Deborah Johnson, eight months pregnant,

was asleep in the back bedroom next to Fred Hampton.

The first thing I remember after Fred and I had went to sleep

was being awakened by somebody shaking Fred

while we were laying in bed.

And chairman, chairman, wake up, the pigs are vamping,

the pigs are vamping.

This person that was in the room with me kept shouting out,

we have a pregnant sister in here, stop shooting.

Eventually the shooting stopped and they said we could come out.

I remember crossing over Fred and telling myself over and over,

be real careful, don't stumble, they'll try to shoot you.

Just be real calm, watch how you walk, keep your hands up,

don't reach for anything, don't even try to close your road.

When I was in the kitchen, I heard a voice,

an unfamiliar voice say, he's barely alive

or he'll barely make it.

Then the shooting started back again.

Then I heard the same unfamiliar voice say, he's good and dead now.

And I knew in my mind, they were, I assume they were talking

about Fred.

And I knew when I left out of there, I couldn't look towards the

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