson’s court date is September 19th 2025. The death penalty was abolished in Virginia in 2021. But being that Anderson murdered 70+ people, he’s considered a special circumstance. Thus the Commonwealth Attorney is seeking the death penalty. If the judge in the case agrees, Anderson will die via the gas chamber. Also, according to Anderson’s physician, AIDS could end his life by December 2025. So no matter Mr. Anderson’s end, he will soon “Die, Monster, Die!”

 

Thanxz 4 reading. Now if you, or someone you care about, need help . . .

 

​988 SUICIDE And CRISIS LIFELINE: Dial 988 or 1-800-273-8255 or 988lifeline.org  

 

​SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) or samhsa.gov

 

​NAMI (The National Alliance on Mental Illness) Helpline:  Monday - Friday, 10 a.m. – 10 p.m., ET: 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) or info@nami.org

 

Lesbian Gay Bisexual and Transgender National Hotline: 1-888-843-4564 or help@LGBThotline.org

 

 

 

 

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