Its a matter easily resolved these days, Its called a paternity test.I think its a scam, but roll the dice and give the child the dna test and see how it comes out in the wash........
By Ray Stern
By Ray Stern
By New Times
By Amy Silverman
By Stephen Lemons
By Stephen Lemons
By Monica Alonzo
By Chris Parker
Little Marshall Soto is glued to the TV this Friday morning in his dad's modest home just outside of Sells, Arizona, capital of the Native American Tohono O'odham Nation. He's not watching cartoons or Sesame Street or some new kids' show on Nickelodeon. Instead, he's focused on the image of a white hearse approaching a Baptist church in the Bahamas.
He looks up wide-eyed to his father, Johnny Soto, seated on a couch behind him. "Je'e?" the boy asks plaintively in his native tongue. Je'e means "Mother" in O'odham.
"Yes, mo'okwad," the child's dad replies sadly, using his pet name for the boy, meaning "tadpole." Johnny Soto then whispers something quick in O'odham, and Marshall turns back to the television, tears filling his blue-black eyes.
"I want mama je'e," he cries, as the news channel shows a mahogany coffin draped in pink, rhinestone-encrusted satin being removed from the hearse by pallbearers. "Mama je'e, is she in the box?"
"Mama je'e went to heaven, mo'okwad," Soto gently informs his son. "Mama je'e watches us from the sky. Like Peanut," he says, referring to a family dog attacked and eaten by a pack of coyotes months back.
"Peanut went bye-bye," the 5-year-old mutters, sniffling.
"Mama je'e is with Peanut now; they're playing together on the clouds," Soto tells the light-skinned, dark-haired boy, who favors his mother a little. "One day we go play with them too."
"Can we go and play now?" wonders Marshall.
"No, not now, mo'okwad," Soto says, beginning to cry himself, hiding his face in his hands. "You stay with 'o:gi [father, pronounced "awk" in O'odham] now. Your 'o:gi needs you."
Marshall runs to his dad, jumping up to embrace him on the couch, as they weep together. On the TV, the news switches from a helicopter shot of the funeral to video of Anna Nicole Smith in her platinum prime, throwing kisses to paparazzi, then a shot of her splayed out on a bed, then footage from her 2002 E! The Anna Nicole Show where she's much heavier than in the rest.
Since the tabloid goddess collapsed in her hotel room at the posh Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Hollywood, Florida, dying of causes still unknown as this article goes to print, the world has been riveted by the fight over her corpse, her daughter Dannielynn, and the potential half-billion-dollar bequest from the estate of J. Howard Marshall II. That's the Texas oil tycoon whom the former stripper wedded sans pre-nup in 1994, when the very senior citizen was a wheelchair-bound 89 and Smith was a 26-year-old Playboy Playmate of the Year. From the day her husband expired, about 14 months after their nuptials, Smith had been battling for her share of the old man's billion-dollar fortune.
Now that Smith has been laid to rest in the Bahamas, the war for custody of her infant daughter rages on, with Smith lawyer/confidant Howard K. Stern, her mother, Virgie Arthur, Smith boy-toy Larry Birkhead, and a number of other potential Dannielynn dads such as onetime Smith bodyguard Alex Denk, erstwhile boyfriend Mark Hatten, and Zsa Zsa Gabor's spouse, Prince Frederic von Anhalt all putting in their claim for the billion-dollar Dannielynn lottery ticket.
Smith's eldest child, Daniel, overdosed last fall at age 20 from a lethal mixture of antidepressant meds and methadone. Hypothetically, this would leave his sister, born just days before Daniel OD'd, sole heir to the Smith-Marshall millions. But now Johnny Soto and his son are poised to throw yet another monkey wrench into the surreal soap opera of Anna Nicole Smith's life and post mortem. According to Soto, his son is the result of a torrid love affair between himself and the 42DD femme fatale in early 2001, while Smith was vacationing at Paradise Valley's Sanctuary Resort and Spa. He has the birth certificate and other documents to prove it. If they hold up in court, and he's able to establish little Marshall's lineage through DNA, Soto, his son, and the entire Tohono O'odham tribe stand to cash in big time.
Indeed, little Marshall (named for Anna's dead oil-magnate hubby) may well become one of the wealthiest trust-fund kids in history. Even though, right now, all the tyke wants is for his pretty white mother to rise from the grave and take him in her arms.
"Don't worry, 'o:gi," promises the child. "I won't go to heaven 'til you come with me."
"Ay, Marshall," Soto sighs, kissing the boy. "What would 'o:gi do without you?"
Johnny Soto's a tall, ruggedly handsome man in his mid-thirties, with copper skin and jet-black hair, and the way he tells it, in his slow, laconic manner of speaking, it was Anna Nicole Smith who seduced him, not the other way around.
"She'd never slept with anyone who wasn't white before," explains Soto. "That's what she told me. She had what we call 'scarlet fever' [when an Anglo falls for a Native American man or woman]. When an Indian man goes for a white woman, it's called 'eating at the white man's trough.'"
Soto had fled a life of poverty and misery on the rez when he was 18 to join the U.S. Army, a move that led to his service in the first Iraq War as a gunnery sergeant, and a Bronze Star for valor when he carried a wounded member of his platoon to safety after they were ambushed by an Iraqi sniper patrol. Honorably discharged in 1993, he refused to return to the Tohono O'odham Nation, the second-largest reservation in the United States, which sprawls across the Mexican border and is nearly the size of Connecticut. His mother died when he was younger, after having both legs amputated because of diabetes. And while he was stationed in Kuwait, his father, an alcoholic, had died of alcohol poisoning after a weekend guzzling 12 bottles of pine-scented Lysol floor cleaner.
"The rez is dry, and he didn't have a car to drive to where he could buy beer," Soto relates. "Lysol has a high alcohol content, and it's easy to get in Sells. So it's the next best thing."
Soto drifted, working as an auto mechanic in Bisbee, then moving up north briefly for a stint as a janitor for Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. He eventually ended up in Phoenix, where he drove a taxi for a couple of years, and then finally landed a job as a handyman for the exclusive Sanctuary Resort and Spa on Camelback Mountain. Maintenance staff there work 'round the clock, tending to any problem a guest may have in one of the mountainside "casitas," furnished condo-like dwellings with magnificent views that are the resort's "rooms." In early 2001, one of those casitas was occupied by none other than the buxom Texas beauty who'd just been awarded $450 million by a California judge in September 2000. That cash remained tantalizingly out of reach because of battles in a probate court in Houston and later legal wrangling that's reached all the way to the Supreme Court and drags on to this day. All the same, at that moment, Smith seemed to be on a roll, and she was treating herself to a break from the spotlight and the jealous eye of her lawyer and sometime companion Howard K. Stern.
Like many celebs, she had journeyed to the Valley for anonymity, and cabined at the resort under an assumed name. But everyone knew who she was.
"We were told to answer calls from her first, before any of the other guests," Soto remembers. "Anything she wanted she got. And before you knew it, she wanted me."
Soto kept getting maintenance orders for Smith's casita. First the room was too hot, then too cold. The thermostat was busted, Smith insisted, even though Soto could find nothing wrong with the unit. Then there were problems with a patio door, then the icebox. This continued for three days, and the calls only seemed to come on Soto's watch. Smith flirted with Soto brazenly, and Soto, for his part, was flattered.
"I was a little shy at first," he admits. "I'd never been so close to a woman that looked like her. I mean, I had seen a couple of Playboyissues she'd been in, and now here she was right in front of me. Sometimes she'd wear this thick terry-cloth robe, and sometimes she was just in panties and a wife-beater. She smelled like rose petals, her whole body. Every time I got near her, I felt like I was drunk. When she brushed against me, my skin was on fire. But I didn't know if she was just playing or not. I couldn't believe a Playboy Playmate was acting this way with me. I guess I didn't know her very well."
At last, Anna upped the ante. Soto received the latest of umpteen work orders for her room. Something to do with a light in the glamour gal's bedroom. When he arrived at her door, Anna yelled for him to come in, but when he opened it and walked in she was nowhere to be seen. Her voice called him to the bedroom, that Texas drawl of hers dripping with honey. When he entered, he found her lounging stark naked on the king-size mattress, a fire roaring in the fireplace next to it. Soto couldn't resist, and there began a three-week session of lovemaking, with Soto calling in sick and finally taking all of his vacation time so he could spend it satisfying Smith's ravenous appetite for sex.
They rarely left the townhouse-style dwelling, having room service bring them champagne, oysters, steak, anything they wanted. At one point, Smith had a yen for fried chicken, so she sent her limo driver in search of a KFC. He returned with five buckets of Extra Crispy, and container after container of mashed potatoes with gravy a fave of Smith's. (At one point, she smeared potatoes and gravy all over Soto's privates and licked them off.) Soto noticed strains of racism in Smith's attraction to him, but he was having too good a time to refuse her demands.
"At first, it was all in fun," Soto details. "She'd call my you-know-what her 'tomahawk,' her 'wooden Indian,' or 'big wampum.' Sometimes she'd ask me to do a war dance naked with this feather from one of her dresses stuck in my baseball cap. I tried to tell her that the Tohono O'odham don't wear feathers, but she didn't care. She thought it was funny, and it turned her on, so I did it, though I have no idea if our people even have a war dance."
Smith gushed that she found him so exciting in bed, partly because what they were doing was taboo. Being from the South, race-mixing was a no-no for a white woman, but Smith secretly craved crossing the color barrier. She told Soto that sleeping with him was "almost like sleeping with a black man." She loved his skin color and the smell of his sweat, which she claimed tasted different from a white man's.
"Sometimes I felt like I was being used, and it left a bad taste in my mouth," says Soto. "But I was just as guilty as she was. The only whites I'd ever had sex with were prostitutes, and I couldn't get enough of Anna Nicole. I fell under her spell. I did whatever she asked."
That meant enduring Anna Nicole's singing the un-PC Disney song, "What Made the Red Man Red," from Peter Pan, as they took a bubble bath together. Or complying with her insistence that he perform an "Injun yell," as she called it, when he climaxed. When he told her about the decadent deliciousness of Indian fry bread, she had to sample some. So he and Smith took her limo to the Fry Bread House at Seventh Avenue and Indian School Road. They pigged out on the honey- and sugar-topped fried confections in the car after the driver bought a mess of them for the pair. On the way back to Sanctuary, they gorged themselves, then made love behind the black windows of the limo.
Weeks turned into a month. The 2001 February issue of Playboy featured Anna Nicole on the cover as the "$450,000,000 Playmate." And Smith noticed that her period was late. Soto never used condoms with his voluptuous mistress, trusting in the "rhythm method" of birth control that she swore by. But a home pregnancy test soon revealed that Smith was pregnant with Soto's child, and she was fearful of how Howard K. Stern might react, or how it might affect several lucrative modeling and entertainment contracts coming down the pike, including negotiations with the E! Channel for what would become The Anna Nicole Show. Stern called her constantly to offer updates on business transactions, scheduling, and so forth, or to just keep tabs on her. Now each time the phone rang, Smith seemed rattled, fearful, and annoyed.
Soto suggested an abortion, but Smith was brought up Southern Baptist and would have none of it. She believed abortion was a mortal sin. However, she was afraid the sometimes Svengali-like Stern would force her to abort the fetus. In a panic, she began consuming mass quantities of ice cream, Twinkies, whole pies and cakes. Already, by the time she left for Los Angeles to see her Beverly Hills gynecologist, she'd packed on 10 extra pounds. During the limo ride to Sky Harbor International Airport, she wept mascara-streaking tears, like a much better-looking Tammy Faye Baker. She declared her undying love for Soto, and swore they would be together as soon as circumstances allowed.
"I was stupid and kind of believed her," Soto admits. "But once her flight took off, I felt like something had ended. On the ride to the airport was the first time I saw her take drugs a handful of Vicodin she washed down with vodka from the limo bar. She never did that while she was at the resort. I told her she had to be careful because of the baby, but she said it was just because plane flights made her nervous. Little did I know."
Anna Nicole Smith's ravenous lust when it came to both sexes was evident both on The Anna Nicole Show and off-camera, if we're to believe the gossipy tell-all pieces that run in the National Enquirer, People,and In Touch.The National Enquirer recently quoted former Smith personal assistant Nathan Collins as stating that "Anna loved sex with both men and women," and he told of Smith picking up male barkeeps, bodyguards and Marines for one-night stands. It's also been written that Smith had her way with more than one Chippendale's dancer while E! was filming an episode of her show in Las Vegas. Her trip afterward to a Sin City strip club with Stern and her then personal assistant, Kimmie, turned into a near-orgy, with Smith fondling the breasts of the nude dancers on camera. She was uninhibited and rapacious. Back in February 2000, the now-defunct New Times L.A. broke the randy tale of Houston lesbian Sandi Powledge and the love shack she kept with Anna Nicole as the white-trash bombshell serviced her octogenarian sugar-daddy-turned-spouse J. Howard Marshall II. And just weeks ago, Zsa Zsa hubby and Smith paramour Prince Frederic von Anhalt claimed in an interview that 20 to 30 men could lay claim to being the father of Anna Nicole's Dannielynn.
But only one man can lay claim to being Marshall Soto's father, and he has boxes of receipts and documents proving his assertion that his son is also the son of Anna Nicole Smith.
Aside from a birth certificate from Burbank's Providence Saint Joseph's Hospital listing Anna Nicole as the mother of one Marshall Black Deer Soto, there are numerous boarding passes for round-trip flights from Phoenix to Burbank. Smith would ensconce Soto at the Safari Inn Motel on Olive Avenue, close by the NBC studio where the Tonight Show's filmed. Being pregnant made her horny for Soto, as she told him. No one else would do.
"I knew we weren't exclusive, that she was having affairs," says Soto. "But I wanted to be with the mother of my child."
Smith had rapidly begun to put on weight, even more than the average expectant mom, in what she told Soto was an attempt to hide the pregnancy from Stern. Smith's height (5 feet, 11 inches in her bare feet) and her big-boned Texas frame also helped. The pregnancy was kept secret from the press for fear of the ramifications. Stern was already afraid of losing the E! deal, a major money-making proposition since Smith's cut of the J. Howard Marshall II pie was still tied up in the courts. So Stern was kept in the dark about the pregnancy until about a month before the delivery, for fear he would flip out.
For the child's delivery in 2001, Soto persuaded Smith to fly out a tribal elder from the Tohono O'odham reservation, who smeared yellow clay on the faces of both the mother and the child in a traditional ceremony. The medicine man then fed Soto, the child, and Smith a small portion of the clay, and, as is O'odham custom, gave tiny Marshall a name that had emerged from his dream about the Smith-Soto union: "Black Deer." As mentioned above, the Indian name was listed as Marshall's middle name on the birth certificate.
Since E! was to begin filming in late 2001 or early 2002, Smith had no time to be a mother. She granted Soto custody of the boy, with Smith agreeing to deposit $10,000 a month in Soto's Wells Fargo account for care and upkeep of the child. Soto returned to Phoenix, quit his job at Sanctuary, and began devoting himself full-time to raising the infant. Smith promised that they would one day marry and live as a family, and Soto has numerous hand-written notes and letters from Smith stating those intentions.
One reads, "Oh, my brave Injun-man, how I long to be with you and feel your red manhood. Look after my little paapoosie [sic], and soon I'll be your squaw again. I love you, kemosabe, Anna."
Smith, by then anywhere from 60 to 100 pounds overweight, continued to fly them out so that she could spend time with them on weekends. She began to develop profound post-partum depression, which she salved with drugs such as methadone, Demerol, Zoloft, and Phenergan. Her weight gain also fed her melancholia, leading to her oft-bizarre and seemingly drug-addled behavior as cameras rolled for the E! reality show.
"I saw her go deeper into the drugs," states Soto, who himself has had issues with alcohol, but now says he only occasionally drinks Jack Daniels when he's overcome with the reality that little Marshall will never again spend quality time with his mother. "She got more and more wild, and I was afraid for Marshall to be near her. The reality show was an embarrassment. She had become a different person, so I called her and told her I was taking Marshall to the rez, where she couldn't find him, and that I didn't want her around our child. It broke my heart, but I had to do it. I thought, 'What if I meet her in Los Angeles and she tries to steal him from me with her bodyguards and those other stooges she has working for her? How would I get my boy back?' Look what happened to her other son, Daniel. See how he ended up? The same thing could have happened to Marshall.
"She was angry, of course," continues Soto. "She called me all these names. 'Basket weaver,' and, the worst, 'Indian giver,' because I had taken Marshall from her. That one really hurt. I don't know if she was just being mean and racist to try to needle me, or whether she was so ignorant and high on drugs that she didn't know she was being offensive. Sometimes she'd answer the phone, 'How!' when she knew it was me because of the caller ID. But I didn't let it stop me from protecting my boy, by surrounding him with our kin."
Nowhere could've been safer for a half-Indian child than the reservation. As the offspring of a full-blooded O'odham father, Marshall easily met the requirement of a 50 percent blood quantum for membership in the tribe, even though Marshall has decidedly Anglo features. Any tussle over custody would have to be decided by tribal courts in Sells, according to the 1978 Indian Child Welfare Act, a law passed to deal with the odious legacy of a once-common practice of kidnapping Indian children and raising them in Anglo homes.
"Because of such past history, Native American courts jealously guard children against removal to white households, whatever the reason," observed Professor Stone Applewhite, Chair of Native American Studies at the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California. "In a case like this one, there's no way that a Caucasian mother with Smith's sort of past could reassert her parental rights. Unless, ironically, she was able to steal the child back from the father."
But Soto was careful, very careful. As Soto's records attest, the deposits to his bank account continued unabated, and the letters from Anna Nicole grew more desperate in tone. Soto finally relented and allowed Smith to see their son, but only on his own turf usually at one of the Desert Diamond Casinos operated by the Tohono O'odham near Tucson. Soto required that Smith arrive without her entourage, save for one person (usually Howard K. Stern), or he would cease all contact. Smith accepted the conditions, and she would usually visit with Marshall as he got older in the Casino buffet, bringing him toys and toddler clothes. She called Marshall "my little brown one" and swore that she would cut Marshall and Soto in on her millions once all the legal jousting was over. Still, Anna Nicole's attitudes toward race often resulted in insulting moments.
"I remember, one time she met us close to Christmas and gave us presents while Stern played slots in the Casino," Soto recalls. "She gave Marshall an Indian play doll, with a teepee and a horse. That was okay. But then she gave me an old Cher CD. Remember that one from the '70s, Half-Breed? She said it was one of her favorite songs, and could I play it for Marshall. I kept thinking, 'How dumb is this woman?' She also tried to get me to fuck her again, in the Casino restroom while Marshall played with his toy. By this time she was so fat, she could barely fit in the stall. Ultimately, I couldn't go through with it. She kept saying she wanted me to use my 'bow and arrow' on her 'ax wound.' I told her that was no ax wound, it was the Grand Canyon! She got so pissed, she almost left in a huff, but then came back when she realized she hadn't hugged Marshall goodbye."
By all accounts, Marshall adored his famous mom; he kept a picture of her on his chest of drawers and always kissed it goodnight before Johnny turned off the little boy's lamp. Every time Anna Nicole appeared on TV, the stripling would cry out, "Mommy je'e!" But as Smith's career took an upswing with her weight loss and the TrimSpa spokesmodel deal, Soto and his son saw her less and less. As phone and bank records demonstrate, Smith continued to call and send the wire transfers. Also, Smith remembered birthdays and holidays, having a gleaming electric blue, child-size mountain bike delivered to the Soto household for Christmas of '06.
"The last time she called in January, she didn't sound right," Soto recalls. "I knew she was again back on the drugs. Her speech was slurred, and she was saying crazy stuff about how there were rats under her bed trying to eat her feet, and that the Mafia was out to kill her for her money. Before I heard the news, I got a letter in the mail from her, written in lipstick, with a photo of her shaving Howard K. Stern's butt. I thought maybe she needed to be institutionalized. Obviously, the birth of Dannielynn and Daniel's overdose it was just too much for her."
So when Smith shuffled off her diamond-studded coil on February 8, Soto was devastated, but far from shocked. He'd felt something bad coming, and had even discussed it with his medicine man, but he had no idea it would be death. He tried to reach Howard K. Stern, but was rebuffed by handlers and hangers-on. The wire transfers soon ceased. Soto was met with unsettling silence and impersonal phone machine messages whenever he attempted to reach someone, anyone. He and the boy had savings, but he was afraid to burn it all up on a trip to the Bahamas. A sitting Tohono O'odham supreme court judge attempted to assist (he asked that his name not be used, as private practice is forbidden for those on the court) but got nowhere. Soto says he needs a high-profile lawyer to take the case and fight for Marshall's rights, someone like Wyoming attorney Gerry Spence or former O.J. Simpson attorneys F. Lee Bailey, Robert Shapiro, or Barry Scheck.
"Do you know how to get hold of [former Arizona attorney general and now trial lawyer] Grant Woods?" he asks, after Marshall had cried himself to sleep following a wrenching day of watching his mom's funeral. "We're not greedy, but Marshall's older than Dannielynn, and I want him to have what's rightfully his. That's one reason I decided to go public. I didn't know where else to turn. Right now the tribe is helping me, and if we win, I'll make sure they get half of whatever Marshall inherits. I want him to grow up on the reservation, to learn our language and what we call the O'odham 'himdag', the O'odham way of life. But we can't do it by ourselves. This is the white man's law, and we need someone who knows the white man's law to help."
Whatever member of the bar takes his case, one thing is sure: Should Soto's boy obtain his inheritance from his dead mother, carving a chunk off the gazillions that languish in the estate of J. Howard Marshall, the Tohono O'odham Nation now beset with the ravages of drug trafficking, poverty, and diabetes would overnight become the richest Indian nation in the southwestern United States. These "people of the desert," as Tohono O'odham translates, once known as the Papago, or "bean eaters," might become the children of paradise, their rugged land possibly transformed into a Sonoran El Dorado.
And all because Anna Nicole Smith had an itch only tribesman Johnny Soto could scratch back in 2001.
Its a matter easily resolved these days, Its called a paternity test.I think its a scam, but roll the dice and give the child the dna test and see how it comes out in the wash........
Alright!!!! I started to read this story and well I'm am Tohono O'Odham and this is a bunch of SHIT!! I don't know where to begin. I'm disgusted that this person claims to be O'Odham. Second, looking at the birth certifcate Ana would never use Smith on any legal document. She uses for real name. And if you don't know that you are a DUMB ASS!
Hey,Johnny,you should prepair allegal papers for your son,he is adorable,he looks like anna so be preparing the way for when,he turns 18 he will know what to do and remember he got a grama she will be happy to help you virgie is a nice woman, and imaging a grandson annas son,virgie is not the badwoman like every body say,Gramas always wants the best for grand children,some day your son is going to say !hey daddy thanks so much,youare the best daddy in the world!!I am a grama,every day my grand children say grama I love you!!and I love itI lovem more more every day!!your son got grampas,FAMILY!!Their aliveimaging telling your son your grampas are coming for dinner,they coming to meet you you got grampas!he needs to be loved, mamas parents,he feels lonely now,if he doesnt have momys love,he could have gramas love,they can visit,he got you,but been loved from grampas is the best,dont bee so lonely Johny,you look so sad in the picture your son too,I will pray for you and your handsom son like his daddy!recive my Blessings!
I understand your plight Johnny and I believe every word written here, but write her off and her money too. Marry a good woman and raise your son with the values that eluded Anna Nicole. Your young man may have a bright and beautiful future ahead of him and having Anna Nicole Smith for a mother is an albatross that may be hard to deal with. Since this "who's the father" thing started, I have often wondered if anyone gave thought as to what they were doing to Dannilynns future. Forget her and move on. You and your precious son will be in my prayers for a long time to come. Choose the path that an honorable Indian would choose. A White Grandmother
At least Anna had taste, she wanted a real man, not none of the white essembly-line men that you simple, small minded white folks always look for. And what do you mean "she's a Ho"? you known damm well that if you had the chance, you would F&(% her.
I would like to comment to every one who is getting worked up over this hoax or if you prefer "true story" it is so rediculous you aren't going to benefit from any this and it won't affect your life, however I feel for the comment from the person who wrote she was humiliated by the insensetive white people her daughter was exposed to. I to was in a similar situation and it does make you very upset sorry you both were put in that situation just for the laughs and entertainment of other people.
A few simple questions came to mind straight away, such as why would Anna Nicole put her Celebrity name on a birth certificate, especially if it were a certificate of a child she needed to hide ?
Her real name would have drawn a lot less attention to such a deed.
The certificate shows the fathers signature, but is conveniently cut off at the point of Anna Nicole's signature.
It is a known fact Anna Nicole and Howard K Stern hardly ever paid any of their bills, but Anna would fork out $ 10.000.00 a month for someone to keep a child in baby formula and diapers and faithfully keep this up until her death ?
Howard K Stern was in Annas face 24/7, how could she possibly have hidden a pregnancy from him until one month before she was due, I am sure even Howard K Stern can tell the difference between an obese woman and a pregnant one !
If Johnny Soto would have a box full of letters, receipts, Airline tickets and other proof of his association with Anna Nicole, some of it would have been included in this article to strengthen the story.
If Anna Nicole was a racist she must have just recently lost her prejudice in that area as she was photographed in bed with Bahamas Immigration Minister Gibson, but then again Johnny Soto wasn't going to provide her with a visa for anything (!!).
Last but not least, even if Johnny Soto's story is a hoax, it is still a lot more credible than Howard K. Sterns claim on paternity of Dannielynn.
I was in Phoenix on the day your hoax article appeared in the PNT. I am Native and I was riding the valley metro around town with my daughter. White people on the bus were reading the hateful racial slurs you included in your funny, funny hoax out loud and snickering at them. A group of gay white men and the bus found them particularly funny and repeated the hateful slurs over and over again. Do you have a conscience? Do you care that my daughter and I were humiliated and degraded by these completely unnecessary racial slurs? What was the purpose of printing such hate against an oppressed people? Why was Steve Lemons allowed to �make fun� of the Anna Nicole coverage by directing hate speech at Native people? I guess I shouldn't be surprised by an ignorant racist white male who that thinks it's O.K. to use slurs like �Injun� when you disagree with the political positions of a powerless and voiceless group of people that his ancestors stole everything from. This is not the first time that Lemmons has engaged in this type of racist behavior. You should be ashamed of yourself for allowing this racist to use this type of hate speech to perpetuate a hoax. When will the PNT learn to treat Natives like human beings?
I "did" really like reading your publication. However I'm so focused on taking in information. I read the Anna Nichole comic like a NFL Safety reading a draw play. You sucked me in and went long. My Bad for being so focused. Need to stick with stuff that's on point.
Mr. Soto is pretty judgmental for a man who used the reservation to keep a woman from her child, a taboo in any country. Now that she is dead, he wants everyone to know that she is the mother of his child? Ohhhhhhh, its about the money!!!!!!!! Im not impressed with Anna Nicole either but this man has no right to point any fingers. Look at the details he goes into. A gentleman never kisses and tells,,,,,, or at least saves it for his attorney. Mr. Soto, you wanted your son protected and raised by the reservation so you need to just stay there. Have you ever heard the expression "you cannot have your cake and eat it to"? Perhaps he is hitting the Jack Daniels a little to hard or he may be telling the truth.
ANNA NICOLE WAS ONE FINE ASS HO. SOTO WAS A DANG LUCKY INJUN TO GET TO HIT THAT BOOTY. THREE WEEKS? I'D SPEND THREE YEARS BETWEEN HER THIGHS!!!!
It doesn't make sense: John supposedly received $10,000 dollars a month ($120,000 per year) from 2002 until February 2007, yet he and the boy "had savings but were afraid to burn it all up on a trip to the Bahamas". They article's pictures also show a very simple home on the reservation, and little Marshall's room is also very simple, no elaborate toys or furnishings. If money wasn't being spent around the home, there should have been more than enough savings to take a trip to the Bahamas! I think the only money that was given was from the New Times to the man and boy models to pose for this spoof! Not that I don't think Anna Nicole was dimwitted enough to have said all the inane comments attributed to her. She certainly was! But that doesn't mean it happened. And would a resort maintenance guy really call in sick and stay on the property? And a fat Anna Nicole trying to seduce him in a casino restroom? Please! Someone would have definitely noticed them going into the bathroom and it would have been splashed across the papers, including the New Times!But, it was a wildly entertaining story, and the guy posing as "John Soto" is a hottie!!! Hmmm....which casino was that again? And do we sneak into the ladies' room or the men's room?
I don't even want to comment on the story but I do agree with #91.If you are a heir you have more rights then a spouse and most times the child or children have to wait until they are 18 or legal age to inherirt said monies.The guardian that is looking after the child can withdraw funds only for that childs needs and needs to show all reasons why the funds are needed.I know this for a fact because I'am a widow and my daughter got her father's estate when she turned 18.I think it is really cruel how so many people are slandering this poor women PLEASE if your life is without sin then I would "SHUT THE HELL UP".Bless you Anna&Daniel and GOD BLESS Dannielynn that she will someday hear all the great things her mom was and noone loved her more then ANNA.
Satire, anyone?? You can't tell me that New Times readers aren't also familiar with the Onion. Come on! And hey, biology majors. Didn't Anna have brown eyes? Don't the majority of Native Americans have dark eyes? How'd this kid get recessive blue ones? Hmmm...Lol.
FAKED ARTICLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Phx NewTimes�.You can never be trusted again.All of those Arpaio articles and other �reporting� is now suspect. You shouldn�t mess with your readers like that. Very irresponsible of you.
I just want to state that I am a member of the Tohono O'odham Nation and the story is funny but sounds factual. Je'e-what little Marshall calls his mom, is indeed "Mother" in my tribe's language. Himdag-what Soto says he wants his son to learn is translated "Culture" in our language as well. The picture of the house in the desert with a mesquite tree standing near it looks familiar, as I too was raised on the reservation. I was giggling that this Native man got into this ordeal. He just adds extra spice to Anna's dramatic lifestyle. He must be a half-breed because he doesn't look full Tohono O'odham. I assume his other race must be white. The little boy probably has little Native American blood in him and the little boy probably looks white more than Native as a result of this. Nevertheless, I wish good luck to the man and his child. No matter their race, they deserve some financial help. He's a single parent for pete's sake. Give the man some support.
It is very possible for her son to have blue eyes and dark hair, fair skin. I am 1/2 Native American. My dad is dark skin and dark hair and eyes. My mother has blue eyes light brown hair and is of German decent. I have green eyes and white blonde hair with fair skin. I do have Native american features in my facial sturecture. My sisters are very different from myself. Both have dark brown eyes. One has fair skin and brown hair. The other one has olive skin and light blonde hair. So, how about that? It definativly could be Anna Nicole's son. I think that the guy is being protected in the tribal land and under its laws...Smart guy.
Mr.Soto,If I would be you try the Nancy Grace show, Court Tv. , bt I would not go to Entertainment Tonight . That is Howard K. Stern's buddy. The editor of this paper should know who to put you in touch with .I am surprised no attorney has made contact with you. I wish you and your son well.
Dear Mr. Soto:I have never written a 'fan' letter of any type before; however, I must tell you that you have a beautiful son. Please please take care of your own sobriety. As a native American myself, I know how important our own spiritual life is. Bless you.
My sister and I just happened to be watching an old episode from "The Anna Nicole Show" last night. And way back in 2002, Anna said, on national television, "I fucked a guy for 3 weeks once." I think the whole story is true now. Things that make you go "Hmmmmm"! (FYI: Season 1, Disc 3, the episode about her dating someone.)
I DID MY BEST AND MENTIONED THIS STORY TO FOX10 NEWS, HOPEFULLY THIS STORY PICKS UP PRESS, AND MARSHALL SOTO, GETS WHATS HIS, JUST HOPE THIS IS REALLY ANNA'S CHILD. ALL MY PRAYERS ARE WIHT YOU.
In response to the previous comment, how does this idiot come off looking cool? And what kind of parent would put their child in a newspaper to be ridiculed by others? Poor Kid!
lighten up everyone...............it was a joke! and a hilarious one at that....god....i can't stand that everyone is always whining about racism. kudo's to new times for drawing national attention to them once again. you don't have to apologize to anyone. and whoever that little boy is, he is hella cute
I disagree w/Janice. In the article, it's Anna Nicole who's borderline racist, and the Indian guy comes off looking pretty cool by comparison. So, what, is the writer racist against big, fat, rich white hos? Gimme a break! Plus, this was all fiction. Are you saying fictional characters can't espouse non-PC views? That's dumb.
First of all the kid was not an actor. The kid is one of the paper's employee's children, as reported to Inside Edition by the reporter. As for me being responsible for bringing the cameras to the rez, I wish I had such power! No stitches in my ass. I simply have a problem with the "creative writing" this reporter did, offering it as truth, and quoting racist remarks allegedly made by someone. I can accept jokes, but this went a little overboard!
Janice, try on a sense of humor XXXL. This was a classic New Times parody. It was satire, Janice... Ever heard of Swift or The Onion or SNL or Mad Magazine? Doubt it, in your case. The Inside Edition dumbo didn't get it either, so don't feel bad. Wasn't it funny that the New Times satire was obviously meant to make fun of tabloid idiots like Jimbo and there he was shaking his finger at New Times. Jimbo, it was you who brought a camera crew over to the desert in search of Johnny Soto. Fool, you'd still be crawling around on the rez in South AZ if the NT reporter hadn't 'fessed up. Come on, Janice, save your PC bullshit. The kid was prolly an actor. Take the stitches outta your butt, girl, and loosen up.
I am so tired of the rumors, the lies, the hoopla. Let's get to the truth. I am Anna Nicole's love child, and my father is either Dick Cheney or James Earl Jones (Mom said they were both in the room at the time).
Uh, wait, some trucks have pulled out front---oh shit, it is the TV tabloids pulling up to break the story. Gotta run.
*****************Hey Tatum, keep up the good work. And don't take any more crap from those Inside Edition Folks. They are idiots. Didn't they get it was a satirical farce--or was that totally lost on them?
AND The cocky reporter says on Inside Edition the following "Incredibly, the newspaper's editor admitted the story was totally false. "Our aim was to sort of make fun of all the Anna Nicole Smith coverage, you know, just the mania over that," he said." INSTEAD You poked fun at the tibe and Native Americans in general. Had it been true, someone would have made a fuss about exploiting the little kid like that. Perhaps a complaint should be filed with the proper agencies for them doing the same to that kid. Besides.........ROFLMAO that kid is not good looking enough to an Indian!
Well after seeing Inside Edition today, the cockey reporter that wrote the article is a total ass! He is right, people want to believe this stuff. HOWEVER, this reporter and the paper owe the TO Nation a written and public apology for their hoax! The reporter and this paper slammed Native Americans in general and accused Anna Nicole Smith of saying some horrible RACIST remarks! SO TECHNICALLY, THIS REPORTER AND THIS PAPER ARE BUNCH OF RACIST PIGS! They ought to be sued for slander to the TO tribe!
What an unbelievable story. First of all, any one who claims to be full blooded native from Sells Arizona do not look like the man in the picture. He is not FULL blooded. They have dark colored skin, love handles from all them beans and popovers. I know first hand on alcoholism on reservation and the choice of drink next to Natural Ice is not Pine-Sol. It is cough syrup and mouthwash, Easily obtainable, along with hairspray that the spray into a plastic bag and then mix that with kool-aid or water, aka Ocean Water. Second, a gunnery sergent is a position in the Marines and not the Army. Third, Housing on the rezervations do not have clean yards, they are full of junk cars, toys, old appliences, like in my yard. Fourth, I don't think that Mr. Soto would be living in a run down house when he could afford to live in the city. Nice neighborhood. If he was getting all that money as he's claiming. I live on the rez, single parent of 3, decent paying job that allows us to live off a $2,500.00 monthly that covers bills and some. You can live on the rez, any rez for very cheap. He should have alot of money, or is he spending it all on Jack Daniels and if he was drinking to deal with the lost of his love, He sure as hell would not look like the clean cut shaven handsome man in them photos. And if he claims to be a traditionally religous, he shouldn't have to turn to booze to cope with ANS death. So I think this is all b/s. The opinion of one Native American who has Traditional beliefs and lives in the heart of Indian Country.
Can't everyone see this an early April Fool's Joke that New Times is famous for? Apparently not. Very funny!
I agree that he does not look Native American in anyway, especially not T.O.Look at his features, what native guy out there has a beard?? Unless of course he's not full like he claims to be. He's a Fraud! Plain & Simple. Probably one of those white people who always claims that he's part indian say, Cherokee *LOL*
Johnny Soto is too ugly to be a Native person, us Natives are beautiful people and its a shame he is trying to act like he is from the Tohono Oodham tribe. He looks white to me. Anyone agree?
Again, this Johnny Soto guy claims to be full-blooded Native American *chokes with laughter* You really believe this crock of lies? Anybody can see he looks like someone who clearly pulled off of an online ad. And the picture with him holding the bottle of whiskey looks too fake. Looks likes someone who's craving attention. Again, I still think this is a hoax, wouldn't this have reached national headlines or the tabloids by now?P/S: The wardance was something else, interesting though *LOL*
I think Soto is exagerating Anna's 'whiteness' and alleged racism. Soto didn't mention that Anna Nicole was part-Blackfoot Indian. She spoke of it during her reality show. If I'm remembering correctly, it was a great-grandmother that was Indian.
Hey #129, so you don't get the point, it's just like what you are saying: The boy's hair must be fair - brighter color, like your daughter's (coz Anna's hair was very blond), and his eyes must be blue-hazel like your daughter's, like or a little bit darker than Anna's if Anna had blue eyes and Johnny had dark ones. But in the pic, the boy's eyes are even brighter than Anna's ... impossible !
Sounds like someone's got a pretty active imagination.Produce the goods, the letters, the money transfers,the DNA of the child.
#129 needs to buy herself a sense of humor, size XXL. If the article is one of the New Times'April Fools Day gags, it's no worse than what you'd see on MAD TV, SNL, the Comedy channel, or in movies like "White Chicks" or others. Seems like the whole point is to skewer stereotypes and the worship of celebs, so get a grip. I'm married to a woman who's part Cherokee and she thought it was hilarious.
Even as a joke this article is disgusting and offensive. To perpetuate those kinds of stereotypes about Native people is NOT funny. Imagine if the father had been Black or Jewish and they used *those* kinds of stereotypes instead. No one would be laughing. They'd be up in arms and calling it horrible. This kind of racism is not funny expressly for the reason that stupid people BELIEVE IT.
Nor do I think it's funny to attribute racism to a dead woman who can't defend herself, or to use a real child in a fake story.
Also- 127/Baby, you're wrong. I am a full-blooded Native American and my husband is a blonde haired, blue eyed Irishman (from Ireland). We have four children and they range widely in skin, eye, and hair colors. My youngest daughter is tan like me, but with fair hair and beautiful blue-hazel eyes. Please learn about real genetics (and not that middle-school Mendel squares kiddy stuff, either) before you make a fool of yourself. If this story weren't so ridiculously outlandish and racist, it would be quite possible that that little boy could be ANS's.
Right, this damn bitch fucked everybodies of all kinds, all colors, all class ... for all purposes ... no doubt.But the story has details to sounds like hoax, for exp, like someother said: - Where is even 1 pic of the boy together with his father, with ANS ...- That Johnny is hard to be believed a full blooded Indian.
IN ADDITION: (I have mix-blooded kids, I know these facts) - The boy's eyes are too blue to be Anna' son plus if the father's eyes are that dark color. While his hair is too dark to be that blonded Anna's son, too. - The Indian described himself in the story like he had very dark skin, but he doesn't look like that in pics .....
C'mon, people. Go back and read the quotes attributed to this man. Nobody talks like that in real life! This is just an example of creative writing!
New Times, your humor outdoes itself. I like the fact you keep us on our toes. I like the fact that silly people will read this stuff and believe it true. Funny stuff. The satire is thick. The story line is hysterical. So many "tells". So fake.
Thanks for making me laugh. Cant wait to see what silly ass reporter "reports" this article as true. DOOOPED again! Keep 'em coming New Times.
Gotta go.....my taxidermied mother is falling over....
I didn't read ALL the comments... but am I the only one that noticed that there was no actual picture of the "dad" and the child together??? Why do the dad's pics look like they came off of an online dating ad and the pics of the boy are generic.... notice the one of him watching the funeral... can't see his face.
I also find it very difficult to believe that the "tabloids" would not have caught wind of a Anna's pregnancy.
Until I see/hear that a DNA test proves this (very adorable) little boy is Anna's... I call BULLSHIT also.