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OUTER BANKS PIRACY: WHERE IS MY SON JEFFREY?
Shirley Mays, in her first book,OUTER BANKS PIRACY, attempts to expose and warn the public about real estatescamming on the Outer Banks of North Carolina.?This true story involves coveted coastal real estate properties whichwere mishandled by numerous professionals with fiduciary responsibilities.? This is an insider?s story ofpower, greed, drugs and money laundering.?It is truly the ?tip of an iceberg?.? She is a mother of three ? one son and twodaughters. Her missing son Jeffrey has fueled her abnormal drive againstdrug dealing and corporate corruption. She is also a Whistle Blowerwith a Qui Tam case in the United States District Court for the EasternDistrict of NC.? Her next book, A CAN OFWORMS, will involve properties throughout the nation. ?Her Wilmington, NC research center is in possession of theFDIC database, which shows the closing information of over 400,000 propertiesthroughout the US.? The taxpayers deserve to know the truthabout this $1.4 trillion dollar debacle and how the official records arefalsified to block the trail of value.? Thegovernment-contracting story, which is being covered up by high governmentofficials, has never been told.?
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First published May 1, 2004
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September 20, 2025
When grief crosses over into a convoluted conspiracy theory
From its title, I had great hope for #outerbankspiracy by #shirleymays . Initially thinking I would be diving into a topic for which I have a bit of expertise, I quickly realized that this was something very different from what I expected.
For those who may think of the #outerbanks as some typical seaside resort, it is often a shock for people to discover how dependent this region had been on the darker professions of piracy,
shipwrecking, salvaging and all modes.of smuggling and trafficking including sassafras, (once the most expensive commodity in the world) forced colonization, slavery, alcohol and drugs. For the Indians who fled into its coastal swamps to escape more dangerous indigenous tribes, Spaniards and the French, to 500 years of castaways, mutineers, maroons, pirates, and runaway slaves, the Outer Banks attracted people with people who needed to escape the past and often found shelter and community with kindred spirits who enjoyed generations of isolation. After serving as a bombing range from ships and military aircraft, the Outer Banks attracted a different kind of pirate, particularly land speculators who found 200 miles of sparsely populated pristine beaches ideal for Eastern vacationers seeking a seaside refuge from the metropoli of Atlantic Seaboard who would pay dearly for a few weeks of sand and sand. The insular locals found perfect patsies in sharp dressed city developers and inland investors seeking to claim a piece of the Outer Banks for themselves.
Enter the Mays family of Pennsylvania who had made quite a bit of money in business lured to be part of the 70's and 80's OBX development scene who probably envisioned riches beyond belief buying from or partnering with these rugged coastal dwellers who carried a bit of pirate DNA and were skilled at exploiting outside exploiters. What started as a land deal entered the domain of retail fish sales and the attempt to circumvent the traditional trade of buying local catch from families who have been harvesting the seas for generations by placing their 21 year old college student son as the Captain of his own fishing boat.
Then, one day, he and his best friend and their boat just disappeared, never to be seen again despite a weeks-long search. While this is occurring, the husband and wife who had partnered with local land dealers had to deal.with the death of a business partner and the inexplicably shady nature of local banks.
The elements of a great story are there. Unfortunately, despite years of documents and records to support her claims of fraud and belief in a devious mystery surrounding her son, she just couldn't pull it together into a comprehendible book. I know most who've attempted probably never got through the book. And that's a shame. I don't think she ever thought to try to edit the book to make it readable however, she has written two more books concerning elements of the fraud which I just can't see reading.
There is a story here. Unfortunately, she just didn't know how to write it.
From its title, I had great hope for #outerbankspiracy by #shirleymays . Initially thinking I would be diving into a topic for which I have a bit of expertise, I quickly realized that this was something very different from what I expected.
For those who may think of the #outerbanks as some typical seaside resort, it is often a shock for people to discover how dependent this region had been on the darker professions of piracy,
shipwrecking, salvaging and all modes.of smuggling and trafficking including sassafras, (once the most expensive commodity in the world) forced colonization, slavery, alcohol and drugs. For the Indians who fled into its coastal swamps to escape more dangerous indigenous tribes, Spaniards and the French, to 500 years of castaways, mutineers, maroons, pirates, and runaway slaves, the Outer Banks attracted people with people who needed to escape the past and often found shelter and community with kindred spirits who enjoyed generations of isolation. After serving as a bombing range from ships and military aircraft, the Outer Banks attracted a different kind of pirate, particularly land speculators who found 200 miles of sparsely populated pristine beaches ideal for Eastern vacationers seeking a seaside refuge from the metropoli of Atlantic Seaboard who would pay dearly for a few weeks of sand and sand. The insular locals found perfect patsies in sharp dressed city developers and inland investors seeking to claim a piece of the Outer Banks for themselves.
Enter the Mays family of Pennsylvania who had made quite a bit of money in business lured to be part of the 70's and 80's OBX development scene who probably envisioned riches beyond belief buying from or partnering with these rugged coastal dwellers who carried a bit of pirate DNA and were skilled at exploiting outside exploiters. What started as a land deal entered the domain of retail fish sales and the attempt to circumvent the traditional trade of buying local catch from families who have been harvesting the seas for generations by placing their 21 year old college student son as the Captain of his own fishing boat.
Then, one day, he and his best friend and their boat just disappeared, never to be seen again despite a weeks-long search. While this is occurring, the husband and wife who had partnered with local land dealers had to deal.with the death of a business partner and the inexplicably shady nature of local banks.
The elements of a great story are there. Unfortunately, despite years of documents and records to support her claims of fraud and belief in a devious mystery surrounding her son, she just couldn't pull it together into a comprehendible book. I know most who've attempted probably never got through the book. And that's a shame. I don't think she ever thought to try to edit the book to make it readable however, she has written two more books concerning elements of the fraud which I just can't see reading.
There is a story here. Unfortunately, she just didn't know how to write it.
June 11, 2025
What happened is wrong, but the book is very hard to follow.
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