Based on a true story.
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Growing up without a father from the age of 3 years old, Talandas (Killer Kane) Heirloom tried his best to stay away from bad influences. The city of Inkster and Golden City, Michigan had exploded in crime. Dahlia, a mother of four, moved to Inkster knowing it was a tough place to live. Inkster seemed no different than the inner city of Detroit; so, she moved to Golden City, where she resides to this day. Talandas (Killer Kane) Heirloom earned the street name, Killer Kane and began to run with the worst of them.
Killer Kane turned into something he never was. Dahlia, confused, prayed for her son. Killer Kane joined a gang called U.B.N. in Inkster, Michigan. Doing anything to survive, he faced life and death consistently.
One incident tested the faith of his gang members. Killer Kane swore his life to them. Would he live or die for the U.B.N gang? No one but God knew what Talandas’s fate was. In and out of jail multiple times, people would often feel his wrath. Dahlia knew where he was headed. She just prayed for the best.
Only sixteen, he thought he was living the exciting life of a thug. What was in store for Talandas and his gang? Did Talandas get life or death?
Talandas Amid Heirloom was born July 20, 1990, the day the Detroit Pistons won the championship. Dahlia, feeding her baby, watched the game unfold and the celebration that followed. “You can’t touch this” by MC Hammer was the celebratory song for the champions. It was printed on T-shirts for all to know that Detroit held the basketball championship. Dahlia, happy to be a mom, even though she was young, did what she had to do to raise her child.
As time went on, Dahlia and Manure had two more boys, Woodrow and Valentino. When Talandas turned 3 his mom and dad divorced. Dahlia filed for child support and was alone raising three boys. The divorce was Dahlia’s choice, choosing to end an abusive marriage from her son’s father. She was tired of the fighting and did not want her sons raised in an abusive home.
Elated for once in her life, she had peace. No arguing or fighting, no womanizing man in her life. She was focused on raising her boys. She didn’t believe in bringing just anyone around her boys; she wasn’t looking for a dad and definitely didn’t want someone coming into her house trying to run things. She was an independent woman and wanted to stay that way. Dahlia was holding her own, not asking her ex husband for a dime. Although she filed for child support, his broke ass paid none of it, but she still maintained without it.
Trying to make a way for her sons, Dahlia had some struggles but managed to come out smelling like a rose every time. She had some wilted petals, but they revived over time.
Dahlia lived in the city of River Rouge from 1993 until 2001, on Campbell Street between Jefferson and Schaefer. For eight years she resided there and was ready to move because the owner of the home was dying from cancer and she knew the house would wind up in probate.
In the summer of 2001, Dahlia brought her children to Detroit and found a five bedroom home on Cedarlawn, in the Wyoming and Plymouth area. Talandas began to fraternize with some kids in the neighborhood that were not good. She warned him and forbade him from communicating with them. Talandas still tried hanging with them anyway. Dahlia told Talandas, “If you get in any trouble dealing with them and a cop or anybody shows up at my door, I am gonna whip your ass cause I done told you.” Talandas wasn’t a troubled child as far as the law was concerned, but she knew if he continued to hang out with those kids, it would all change.
Sometime during the summer 2001, a man knocked on Dahlia’s door and her son, Talandas, was standing beside him. The man spoke, “I caught your son and these young men in my yard; they were trying to steal my motor bikes.”
Dahlia angrily flung open the screen door saying to Talandas, “Didn’t I tell you, if you got brought home with this nonsense, I was tagging your ass? Get in here, now! Upstairs!” Turning back to the man, she spoke, “I apologize sir. My son has never done this before, but trust and believe me, you won’t catch that little nigga back on your property again. Now these other little niggas ain’t my problem; they live down the street.” As soon as Dahlia closed her door, she grabbed her belt and stormed upstairs to Talandas’s room. Not asking any questions, Dahlia started whipping his ass saying, “Didn’t I tell your little ass if you got brought home, you belong to me? I done told you to stay away from them little bad ass kids. You like stealing? This is what happens to thieves in my house.” The whipping stopped and Talandas rubbed his behind, mad, but what the hell could he do? He had been warned. Talandas knew Dahlia wasn’t holding up any ass whippings if he needed one, but he tested the waters and drowned that day. He stayed away from those kids.
School was starting in a month, and Dahlia was ready for school to start back because Talandas was again slipping in the streets. He was choosing the wrong kind of folks to call friends. He was having trouble in school, always getting suspended, and Dahlia just didn’t understand that. She was the kind of mother that went to every parent/teacher conference and stayed on her kids about an education, but Talandas just couldn’t function in school, it seemed.
On a cold, snowy day, Dahlia’s phone rang. A voice on the other end said, “Ms. Heirloom, this is Mrs. Daggers, the principal at Drew Middle School. We need you to come pick up your son. He is being suspended for running in the hallway.” Dahlia hung up the phone with no reply and headed to the school.
Walking into the school’s main office, she hears Talandas saying, “What are you talking about?”
Then a man’s voice says, “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” After hearing that, Dahlia followed the voices as they kept talking. She finds her son and a man searching him.
Dahlia stepped in between the man and Talandas asking, “What is going on here? Who are you to be searching my son? He’s only being suspended for running in the hallway.”
The man said aggressively, “Ma’am I am a police officer …
Dahlia interrupted, “I don’t care about you being no damn cop; how the hell you going to search my son for running in the damn hallway? That doesn’t require a cop searching no damn kid! Now get your hands off my son.” Out of the blue, an arm wrapped around Dahlia’s neck trying to bend her backwards, but she flipped the individual off her back.
It was a man getting up off the floor, yelling, “Ma’am, you just assaulted an officer!”
Dahlia angry yelled back, “You did not identify yourself as an officer. Your big ass came from behind and grabbed me in a choke hold and got flipped. Assault my ass!” Throwing her hands behind her back, she uttered, “Talandas, go home now, you are done here, and you dumb ass cops, this shit won’t stick.”
As Dahlia was being escorted out of the office, parents stood and clapped saying, “Girl, that’s right, they wrong as hell! Yep, we heard everything. That was some bullshit.” That evening they cited Dahlia with disorderly conduct and fined her $50. Dahlia contacted her mom and told her where her stash of cash was so she could come and bail her out cause the dumb ass cops would not go into her property to retrieve her money so she could make bail. Twenty minutes later Dahlia’s mom showed up, and she was bailed out.
Drew Middle School expelled Talandas from their school indefinitely because he had several suspensions from that school and Dahlia preferred Talandas attend another school anyway. Dahlia was angry with Talandas because she had no choice but to homeschool him. She had to go through Lansing to do so. She homeschooled him for an entire year, hoping to get him back on track. When he returned to school in 2002, he was in his correct grade but in a different school. Talandas attended Noble Middle school. It was a long time before he got suspended.
In 2003 Dahlia met a man by the name of Ripley. Ripley and Dahlia met on a chat line and talked on the phone privately for 8 weeks before he was allowed to come to her home. Dahlia and Ripley set a date for him to rendezvous with her. It was on a Thursday night, in July. Dahlia prepared dinner for her children and made them go to bed around 10:00 p.m. An hour later Ripley showed up. Dahlia wasn’t concerned with him being a nut job because he was a gentleman on the phone, and when they met face to face, he was a complete gentleman, very mild mannered. They laughed, talked, and had a great night; they were enjoying each other’s company. Before long, it was 3:00 am. Ripley, being the gentlemen he was, stated, “I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Dahlia; however, I must be going, sweetie, I have to work tomorrow. I’ll call after work.” Kissing her on the cheek Dahlia opened the door, walked onto the porch with him, then made sure he was safely inside of his car.
Dahlia and Ripley developed a relationship over time. She could not believe there were still some good men out in the world. She had been with Manure from the tender age of 15 until she was 22, so all Dahlia knew was his terrible ways. Ripley and Dahlia became the best of friends. Ripley came to escort Dahlia one night when he accidentally met Dahlia’s eldest son, Talandas, as he was entering the house. Dahlia’s sons were on their way to their grandma’s house to stay while Dahlia went on her date, and her daughter, Tyler, was gone to her dad’s for the weekend. Dahlia and Ripley had been dating for 4 months, but he never saw Dahlia’s kids in person. He only saw their pictures on the wall. Two months later, Dahlia finally let Ripley meet her other two sons, Woodrow and Valentino. Dahlia’s daughter, Tyler, he was not permitted to meet yet, but in due time he would.