Mini-Profile
Hi my name is Deon Anderson, I am a afro-american man from Salem, Alabama - living in Germany since age 16. I use to be a very self secure person always willing to help those in need. I moved to Germany at age 16 because of a music contract with Warner Brothers in 1986. My parents was very much against it but I wanted more than anything to find my own way in life.
I was very successful with selling records in Europe and actually around the world. I help build a children hospital in 91′ in old yugoslavia during the terrible war there. I was a very energetic, respectable person.
Because I started to earn great money back then, I was also threaten, beaten and stolen from by the German Authorities between the years 92-96′. My story is so harsh that it is hard for me to write about it. Very hard! My whole career of doing Dance music, I only wrote about Love, Peace, Unity, Nature and things of that sort.
By the end of 96′ I was politically forced out of Germany back to America - but I left behind a Child, a baby boy name Deongelo, that was concieved by my at the time Ex wife. Whom left me two weeks after we were married, because her very rich family didn’t agree with our bi racial relationship because of my skin color.
I loved her so much that even after our divorce we secretly seen each other. Four years later our child was born, right after she figured out she was pregnant she left me and started a very successful hate campaign against me. I can’t say that see was alone, like I said it was a very political matter.
Shortly before I was force to flee Germany because of life threatening situations with the Munich Police, where I lived and operated my FREE to use music studio for all musician that didn’t ´have the money to spend on their own careers. My studio was robbed of all equiptment data and personal papers, except for my passport which I was currently using for a vacation at the time of the robbery.
I had invested the first money I recieved for my three top ten hits in my studio because I wanted to become independant. I was expecting, from the more than 15 million records sold worldwide, 90% more than I invested in the studio.
a couple of months before the inside job robbery that took place in my studio ( while I was in the hospital for a knee operation) the police raided my studio in the search of what they say someone had gave them a tip that I was a drug dealer (I was very anti-drug, alcohol ect)
During that break in they destroyed all of my hard drives containing all the new material I was to show to a record company only weeks later for negotiations for a 2 million dollar deal. finding no drugs and placing my photograph on the front page of the biggest newspaper in Germany with the title UNDER Drug Suspician(which is how I found out about the raid-reading it two states away in my hospital bed) I left the hospital the same day to go check out what had happen. Four weeks later I started a lawsuit against the Authorities - two weeks before the case reached court - they made a deal with me not to pay any of the damages in return telling my lawyer who gave them such false information.
Sitting at my lawyers office with my pregnant ex wife he asked to speak to me alone and told me… it was her who the police named! Hurt, shocked - I asked her to explain(she knew I never had anything to do with drugs) she told me that the police brought her to the station weeks before the raid and forced her to sign a paper that said I was a dealer.
Weeks after I was beaten by six cops in the street late night on my way home. The next day I went to every police station in Munich to file a report where I was denied and thrown out of the last station I went to (really thrown)!
Two months after that the robbery occured. I was secretly informed from a unknown person who had robbed me, a very close German friend that had been working for me at least seven years.(the same guy I had suspected - the only one with a Key and security code)
The same day I approached Stephan Huber, and after he tried to stab me only to miss and stick the knife in the wooden door where it stayed and I forced him to the ground (I had went there only to talk-not angry) he told me that some men that he refused to tell me the names because they would hurt his family had paid him a GREAT sum of money to hire someone to rob me.
I left him with only the note that we would never ever be friends again doing him no harm at all. The next day I was arrested buy twenty police officers where I was thrown in a holding cell for three days not being able to call my lawyer nor given anything to eat! At the end of the third day I was called into an office where the cops showed me a picture of Stephan brutally beaten and told me that I would be arrained the following days. I explain to them that I didn’t hit him not once only wrestled him to the floor, because he had tried to stab me and that oould be proven because of the knife hole in the door, they agreed they had both saw the hole.
And only because I knew the file number of my case of the stolen goods did they start to believe me a little, looking the number up in the police computer and seeing that the report was filed by a close police academy friend did they start to really believe my story and because the night in question I also saw a few very large peices of the stolen equiptment they said they also saw and agreed to let me go and compare the Reg. numbers to those on my stolen report. I was asked to returned to the station the next day and they would tell me if the numbers matched(God set me free)
Returning to the station the next day as promised, the same police said that they never said what they said and told me tomorrow when the fingerprints come back from the lab if they matched mine then I would rot in jail. That when my whole life really changed, I was also thrown out of the station with the threat if I didn’t leave now they would arrest me again on the spot. I left… I left Germany.
Four years later 2000 I returned first to see my son that I was denied to see from my ex wife who moved away to an unknown address, shortly before this robbery took place. And because my bank had contacted me in America to tell me that none of my money was ever paid to my account (which by contract had to be done 860,000.00 US dollar)
So I started a law suit as soon as I arrived back in Germany in 2001 - during that time I managed to find my exwife and my now five year old son and started to build a relationship with him. I was all going nice until the state in which I live called me too their office to question me and fingerprint me… nothing happen seems as though I was clean.
The court case went on until last year Nov. where my lawyer told me that to his unbelief the judge decided against me because of a change of law in 2000 that said I only have 3-4 years to request my money from those who owed me. The old law was 37 years…
I have since this court descion (that my lawyer claims he can’t really explain) took it two courts higher where they only wrote me a letter that states: Give up now or lose all of your money on court cost and lawyer cost and you will lose. If I showed you (the reader) my music contract at the time, You would agree like my lawyer that I should have won blindly.
I am once again not allowed to see my son (which I couldn’t even begin to explain the pain I have been going thru since 96′) and the German Authorities have now taken me, my child and my wife passport until they claim I leave the country. Broke! I am now 37 years old and so emotionaly destroyed that I haven’t been able to write a line of lyric since 97′ my family depends on me to support them but I can’t even pay the lawyer cost for my lost case.
I really should just leave and go home but I don’t want to leave my child behind whom I long for extremly… and why should I really allow a corrupt court and powerful people to just rob me of my hard work, creativty and touring all those years to go home with not one red cent? I just can’t leave, so I am trying to fight the states decision for me to be deported from Germany(I have never done anything wrong) but I am threatened my whole life.
I hate asking for anything from anyone I would rather give. Like I have done my whole life…but I really need financial help from some good hearted people somewhere to help me fight this further. I can’t say If I will ever be able to financially return any cash help, but I will do all I can for those who help me!
The story is really much longer than this and there are many more things at play but I can promise I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG! I wish that someone would hear my cry and help me before it is too late.
The last six years I have tried to go to the press, find help organization, people rights orgs..ect. But only thing I ever get is someone who only wants me to make a donation or they tell me to get another lawyer…I can’t afford another lawyer! I don’t even have the patience anymore and I am sure anyone reading this can feel it.
I will try the next years to put all of these experiences on paper and publish them but until now I can’t seem to express myself! This is actually the first time I got this far and it’s only because it’s my last cry for help. I am a good Christian who is losing his faith in people, it seem they only want to push me into the wrong direction. But with God on my side and with help from the caring I know I can turn this situation around.
I need financial support NOW - can anyone help?
Thank you for those you who read my ‘edited’ life story.
please contact me if you can help me in any way! Money, Lawyer, Friends it doesn’t matter just help.
Deon Anderson
Where did you grow up?
Salem
Where do you live now?
Krefeld
What is the highest level of education you have attained?
Highschool
What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
Art
What's your favorite sport or sports?
swimming
What kinds of jobs have you held? Industries too!
musician
What hobbies are you into?
I love kids
What causes are you concerned about today?
poverty, bad politic, people rights
If you claim a political party affliation, which is it?
Green
Which religion (if any) do you follow?
Buddist