The Beginning

Monday, July 26, 1976
6:46am..Jamie Faye Clark was born to Linda Faye (Quinn) Clark & George James (Jack) Clark III at Baptist Hospital in Nashville, TN. My mom was the fifth child of 12 and my dad was the oldest of 5 kids. My mom and dad were married for 2 years before I came along. After I was born my dad started to get jealous of me. He started doing heavy drugs and drinking. He would often abuse my mom both physically and mentally. At 9 months old, my mom had enough and they divorced. My dad never came around, unless he had a new girlfriend to impress. The courts had him pay $20.00 per week in child support which he rarely did. He told my mom he wasn't paying her money to "blow" on herself. I remember having to wait at my aunt's house every other Friday for him to pick me up for visitations. I would intentionally fall asleep thinking that if he showed up, my mom wouldn't wake me up and I wouldn't have to go. (that's how bad I hated to go with him) He would get me maybe once every 3 months. I remember once when he had me, his girlfriend was over (i was maybe 7) and he beat her so bad that I remember him bringing a limp body down the stairs and we rushed her to the hospital.

The next girlfriend I remember, he married, I remember her being very mean to me. I was 9 years old and she would make me stay outside all day. Even made me use the restroom outside. That marriage lasted a couple of years. Then he married my current step mother (due to her being pregnant with my 1/2 sister). They are still married to this day but he has had several affairs. We even ran into him and his mistress out one day. So when I was in high school I was the typical brat teenager and was outta control. My mom made me go live with my dad, she couldn't handle me anymore. I was running around with a "bad crowd" of kids. Mainly she didn't like that I had a black boyfriend. But with my high school being 75% black. What do you expect?

So living with my dad, whom I seen maybe once every 3 months, was fun at first. He had the fancy car and big  house. Then he started being mean. He would come home from work and look at my sister and say look at my princess, then he would look at me and say what kind of trouble have u gotten into today? When I didn't do anything. That left a lasting effect on me and made me start having anger toward my sister. So after several months of living with him, he and his wife said that I stole a ring. A ring that cost over 1/2 a million dollars. 1st of all why would you keep a ring of that value in your house? So how i found out was I was at school and I was called to the office and for 3 days straight I was grilled by two  detectives. Crying through the whole thing I was so scared. On day 4 my dad tells me not to ride the bus that he would pick me up after school. He picks me up after school, the next morning I wake up and he tells me to get ready he was taking me somewhere. After i got in the truck, he tells me that they found the ring, that I dropped it the day I got into the truck, when he picked me up at school. Well if I had a half a million dollar ring I wouldn't have it at school where I was being grilled for 3 days for it and I would make sure not to freaking drop it in his truck.
So he takes me to my mom's house. On our way he gets a phone call stating that my mom was in a car wreck on her way home. He tells me that she's hurt really bad and not sure if she's going to make it and that it's all my fault for being "bad". (you have to understand my mom was my rock) My world came crashing down. We waited, at a waffle house, to hear more. After about an hour we went to the hospital to pick my mom up. She was fine, just bruises and scrapes. She was never in bad shape, he just lied to make me feel bad. I was so happy and relieved to see my mom, and she was ok. He dropped me and her off at her apartment. I had no clothes, but what I had on my back and he left no money for my mom to take care of me. (she had just moved into an apartment, she lived with her sister for a while and sold everything she had. well then she moved into a one bedroom apartment with a bed and a tv on a cardboard box.) After the wreck she couldn't work for a month. So after 3 days go by my grandmother (my dad's mom) calls my mom and tells her that all my stuff was over her house in bags. We go to get them and they had all been slashed, holes in them and every porcelain doll I had was broken. Nothing in those bags were salvageable. (who does that?)

I had to end up going to juvenile court on this ring and the judge threw the case out calling it a phantom ring.