I was in a hotel room in Brasov, Romania. It was about 7 p.m. I was sitting on the bed and I was due to commentate on an MMA show at 9 p.m.
My phone rang. It was my Mum. I picked it up and she said, “Your Dad is dead”.
I said, “Okay, I'll call you back”. I hung up.
A girl who was in the room with me at the time. She said, “What happened”? I said, “My Dad died”.
Tristan was on the other bed. He said, “Dad's dead?” I said, “Dad's dead.”
And then we just sat there quietly for about 10 to 15 minutes.
And then I said, “Tristan, let's get ready and go do this show.” He said, “Are we still doing it?” I said, “Yeah.”
I didn't see the advantage of cancelling our commentating contract, when they flew us there from England.
We commentated on the entire show. After the show, we went back to the room. The girl I was with was like, “Oh, is there anything I can do?” I was like, “No.”
I was very irritable. She kept asking me if I was okay and it was pissing me off.
I was like, “Can you just sleep somewhere else? Just leave me alone. You can't resurrect my father and you just keep asking me questions and you're pissing me off.”
She left the room.
Dad died of a heart attack in a chess tournament. Literally died on a chessboard. Best way to go for a professional chess player.
Tears ran down my face, but I did not cry.
There were tears in my eyes, but I don't know if sad is the right word for how I felt.
I felt more anxious.
Imagine every police officer on the planet just evaporates. You’d be like, “Well, what happens now?" You're nervous, on edge, scared, worried.
That's how it felt. I didn't feel sad. I understood mortality well enough. It was more like, “Okay, well, Dad's gone.”
So now what? Like, “T, what do we do? Dad's gone. We're the bosses now. We don't get told what to do anymore.”
This is weird. That's how it felt. A strange anxiousness.
And the weirdest thing about this is that the day before he died, I had messaged him.
I was in a nightclub in Brasov. We talked on Facebook every few days. I messaged him randomly:
“Dad, my chi feels off. Are you here?”
It's the last message I sent him. He never read it.
And then he died.
The next day I woke up and my inbox on Facebook was flooded with stories from people who knew my Dad. It was very nice for me to read these stories of people I'd never heard of.
People were like, “Hi, you don't know who I am, but I was in the military with your father.”
“I met your father at a chess tournament.”
They told me all these amazing stories of my father doing incredible things.
A guy sent me a message saying, “Nobody is going to understand when you tell people how smart your father was. But I just want to tell you a quick story that when I joined the military, I was already fluent in Russian, and I lived with my Russian wife. And within two weeks, your father was correcting my Russian.”
It was the Air Force record for the fastest assimilation of a foreign language.
It was incredible. Everyone called him E-T, like an alien. They told me all these stories.
A kid in Africa contacted me, said, “I can't get hold of your Dad. He's not responding.”
I'm like, who are you? “Your Dad was sending me money and paying for my chess lessons.” I didn't know my Dad was sending this kid money.
So I sent this kid some money.
It was sobering but refreshing for me to read all these nice stories about him. To know that he made an impact on so many people's lives.
And the fact that he died while playing chess gave me huge solace. I was happy that he died at a chessboard. That's how he should have died.
A hero’s death. A warrior’s death. That's the best death I could have ever hoped for him. On the battlefield.
Now I want to affect as many people's lives as possible and die a hero's death.
I would hate to die peacefully in my sleep. I can do better than that.
If this story ends with me pissing off the government so much that eventually I get drive-by shot somewhere, I wouldn't be disappointed with that ending.
I pissed them off and I upset them and I broke The Matrix and I told the truth and they had to assassinate me. I'll take that.
My father was 57, which is still quite young. But that's still 20 more years for me.
In 20 years from now, I'll be kind of tired. I'm already bored of the women. I'm bored of the cars. I'm bored of the money. I'm bored of the diamond watches.
I understand if I continue down the trajectory I'm continuing down, that the end result is going to be me getting into a lot of trouble. And getting killed.
I'm ready for the bullet. Dying a hero's death is far better to me than a few extra years of consciousness and dying peacefully in your sleep.
A hero's death is the best thing a man could ever hope for. Men used to go out looking for it.
My father died a hero's death, He left a massive impact on people's lives.
And isn't it a son's job to follow in his father's footsteps? Isn't that the whole point of it? I mean, I do have his name.
I was in a hotel room in Brasov, Romania. It was about 7 p.m. I was sitting on the bed and I was due to commentate on an MMA show at 9 p.m.
My phone rang. It was my Mum. I picked it up and she said, “Your Dad is dead”.
I said, “Okay, I'll call you back”. I hung up.
A girl who was in the room with me at the time. She said, “What happened”? I said, “My Dad died”.
Tristan was on the other bed. He said, “Dad's dead?” I said, “Dad's dead.”
And then we just sat there quietly for about 10 to 15 minutes.
And then I said, “Tristan, let's get ready and go do this show.” He said, “Are we still doing it?” I said, “Yeah.”
I didn't see the advantage of cancelling our commentating contract, when they flew us there from England.
We commentated on the entire show. After the show, we went back to the room. The girl I was with was like, “Oh, is there anything I can do?” I was like, “No.”
I was very irritable. She kept asking me if I was okay and it was pissing me off.
I was like, “Can you just sleep somewhere else? Just leave me alone. You can't resurrect my father and you just keep asking me questions and you're pissing me off.”
She left the room.
Dad died of a heart attack in a chess tournament. Literally died on a chessboard. Best way to go for a professional chess player.
Tears ran down my face, but I did not cry.
There were tears in my eyes, but I don't know if sad is the right word for how I felt.
I felt more anxious.
Imagine every police officer on the planet just evaporates. You’d be like, “Well, what happens now?" You're nervous, on edge, scared, worried.
That's how it felt. I didn't feel sad. I understood mortality well enough. It was more like, “Okay, well, Dad's gone.”
So now what? Like, “T, what do we do? Dad's gone. We're the bosses now. We don't get told what to do anymore.”
This is weird. That's how it felt. A strange anxiousness.
And the weirdest thing about this is that the day before he died, I had messaged him.
I was in a nightclub in Brasov. We talked on Facebook every few days. I messaged him randomly:
“Dad, my chi feels off. Are you here?”
It's the last message I sent him. He never read it.
And then he died.
The next day I woke up and my inbox on Facebook was flooded with stories from people who knew my Dad. It was very nice for me to read these stories of people I'd never heard of.
People were like, “Hi, you don't know who I am, but I was in the military with your father.”
“I met your father at a chess tournament.”
They told me all these amazing stories of my father doing incredible things.
A guy sent me a message saying, “Nobody is going to understand when you tell people how smart your father was. But I just want to tell you a quick story that when I joined the military, I was already fluent in Russian, and I lived with my Russian wife. And within two weeks, your father was correcting my Russian.”
It was the Air Force record for the fastest assimilation of a foreign language.
It was incredible. Everyone called him E-T, like an alien. They told me all these stories.
A kid in Africa contacted me, said, “I can't get hold of your Dad. He's not responding.”
I'm like, who are you? “Your Dad was sending me money and paying for my chess lessons.” I didn't know my Dad was sending this kid money.
So I sent this kid some money.
It was sobering but refreshing for me to read all these nice stories about him. To know that he made an impact on so many people's lives.
And the fact that he died while playing chess gave me huge solace. I was happy that he died at a chessboard. That's how he should have died.
A hero’s death. A warrior’s death. That's the best death I could have ever hoped for him. On the battlefield.
Now I want to affect as many people's lives as possible and die a hero's death.
I would hate to die peacefully in my sleep. I can do better than that.
If this story ends with me pissing off the government so much that eventually I get drive-by shot somewhere, I wouldn't be disappointed with that ending.
I pissed them off and I upset them and I broke The Matrix and I told the truth and they had to assassinate me. I'll take that.
My father was 57, which is still quite young. But that's still 20 more years for me.
In 20 years from now, I'll be kind of tired. I'm already bored of the women. I'm bored of the cars. I'm bored of the money. I'm bored of the diamond watches.
I understand if I continue down the trajectory I'm continuing down, that the end result is going to be me getting into a lot of trouble. And getting killed.
I'm ready for the bullet. Dying a hero's death is far better to me than a few extra years of consciousness and dying peacefully in your sleep.
A hero's death is the best thing a man could ever hope for. Men used to go out looking for it.
My father died a hero's death, He left a massive impact on people's lives.
And isn't it a son's job to follow in his father's footsteps? Isn't that the whole point of it? I mean, I do have his name.
Jeffrey Einstein and the gang were on an island raping young girls and decapitating babies but you guys don’t care about that.
You care about alleged Tate victims from 2010 and a streamer that’s retaliating on the guy she fell in love with.
You come on this page calling people pedos and rapists but you literally cover for the real human traffickers and child molesters.
We see you.
Jeffrey Einstein and the gang were on an island raping young girls and decapitating babies but you guys don’t care about that.
You care about alleged Tate victims from 2010 and a streamer that’s retaliating on the guy she fell in love with.
You come on this page calling people pedos and rapists but you literally cover for the real human traffickers and child molesters.
We see you.
When you feel exhausted remember that you are powered by an ancient engine, the collective stamina of every soul in your lineage who refused to give up.
The Matrix is gonna have to hire better actors and debaters.
The current haters come to our page only to look RIDICULOUS in the end.
THEY WILL NOT STOP THE TRUTH.
THE TATES ARE INNOCENT.
The Matrix is gonna have to hire better actors and debaters.
The current haters come to our page only to look RIDICULOUS in the end.
THEY WILL NOT STOP THE TRUTH.
THE TATES ARE INNOCENT.
Today, after 62 days in jail, a member of staff rushed up to me with forms on how to use the phone.
I've been here for over 2 months without any access to a phone call and have been ignored every time I ask, but after this tweet, they panicked and brought me phone instructions within 30 minutes.
I should have had a phone call on day one.
Imagine every man held here before me.
If I were just a normal American citizen here without a global voice, they would have ignored me forever.
Is FDC where men get thrown in holes and can’t contact their families, based on accusations from another country? Events that supposedly happened 15 years ago?
This is how FDC Miami is treating American citizens being held in prison PRE-TRIAL. UNCONVICTED.
There are thousands of men in this building who do not have a large enough Twitter account to get their rights respected.
The jail is reading every post. They are afraid. They are breaking laws daily and they know they are.
It is time for somebody senior at @OfficialFBOP to visit and audit this facility URGENTLY.
Anyone who ignores what is happening here is culpable.
Most of the men in here, whether innocent or guilty of alleged crimes, are UNCONVICTED.
If it is innocent until proven guilty, there are innocent Americans in these conditions.
They have reduced my food to half a tray, stone cold. They’re trying to punish me.
I would never kill myself.
The mother of my daughter was in a serious car crash. She is in hospital.
Since I came to FDC, I have not been afforded a single phone call in 60 days. Not one.
This is against the law.
In Romania, I had phone calls. Here, I have zero.
I asked the staff urgently for my first phone call in 60 days, to speak to the mother of my child who’s in hospital after a car crash.
They declined my call.
Walked away.
Nobody has been outside of my cell for 12 hours since, I have nobody to protest to.
@OfficialFBOP
https://t.co/HKjWeo7eBX is going to be updated with the sites where protests will be planned.
Telegram/discord channels will be created.
If you would like to join in these efforts comment below.
All haters will be blocked so please comment so we can get you out the way now.
https://t.co/HKjWeo7eBX is going to be updated with the sites where protests will be planned.
Telegram/discord channels will be created.
If you would like to join in these efforts comment below.
All haters will be blocked so please comment so we can get you out the way now.
You need to understand that my father raised us with duty for our last name. The highest expectations because our last name is ‘Tate’.
My Dad didn’t coddle me. He beat me when I fucked up, and I’m better for it. “I tell these boys the truth: life’s hard, stop crying, get tough”. That’s what a father does.
This was beneficial to me. It prevented me from doing detrimental things in my life.
He was a super principled man. He said I must analyse every firmly held belief I have, realize where it came from, who gave it to me, and whether they have my best interests at heart.
He lived in a scary and combative world where he was surrounded by enemies in his mind. He was paranoid, but he was reacting to the reality he lived in.
He had unfortunate incidents involving pure violence. He knew the world can become violent quickly. He told me that they are coming for me, like they came for him.
I remember vividly, I was about eight or nine years old. My father won a chess tournament. A low level one. He made like $3,000, or something, and he said, “Listen, son, the rent is paid and I either want 100 grand or nothing”.
So, we went to the casino and my Dad lost all the money.
On the way back we went to a gas station. I went to the back to the coolers and I opened them to get a drink. Then I heard all this noise. When I turned around, my Dad was fighting three men.
I don't know how the fight started. He had one of them up against the door and he was biting his face. The other two were punching my Dad in the back of the head.
I'm a kid and I just stood there like, “What the fuck”, and the Korean guy behind is shouting,
“Stop stop stop”.
I didn't know what to do, so I went to walk over and although my Dad was getting punched, although he's biting this guy, I remember him turning to me and shouting, “Stay there”.
Then he went back to biting the guy. I still don't know to this day how the fight started.
My Dad had blood on his face. Some from the guy, some from him. His eye was black. His eye socket got fractured. His eyes closed and bruised up.
We stood there and the Korean guy started panicking. The guys threatened to kill him as they left, “We're going to fucking kill you”, like gang bangers. Then he said to us:
“My store is damaged. Wait for the police. Wait for the police”.
I think my Dad was a bit disoriented. He never went down, but I could tell he was a bit dizzy. Dad stood there, in a military position, in the corner of the place, and waited for the police officer to come.
The police officer came and started doing reports. He asked what happened. The police officer said to my Dad, “So you fought these three guys! Okay, well, what's your job”?
My Dad said “I'm a chess player”, and the police officer said, “Well, maybe you should have been something else”.
Then Dad said “My unmatched perspicacity coupled with my sheer indefatigability makes me a feared opponent in any realm of human endeavor.”
I remember him giving this answer to the police officer. The police officer had a quizzical expression. His eyebrows were pulled down and together.
And that was a saying that my Dad started using then on after, and I adopted it.
That's the only time I ever saw him fight, that he didn't win. I mean, he got fucked up, but he didn't go down. He dealt with all three of them, and they ran, and he was left in the end.
My father was a super unique individual. You have to imagine a big black guy. A physically dominating, dangerous guy who's a chess genius.
He was also extremely condescending. But I understand why he was the way he was. When you're wired like he is, everyone else is a moron.
Andrew Tate & Tristan Tate's first ever recorded video from their brokie days decades ago
They truly came from the absolute bottom to the absolute top
FREE ANDREW TATE NOW!
The US Government is locking 2 US citizens in the SHU for 60 days on a foreign warrant.
No U.S. crime.
No conviction on Earth.
If the 8th Amendment bans the government from inflicting cruel and unusual punishments, then this a clear cut example of violating the 8th.
Regardless of how you feel about Andrew and Tristan Tate, ask yourself this:
How can anyone defend against serious allegations without receiving full details of the case and adequate time to examine the evidence?
Due process is not a favor.
It is the foundation of justice.