Justice and Truth For Micah "Bunky" Cotnam

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Justice and Truth For Micah "Bunky" Cotnam Micah was murdered. The police ruled it a su***de without any investigation.For months he was being stalked and threatened.The police refuse to investigate
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03/11/2024

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19/08/2024
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15/07/2024

I feel like the shock of losing Micah followed by the cruelty of the detective, the medical examiner, the coroner and the deputy coroner has affected me in ways that I never imagined. My mind has been fractured and as I feel it coming back together i am realizing that I am not ever going to be the same. I will never see the same, I will never think the same and I will never feel the same. My priorities and beliefs have shifted in such an extreme way. I will find justice for Micah and how he was treated by the city of statesboro and the bulloch county officials. Not only in how they treated his death, but also in how they harassed him in life. I will never give up and I will fight to tell the world just how significant Micah was and show them how wrong they are in their attempts to dismiss his murder because they either know what happened to him and are hiding the truth to save their own asses, or they are lazy, incompetent and full of greed and saw no profit in following the LEGAL protocol's in their lack of any type of investigation whatsoever. Micah was equally deserving of the same rights that are granted to every American regardless of race, class, gender or creed. A human's rights are not determined by their social class and who they know, it does not matter that he lived like a nomad traveling around, never staying in one place at a time, it doesn't matter that he chose to embrace friendship in the low, the lost and the people that society looks down on. We as a nation are founded in freedom and people are separated by social prejudice, religious prejudice, racial prejudice and by people passing judgement on others for thinking or looking different than what society views as right. Micah may not have fit in at a big gala, or a political event, he was out of place in a big church or at any type of ceremony, but when Micah was at the river full of friends, around a bonfire surrounded by family or at a cook out overflowing with friends and family, well, Micah was one of the brightest lights in this world of darkness. He knew that Jesus came not for the rich but for the poor, not for the strong but for the weak. I love my baby brother and I will stand tall for him and tell the truth with my every breath, I will not be intimidated and I will not back down in fear. The truth will be told and justice will be found. Thank you everyone that has a heart to see and a mind to think. I appreciate everyone, regardless of where you came from or what you look like, I appreciate those that are willing to fight for truth and not hide behind lies. I have lost so much due to the lies told by vile and despicable people with Micah being the hardest loss. I am tired of lies and how the ones who tell them are so full of vanity, greed and corrupt beliefs that their conscious is numb to the guilt of hurting others for their own gain. These people who were voted in to serve the communities that they live in, to protect the innocent and to serve the needs of those who need help are corrupt and some kind of change needs to be made, some kind of investigation needs to be made into who they are actually serving, in who they are really protecting. -The Middle Sister

06/05/2021

RIP Micah. Bro you’d have loved the Dinoman and Foilhead guy.

27/04/2021

What makes people kill

26/03/2021

I miss you son
I am gonna get justice soon

24/03/2021

Today makes year number 4
I miss him so much it crushes me.
I know the truth now and I am going to get justice.

I miss you guys😢
08/01/2021

I miss you guys😢

08/09/2020

It is truly sad but I already know who killed my son it was the city of bulloch county the police department the commissioner everybody who was in on it there's nothing I could do just I had to just let it go

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Nightmare

The air gets heavy, i feel its weight on my chest, my vision starts to darken, will my mind pass the test? Memories play like movies, constantly running through my mind, with each painful moment, I fear what I will find. It can happen with a smell, or the sound of a song. It happens without warning, there is something wrong. The anxiety cripples, I feel dread and fears. My eyes start to burn, I hold back my tears. It becomes hard to breath, the waking nightmare is so near. As reality starts to fade, I find myself standing in that hall. I try to gain control, but it is not my call. One door opens to another, I try to stop I try to hide. I know my baby brother, is waiting for me inside. At times he only lays there, frozen in a pose. Sometimes the door opens, and he is mocked by faceless foes. They work to hide the truth, I watch as they wash his clothes. Now I am alone with him, he starts to decompose. I try to pull him close to me, to hold him in my arms. I tell him I'm so sorry, I couldn't keep him from this harm. His eyes slowly open, he reaches back to me. He motions with urgency, he says I need to see. When I turn to look, I hear him start to scream. I try to turn back to him, but again it all goes black. I can't reset time, there is no going back. My life is a waking nightmare, from which I can't awake. I am full of consuming terror, how much can I take?

I wrote this poem 3 months after my brothers death, today is almost a year to the day since he was murdered in cold blood. I have not and will never give up hope that one day I will find answers to why he was killed and who is at fault. I still have heavy anxiety and at times it is really difficult for me to do something as simple as leave my bedroom. The nightmares are less frequent but terribly vivid and haunting. I am very thankful for the support and the love that Micah has, for everyone that knew him enough to know from the start that this was not something that Micah had done, but something that was done to him and staged. I love you guys, you all know who u are