The Life and Times of Mike and Kermit

I have a bitter disdain for Mike McGuiness. I had a time with my landlord. I was beginning to go to the meetings at City Hall as an attempt to get some resolve. They all pointed to my City Councilperson, Melanie Rutherford. Who since then has cussed a fellow member and told him that she didn’t care about his dead mother. Someone taped it and spread it all over the internet. I haven’t had a chance to hear it, but I hear it was a dramatic conversation. They all preached her demise, and I say, “Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person.” The council had set up this escrow program in the city. I hadn’t wanted to get involved, because my landlord would go crazy, if he wasn’t getting paid and I was. I have had problems with him since I moved in that apartment with him coming into my apartment when I was at work, throwing money in my dirty panties, going through my trash and anything else he wanted to do. I came to City Council for help and as the President of the City Council, he should have come forward to ask me questions to get some insight on what was going on with my situation and asked me if he could help; nothing.

One thing that I noticed while at these meetings is the silent conversation with Kermit Williams. They would flash looks, nods and all kinds of stuff like that. I immediately took notice of the exchanges and took note and filed it in the “for later” file. When I saw the closeness of the pair, I knew they had made a pack. If the other won, the other would look after the other. Maybe with that county money or even be the others deputy mayor. There was something going on. Mike tried his best to impress me with his messages. He wants to impress the people of Pontiac with his charisma, and smooth talk, like the carpet baggers that tricked all the Black folk after the Civil War. Men who came to the cities of the South with their cheap luggage to reap the rewards from a city in shambles, and having no true ties to the city with IL attempt. Dierdre Waterman mentions these people in her first campaign. I don’t care what you think, she’s a very smart woman, and thanks to her husband that widow knows what’s going on. This is what came to mind...

Mike McGuiness has hooked up with some influential Black folk and is using his many charms, his mulatto children and fresh suits and his brown shoes to start a movement amongst Pontiac’s people. We have a lot more White people in Pontiac, now. Who are tired of the septic tanks and well water. Dips in their front yard for water run-offs and more. Mike needs to charge them for damning Cass, Elizabeth, and Sylvan Lakes up. The Clinton River has run its course. The Mill Dam no longer has the water gushing from the dam, anymore. Waterford pumps water from Cass into Elizabeth Lakes and vice versa. Against the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). If they took down those damns, Waterford would stop being Waterford. All the lakes would flow into Pontiac and disappear.

My Biology teacher took us North where the Clinton River begins and it is barely a sputter, covered with grass and weeds. That was 30 years ago. It’s probably a trickle now. Black folk don’t care about water, boating or jet skiing, but you’re taking away a part of landscape and you should pay for it. There should be discussions about it. Plus, every spring Sylvan Lakes dumps some kind of chemical in their lake that kills the algae in the lake that kills everything in the lake and the river. Very illegal to the EPA and no one cares, because no one cares about the water here. There is a street in Pontiac in the back near Starr and Draper that has million-dollar homes sitting in Pontiac on the lake. Gorgeous homes. Who are these people? They are mostly Trumpers and the Dems that live back there didn’t want no one to know they were Dems and snatched my signs off there doors immediately. I think one man growled at me, when he pulled my door hanger off his screen door. Then two couples came out and pretended to hold a conversation, spying on me. These are the people who will vote for Mike Guiness.

As long the money is good, he’s good. The real issues will not be addressed and the people, the taxes, parks and roads will be ignored. My long-time friend who was my nail lady supports Kermit. She used her platform to spread rumors about Dierdre Waterman. She told me that Waterman had stolen millions of dollars from the city, which was a lie. It was fruit salad and coffee. Kermit never liked Ms. Waterman and tried to destroy her name anyway he could. Now, he and Mike are trying to rob the city. He’s lining himself with some powerful negroes to rob us blind. I’m still wondering what he did to get here. He is so good, but he is not that good. I’m wondering if he keeps snitching, can he keep stealing. I’m going to call them the “Rainbow Brigade.” That’s my first theory. (wink)

“Anyone who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with their own hands, that they may have something to share with those in need.” – Ephesians 4:28

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Give me my Money: The County Crawl

These two people think they have hit the jackpot. They are about to get rich off the partnership with the County. They are so excited. Look at the smiles on their faces. I woke up to it. I went to sleep. My candidate didn’t win, and I was bummed. I heard that they were going to give it to Mike McGuiness. You know most elections are rigged in corrupt cities like Pontiac. I guess McGuiness is the best of three evils. It was either him, Kermit or Alex. I was going for Alex, because even though she was supported by Conway, she has experience in city business. If you read my blog, you know how I feel about Kermit Williams. I made post cards up around the city asking that he be recalled when he was on Council.I believe they had people go behind me and take them off the counter. At least I made an effort. I never knew who Mike McGuiness was. He came up in Pontiac when I was in prison, falsely accused of stalking. He has never wanted anything to do with me. In fact, when I got home from prison, I saw him, and he gave me the craziest look. It was like I was a ghost or something. I thought to myself, “Maybe he thinks I’m going to stalk him or something. I know he is gay, and I remember one day saying out loud, “What a waste, he is so fine!” I could have said it in my own house, because those bi-sexual deputies always have my living quarters bugged, and my phones tapped. He runs in the same circles, and they may have told him what I had said.

Having to turn down a woman is a very uncomfortable thing for a gay man. I have loved the same man for a long time and have no need to have to seek out a man who couldn’t possibly want me. A man who doesn’t want anything with my kind, a female. I don’t want to talk about that. Anything he does is his business. What he does with city money, however, is my business. He and Angela Powell are thinking they are about to clean up with this partnership with Oakland County and Pontiac. They are probably setting up their “slush funds” as we speak. I bet, like me, they can’t sleep thinking about the money they will get from the millions of dollars they will steal from that deal. Not on my watch. I’m not living in Pontiac, right now. My slumlord illegally evicted me from my apartment. He stole my furniture and anything he wanted, before he set the rest out. As the President of the City Council, he wouldn’t do anything for me. Return my calls, address me at meetings or give me an ounce of his time. Now, I hear they are naming the street I grew up on for my slumlord. What? (in my Katt Williams voice) I left him a mean message, he didn't return that call either! When he decided to run, he was all on my page, in my feed and in reels. I left him a little note, saying what I just said, and it stopped.

With everything that’s going on with me and the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department, you think Angie and I would have talked at least once about it. Nope never. She sees me coming and goes in the opposite direction. Crooked, and not interested in helping a sister, but she is my county commissioner. I can tell you when this hit the fan in 2011, Tim Greimel was County Commissioner, and he was great! He invited me to a County Commissioner’s Meeting, and I told my story about prostitution. He has never backed out of it. That’s probably why he had so many problems as Mayor, he’s not corrupt. Angie and Mike will make a dynamic duo in Pontiac with all their money they are looking forward to stealing. I know a lot of Angie’s family. The Powell’s on Perkins Street. She got thieves and drug dealers in her immediate family, and she’s hasn't fallen far from the tree. The idea that she doesn’t want anything from me lets me know she’s no good.

Where did Mike McGuiness come from, anyway? I went to his Facebook page and it’s not Pontiac. I don’t know where he comes from, because it’s not here! His mother is a fortune teller, which lets me know he knows how to tell people what they want to hear. I wonder if his mother told him about me. Pontiac seems to not notice he was there when the school district got all that money to fix the high school. Then he left there as President and became the President of the City Council and we don’t even know him! We have just opened the door to let this stranger in to rob us. He has a source, maybe in the State or even the FBI. All them aren't morally solid. They aren't all good! The thing is he knows what’s going on, because of the moves he’s making. From the school district and now to Mayor as we once again get this money. This money is a lot of money. Millions! Why are we trusting this man with it? He’s going to use Angie to seem legit to Black folk and rob us blind! He hasn’t said a word about them hiring Black folk or the Sheriff's Department getting paid twice by pimping our young people. Just standing in front of where the Pheonix Center used to be, holding out his hands to his “Cash Cow”. You are going to have a hard time with it Mr. McGuiness. I’m here for it, all of it. You too, Angie…

Ezekiel 22:27: "Her prince in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain."

An Open Letter to Director Todd Lyons: Head of ICE

Dear Director Lyons:

I’ve been living in hotels since January 2025. I saw you on the national news, yesterday. I liked what you said about doing the job you were directed to do. "It's really not personal." In Oakland County the Sheriff’s Department had made the entire county one great big whorehouse. There are tons of Mexicans here. I was mad at Trump when he was separating children from their parents and stuff. I saw all those camps and gages and thought he was a bad man. My apartment had no heat. It was a cold winter this year. I got up one day, made a reservation and went to live in a nearby hotel. Auburn Hills has 23 hotels that were built specifically to cater to that guest who attended Pistons games and concerts at the Palace. Now, they have turned into ill-reputed. I am an attractive woman. The first hotel I stayed in, Mainstay Hotel and Suites, put me out to live there for five months and not participating in prostitution. First, they made up an ordinance that said that I couldn’t live in an extended stay longer than 90 days, and when I left couldn’t return for 365 days. I left there and went to another hotel about a mile away. It was pretty much the same thing. Women live in these places for free, and prostitute for the people who manage these places. They expected me to partake in illegal sexual exploit to have a place to stay and raise money.

I am a 54-year-old woman. At around 40, I was arrested and discovered that the deputies at the Oakland County Jail were selling men and women in the clinic in the jail. The men and women who bought inmates went on the county’s website and the inmate search and picked their potential sex partner from our mugshots. I say potential, because I wasn't going to participate! I was arrested for trying to make a complaint to the Chief of Police in Pontiac. That is my Constitutional Right. They give you food, and judges give lighter sentences to inmates who participate. I wasn’t going to make myself a whore when I’ve never been one, for something I didn’t do, and could do based on the law of the land. It was a serious situation for me, because I was picked on a lot. First, they sicked the women on me. Sleep deprivation and food denial. They wood feed me and the women in my POD scraps and give me less food when I began to complain about the situation. I wrote to the Governor at the time, Jennifer Granholm, my Senator and Representatives and any that were in and near Oakland County.

I was sent to the Forensic Center in Saline, Michigan. They found me Incompetent to Stand Trial. My judge, Martha Anderson, tried to badgered me in open court to accept a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity Plea (NGRI). I refused to take the plea. I was not crazy and at that time had gotten two degrees from a community college. I could assist my counsel just fine. It didn’t stop them from institutionalizing me two other times. Twice on the Chief of Police case and a third time on another bogus case that the so-called victim had got caught in a lie. A police detective I went to school with.That they had railroaded me into prison for stalking,six years before. I say railroaded, because that’s my man. I love him, and even though I didn’t know it at the time, I spent four years in prison for. A police detective doesn’t deserve time in prison, especially for something he didn’t do. I had written him seven love letters that they turned into stalking. Everyone was for my demise. It was the judge, the police, the prosecutor and my own attorney, William Cataldo. Who is now Lead Homicides Prosecutor in Macomb County, also in Michigan, one county away from Oakland. Southeastern Michigan is corrupt! Wayne County, Oakland and Macomb.

Now, what I need you to know. As the Head of ICE, there are things you should know. After leaving the second hotel in Auburn Hills, I ended up in Farmington Hills, it’s a small city in Oakland County, near the Southern point of Wayne, and Detroit. I thought that I had finally found peace. I figured with all the hotels left from the Palace being torn down, Oakland County had just set up shops like the had in the jail. Farmington Hills is 10 miles south. In a affluent part of Oakland County, near other affluent smaller cities like Southfield, West Bloomfield and Novi. I was wrong, and when my brother-in-law pulled up there was hookers at the front door, young teens pouring beer down each other’s throat and just one big party. As usual, the Oakland County Sheriff Department had told them I was coming. They follow me everywhere. They have my phone tapped and cloned and follow have people to befriend me to try and find out everything they do not know. They steal and lost me my job at Home Depot, was responsible for my landlord evicting me. The county clerks refused to file my motion, and my landlord illegally evicted me and stole all my furniture. It’s their attempt to “turn me out”, by making me homeless. And then there is the Mexicans!

At the hotels in Auburn Hills there were a few that found me attractive enough to buy from management. They’d smile and look at me for too long, but when I got to the Extended Stay America they were everywhere! The men who work here, along with the OCSD use cameras in the hotel. I know there is a camera in my room. On July 10, 2025, I went out shopping. I don’t know my way around and use my GPS to get around on my phone. I had left in in my console and went back out to get it. Somebody had to know I was leaving my room, because there was three Mexicans at the door as I walked out blocking my way to my car. Then once they moved a Black man flagged me down to ask what hotel this is. I acted as if I didn’t hear him, but he kept acting dumb, until I finally got to moving. As I looked up to leave, there was about 10 Mexicans walking towards me. I didn’t freeze that would have made me a “sitting duck”. I just walked with purpose and got to my SUV and retrieved my phone and they were almost on me. I couldn’t go back the way I had come, they had all huddled there. I went around to the front entrance and into my room.

I was raped when I was 14 years old. It was two days before my 15th birthday.I thought these men were going to gang rape me in the parking lot. I never told the building manager. To this day the management and OCSD use cameras to tell the men when I’m leaving my room, and they all gather in the lobby to gawk and see if I’ve changed my mind about prostituting. This is for a deputy who used to beat my friend 30 years ago. I guess cops have no statue of limitations on their crimes. My brother’s been home for three. If it means that he or I will have to go to prison, I'll try to keep him safe by staying away. I love my brother very much! The way they railroaded me, there is no way the couldn’t do him the same way. I don’t think it would be easy for him. My brother did 19 years; God help him if he did more time or if they had him killed. Illegal Mexicans aren’t all of it. They steal, that’s the reason they lost my job at Home Depot, in 2002, they were stealing from Sears where I worked. I saw the same cast of characters at Home Depot. It had been over 20 years.They single handedly closed that, Mall. There is nothing there now but an empty field! I’m “the one that got away”. I’ve been dealing with these people for my entire adult life.

I went to Farmington Hills Police and filed a police report. The men don’t come around anymore to work, the Farmington Hills Police drive the territory, but the ones left harass me. I think they are permanent residents that prostitute for room and board. They beat on the walls, stomp on the floor and make all kinds of noise around here. I guess they think if I go away, things can go back to the way they were. The clerk at the front desk said I shouldn’t have called ICE, “they are great guys”. Great guys who buy the women they let live here. ICE never came, anyway. They are more than likely a part of the corruption. At the time I was in jail they had one Asian woman, my girl, Lisa. Now they have massage parlors, nail shops and restaurants that cater to Asian prostitution. I’m sure all those women aren’t legal, either. Since the Mexicans are few, they’ve been hauling Indians/Asian men to sell prostitutes to. I’m not sure if they are legal, but they are low-grade men who have no respect for me, just like the Mexicans. I have an MBA now! My sister is a doctor of internal medicine. What makes any of these men think I’m a prostitute? I am a woman that uses her mind and not her body to get by. I wrote a book about my time in jail. Thank you for your time…

Lesley Stanley

"13 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2 Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3 For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. 4 For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer."

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Dear Gino Part II

"Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? 15 Or what harmony has Christ with Belial, or what has a believer in common with an unbeliever? 16 Or what agreement has the temple of God with idols?" II Corinthians 6:11-7:1

Yesterday, I penned a letter to the notorious Gino Jennings. I was a bit angry, and I’m at the point now that I have more to say, and a lot more to clarify. I think it was August 1996 that I had given my life over to God. I wasn’t running from myself; I was running from people that were seeking my soul. I was living by myself and wanted so badly to stay that way. It was hard living with my mother, and still is, so my brother says. I had made up my mind to be free of sin. No men, no stealing and no fights with other people. Here I was working in a cesspool of thieves. I was there for three months and was promoted, with keys to the money. I chose to stay clean. I had just had another one of my pregnancies. I was not going back. My sex partner at the time, baby mama was having his third child, and I didn’t know then what was wrong with me, and I had tried celibacy for the second time, and it hadn’t worked, because I hadn’t discovered the God in me, yet.

The monsters, the flesh-eating money grabbing drug addicts were pouncing on me so hard some days that I never knew what to do. Do I go to work, or do I stay home? Most days I went to work. It was all I could do to not lose my little two room space. It was my sanctuary. No fighting, no arguing, just peace. I had to work to keep my peace. Only it got so hard to decide some days and “to go” got harder and harder. So, what I did was get tougher and tougher. It was August when I had finally had enough. I don’t remember what the last straw was, but I’d had enough and walked out and left my apron laid out in the parking lot. It was over. I called to get my job back, but it was too much, the idea that I had walked out, leaving my apron in the parking lot. It was a precursor to Home Depot. I was much better in 2024 then I was in 1996. I went home and sulked for a couple of weeks and one Saturday wrote in my diary, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m going to church tomorrow and find out!”

I went to church and found out that I needed God and joined the last Sunday of August. I was baptized on the first Sunday in September. I have never been the same. Things have always happened to me that were extraordinary, and I survived them all. When I tell you that September 11, 2001, will reign as the most extraordinary day in my life, I mean it. I had spoken in tongues, established some unique and loving friendships, but that day was it. Not because I spoke to the man of my dreams, but God had brought hell to the country and given me my purpose. It was like my Moses moment. Everyone was astonished and full of grief and I was plotting on the rest of my life. In August of 1998, He gave me a ministry of women, and I had no idea what that meant. I found that 9-11-2001 was the beginning of my call.

So, a lot of things happened. Gino was right, someone bore false witness against me and fooled the entire world. Evil men who seek carnage and other men booty holes force me in prison. It was so challenging I can’t lie, but it was God’s will. Jesus told his disciples “Learn of me.” He gave me rest in my most troubling times. The women that Gino disrespects make me think he’s a homosexual. He hates women so much and he’s jealous of me, because Jesus and me are friends. I don’t claim to be better; in fact, there is a lot of shame in my life. I love a man who sent me to jail. I love him, however. My ministry, beside the women, the whores and lesbians, is forgiveness. Jesus is life. I asked Gino to teach John, 15. In it Jesus teaches that there is no greater love that a man lay down his life for his brother. Not beat people with the Bible but beat them with love. The Bible teaches “Let your light so shine…” Gino doesn’t have any light. He always like God in the Old Testament, smiting people and killing people. No one died on Jesus watch in the New Testament. Lazarus died, while he was dead, and when Jesus came back, he raised him from the dead. He fed the 5,000, and did not smite them like he did in the days of The Law. We no longer live in the days of sacrifice, we live in the days of mercy and grace.The people were always moving God to kill them. Gino tried to kill me the other day. He spoke about killing Stephen one of a few murders in the New Testament. He will regret that. I had to catch myself and cried all night. I had my angel tell me to slow down and my man to be patient. This wasn’t the first time, just the first time they used a “jack legged” preacher to try and get me. You know these men have no fear. They say in their heart, “There is no God”. Their tricks are greater than the God I serve. God forbid. It’s been 24 years; did you tell Gino that? Because they haven't won in 24 years.They have never won, because even when you thought you were winning, you were really losing.

I believe in God and not myself. I would have NEVER made these 24 years without Him. I’m not some ungrateful preacher who believe the book is all about what I think. Jesus is love. Without love salvation is in vain. Name calling and putting people down is not love. If you see a man going wrong, you are supposed to help him, not call him names. But you thought you could come against me. I’m going to call on Jesus and ask what I must do, and love, love never fails. So, Gino, you and your drug addicted, homosexual, pedophile friend can all go down together. Since you like name calling, you can pick up up all those names or some of them. You need to learn humility. Jesus said, “I am meek and lowly.” Aren't we trying to be more like him. To stand in the pulpit and preach judgement is wrong. Jesus preached forgiveness and humility, please stop. Peter was bold and brash like you, and Jesus had to constantly reminded him of his ways. You want to be right all the time. You are not right about me.

I have never done anything to anyone. Not you or your confused friend and their evil ways, and that’s why they can’t win. They have been warring against me for over 24 years and are still fighting a useless battle. God is keeping me! He is the magic for me. He has let me know that you aren’t the preacher you say you are. REPENT! Fall on your knees and ask GOD for forgiveness. You came at me, because you only see in others as you see in yourself. You are a fake prophet, and you thought I was faking, too. No, sir, I really believe in God! I’m really His servant and I try to live for truth and justice, every day. I mean, I’m not perfect, but I seek him for reconciliation. I think you seek after your own self. You seek men who are thriving, and if they are not, itis up to punish them You calling them liars and money hungry in such a negative way is wrong. You are supposed to pray for them. You are a very angry angry man. I forgive you, just as Jesus forgave Mary at the well and she went to tell the people about the man she met who told her all about herself. The same Mary who went to Jesus to bath Him in oils and flowers so His body would not smell and found the grave empty. Went into the city to tell the people that Jesus had risen and the tomb was empty. All the men had forgotten about his promise, but she had not. You don’t want to call it preaching, we don’t have to call it that. Let’s call it what it is, FAITH. Without faith, sir, it’s impossible to please God. I have Faith in Him, my savior who keeps me from men like you. Men who think they are so “high and mighty” they believe sinner seeking to destroy God’s child. You know it, because you put up a sermon about Moses, today...You are Herod.

Love, Lesley

“Be kind and Compassionate to one another, forgive each other, just as God forgave you”. Ephesians 4:32

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand." Ephesians 6 12-13

Amen

Al Sharpton is Going to Sue Trump

This is funny. Yesterday, Trump said that Oprah, Beyonce and Al Sharpton needed to be Prosecuted for getting paid for endorsing Kamala Harris. Oprah and the Queen Bey have enough money they could pay Kamala Harris for running. He’s trying to pull another sexual deviant into his Epstein drama. You know they all know one another. Al Sharpton left his wife for a younger more pristine model. It's like on Big Brother when they put up two ponds, but there is only one they really want to put out the house. Bey nor Oprah don't need to win the Power of Veto. They will not be leaving the house! Plus, I haven’t forgotten how he became famous. Tawanna Bradley, the young woman that lied about being abused in NYC. Guess who was her advocate? A 300-pound Al Sharpton with a pregnancy belly. And a belt on, with a processed afro. I didn’t believe that in the 90’s a man was trying to look like James Brown.

N.A.N. The group he began has a chapter in Detroit. I saw them on the news. I thought, maybe they could help me with the Oakland County Sheriff’s thing. Well, they are no better than them. It was all these old men trying to get young women. We all know Trump likes young women. I don’t know about teenage women, but like Sharpton, he put his wife and mother of his children down for a young Marla Maples. If he goes down, he takes other “young women hunters” with him. N.A.N. Reflects Sharpton’s deviant ways. I believe that Sharpton took $650K, too. I have no idea why MSNBC keeps him on the air. Every time he comes on the television, I change the channel. He is very hard to look at and listen to. He has had weight loss surgery. Now, he resembles a child wearing a suit. His hair is falling out, but he holds on to the pompadour style that’s just ridiculous. Some people just can’t let go of the past. I wrote a blog, about my experience with N.A.N. It is copied below:

William Davis
National Action Network, President

I was scrolling through my Facebook page and saw a woman holding a sign in a post. I could tell that she was in a forum. I had seen similar post over the last few months. I had said to myself, “Self, you don’t need those kinds of problems”.  One day, out of curiosity, I stopped scrolling and listened. The audio was of poor quality.  This woman, Sonjia Simpson-Gardner, had her phone number all over Facebook, because she was asking for help for her and her daughter. She claimed that the Southfield Police Department was harassing her. She alleges that her next-door neighbor got his daughter pregnant, and one of her certifications made it her business to report crimes of this nature. After reporting the crime, she claims that he got some friends, on Southfield’s Police Department, to begin a harassment crusade that caused her harm.

Based on what she told me, she couldn’t work. When she did find a job, she would be fired without cause. We had just met, and I didn’t understand how she could continue living in her home in Southfield. She has a beautiful home, and I know the taxes there must be quite a bit, and I asked how she was surviving. She told me that she got welfare, worked odd jobs “here and there” and had “friends” that would help. What she said was, “And you know I have my little friends that help me out”. I took that to mean she had a couple of men that helped her out. I have one man that helps me out. So, the “s” was kinda interesting, but I still didn’t judge her. “Tough times call for tough measures” that is, until you cross me. Then I must tell my story.

Sonjia Simpson-Gardner

Sonjia told me that she had been going to Southfield City Council Meeting trying to get help. It was there that she found “the others” who had been going through it with Southfield’s administration. Many of its residents were being “unfairly” thrown out their homes. It seems that the Black people of Southfield are being targeted for their homes. Except, they are being evicted for failure to pay their taxes. How can someone set you up, for something that you failed to do? I could see if people of Southfield were being kicked-out their homes and had paid their taxes. It’s contrary to that. If you don’t pay your taxes, your home is taken, and you are evicted. It’s like the residents are stealing, or squatting. You pay your taxes you stay, but you don’t pay: an eviction notice is placed on your front door.

What makes it so bad, some of these home owners had paid for their homes. The way it was explained is that the city wasn’t informing the residents and selling the homes to organizations like “Habitat for Humanity” and other organizations. Another argument is the city is buying the homes themselves and selling them, after the fix them up, for top price. The man who was telling the story, said that they were selling to Whites and stealing the homes from Black owners, because they don’t notify them and sell the homes out from under them. He says that he wants to buy some of the homes to sell. He says that he keeps going to the Treasurer’s office to collect a list of the properties up for sell, due to delinquent taxes and he keeps being denied. So, they claim a conspiracy to make Southfield White, again. My friend, whose father worked for Ford lived in Southfield. Her family moved there in 1984 or so. It was around that time that many middle-class Black people were moving into Southfield from Detroit.

Now, some of them weren’t middle-class folk. Some of them were drug dealers looking to invest their illegal funds in a new home or one of the high-rises in Southfield. Because of that, I feel that Southfield is corrupt. I wrote a blog about a year ago about their old Chief of Police, Eric Hawkins. He was very crooked in my opinion. He was involved with a theft ring at my job at Sears, where his mother worked. In that blog, I wrote of his affiliation with Community Network Services (CNS). Ironically, he left Southfield in August of last year. Hawkins is a Black man, and up until he left, Sonjia and her friends couldn’t claim racism. She claims that all her woes started two years ago. There were no claims of a racist system by these people, until Hawkins left or after the woman running for Mayor, who was African-American, lost. Now everything is Black and White, when I say that everything is corrupt; period. I don’t care what color you are. She created a flyer to bring attention to the racial inequality in Southfield. It is posted below. She picked all the Whites out, but there are African-Americans in the Southfield administration and on their City Council.

I’m not saying these people are lying, but what I’m saying is that people not paying their taxes is not the fault of the city government. What they should do, instead of attacking an obviously vulnerable government, is raise money for those unable to pay their taxes. A system that has a majority White administration and a predominately Black citizenry, will always be marked racist. Ms. Simpson-Gardner has a good platform, but a lascivious way of going about it. If the man wants to buy these homes, he should find who needs help and help them, instead of screaming racism. I stood, in what was the first Oakland County Meeting of the National Action Network (NAN) and proclaimed that all White people aren’t bad people. After that, the entire room turned on me. Their leader, a minister called Reverend Charles Williams II, had just said it was important to keep the district, infamously governed by John Conyers, Black. As I listened, I heard remarks about how the young men in the streets of Southfield were being victim to “Stop and Frisk” in the neighborhoods. I disagreed with the police doing that but, what else?

When I spoke to Sonjia over the weeks, she told me about people who didn’t believe her stories. She told me one that I found to be unbelievable. She claimed lots of things, like rat poison in her walls, break-ins and job loss. She claims that police came and picked her up and took her to the mental ward at Beaumont Hospital. The man she had accused of child molestation had claimed the she had told him that she wanted to end her life. She also claimed that contrary to my experience of being jailed for long periods of time and committed three times, none of that had been done to her. Even if I’d been battling the police for the last 20+ years, it would be up to her to run the Oakland County Chapter of NAN. I told her that was fine, I never wanted to run anything, and only wanted someone to help me with my situation. Only she had seen my Facebook profile picture and felt that I would be competition, because her situation was so that looks and prowess was essential to be a part of this “organization”.

She and her players were all there. They had their meeting before the meeting and had decided on several issues. The first being that Sonjia would be president and four men stood up and said that was their wishes. A woman, I was suspicious if that was true or not, also stood up to support her. I just sat back and laughed to myself. I had seen this kind of behavior in the Baptist church 20 years before. I was kicked-off the serving committee at church in a secret meeting. One day there was a funeral, and I was informed that I no longer was a server, but a clean-up committee person. The head of the clean-up committee took me by the shoulders and whispered, “It’s okay, we get to have all the leftover food”. The Pastor, the reason I was kicked off, because I got to serve him, called me to him. Handing me his empty cup he asked for another cup of juice. I informed him that I couldn’t wait on him, because I was no longer a server. He simply replied, “Who told you that?” He practically placed the cup in my fist and order, “Girl, if you don’t get me some punch!”

It has always been that way with me and women. I am always nice to everyone, but they just don’t like me and feel threatened. It was an honor to serve our Pastor. I wasn’t allowed that honor, and the woman in charge of the servers had asked, in the secret meeting, “Who told her she could be on the serving committee.” Mrs. Arnett had taken up for me and had digressed but found that Ms. Jefferson was being mean. I had only started serving, because no one else was there to help. In fact, Ms. Liza was never at any of the events, funerals or afternoon services, but I was always there. But this was all about money now. Sonjia had a mortgage and a young daughter and no job. I’m sure she was tired of her “friends” and wanted a chance to get her own money. Everyone joining the group had to pay $25 to join.

I couldn’t stand it! She also sat and told Reverend Williams the President, William Davis, of the entire State of Michigan that she wasn’t going to spend all her time and money on starting the chapter and not be president. He just laughed and told her that they needed to elect committees before they started voting. Plus, he needed more members from Oakland County to participate, before electing officers. It’s not just a Southfield thing and all cities in Oakland County had to be represented. I left, because I saw where it was all going. I didn’t like her hug and I didn’t like her “people”. She was race baiting, along with the “other things” that she was doing to get control. I wrote to Pastor Charles Williams II, afterwards and he is so messy. Messy, just like I remembered the Baptist church being when I was placed on the clean-up committee. When I attended his meeting in Detroit yesterday, it was clear that there is an underline sexual content to his organization and women like me, didn’t get help, unless we could “come” for the male members.

Charles Williams II (left), Sam Riddle (center) and the President, William Davis of the Detroit Chapter (right, w/ hands in pocket)

In fact, the President, William Davis, of the Detroit Chapter told me just that. I asked for a ticket to the “MLK Brunch” on Monday January 21. He asked me if I had some money. I told him I did not. He then asked me, “Will you come?” Oblivious to the sexual tone of his question at the time, I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’ll come. I asked for a ticket, didn’t I?” Seeing my oblivion, he looked at me with an unkind face, and the Pastor pointed at me and said, “You can give her a ticket.” Davis, turned and walked away. I guess I’m not invited, unless I come or pay. Sonjia stood at a short distance pouting, like a child whose bike had been stolen. It’s not surprising the founder and leader is Al Sharpton was married at one time. Once he lost weight, he divorced his wife and got a younger woman. It trickles down from the top. Plus, his debacle with Tawana Bradley. I was weary about this group, because that was so shameful and he never quit.

I was looking for the address to National Action Network on Google. I got the number of this man named Thomas Brown. I asked him if he was a NAN representative. He told me, he was a member, but that some police had put his number on the internet as NAN. I talked to that man for three hours. He wouldn’t shut up! Then he got a call, took too long coming back and I hung up. He called me back with another man on the phone. Tommy that lives in Pontiac. We ended up talking for another hour. The other Tommy found it interesting that I didn't like the Reverend Charles Williams. I understand why, now. I don’t like him, because he plays church games. He had one of his members walk around the church, after the meeting, to warn them about me. I have no idea why. I just wrote to let him know that I don’t want anything to do with having sex with people for help. I’m not a whore. My mother never raised me to solve my problems with sex. I’d do day-work, if I needed help. My body is not a tool used for barter in any situation.

I know that Southfield has its problems, but coochie ain’t going to solve them. Plus, Southfield is 71% African-African. In the last election, the two contenders were both City Council members. Siver who won, was a long time resident. If the woman, who is Black, should have won by a landslide, if everyone in Southfield thought that Siver was a racist and out to displace Black people in Southfield. In the midterm elections, only 12% of the African-American Community voted. Instead of making flyers making Siver out as a racist, maybe they should organize a “Get Out and Vote” initiative for the elections in 2020. Because racism and race-based recruiting, promotion and propaganda is so obvious. It must make sense, however, and Simpson-Gardner’s platform is the same ole mess. Like I told Ms. Simpson-Gardner, the police know all about her. They aren’t threatened by her at all. They know how she picks it up and lays it down. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this drama I’m in. Since I’m not welcome to the brunch, I guess I’m not welcome in the organization, because my pants stay on and my knees stay clean…

This reminds me of my time at the Oakland County Jail. The attempts on my peace of mind, through harassment. I don’t prescribe to police, because I don’t know who to trust. For Gardner-Simpson to have had problems with the Southfield Police. I don’t understand her zeal for an organization that holds appreciation parties for the Police. The “Blue Wall” is real and it protects it own. I’m not sure what her motivation is, anymore!

Police Appreciation Flyer

I was handed this flyer, after the meeting at the Historical King Solomon Church in Detroit...

You adulterous men, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. -James 4:4

The Crumbly's Case is Crumbling...Could it be prostitution?

You know when I heard today that the Crumbley’s case was in review I thought prostitution was the reason. Mrs. Crumbley has been in jail too long not to know what’s going on. She also is a prize. I mean who wouldn’t want to have sex with the mother of Ethan Crumbley and have her give them oral sex in the clinic. When I heard she was having affairs on her husband, I knew the situation would get interesting, because she would do anything for that kid. He has plead guilty to all charges. Something only a mother could get her child to do. That place where he was housed is in the same clinic where the women prostitute. There is no doubt in my mind they she told her son to plead guilty, and they would get his parents off. Those deputies are money hungry, but they are also supremist and Ethan killed three White kids and let the Black kids stay home. I remember a Black kid on Channel Seven telling the reporter they were told not to come to school that day. That means that not only did Ethan like Black people, but that he had a kinship to him that he didn’t have for the White kids he attended school with. Ethan Crumbley was being housed with his mother in a whorehouse and now that whole thing is coming to an end. Colleen O’Brien, the same woman that railroaded me into prison, now is on the court of appeals, and was put there by Rick Synder who is responsible for thousands of little Black kids being infected with lead. You must understand to that she is a pimping judge that let many young women go for their participation in prostitution in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). You might say she’s only one judge, but we know they work on favors and who knows how many others like her are there. I know there were women in orison who saw action from the court of appeals. This is going to be a hard thing for me to watch, because if they let them go, I know there was some mess in the game. Those people will be walking free after running and hiding, because they knew they did something wrong. https://www.instagram.com/p/COOqf1cHZvNcXTixd35ed-hsXfANowx2v-xXzc0/

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems: The Rise and Fall of Deirdre Waterman

In September of 2020, I was on Facebook and this guy posted that the City had jobs that was payin $15 an hour. I was unemployed and needed work. I got up on the next Monday to get one of those jobs. It was a chore. I had to walk the streets of Pontiac and knock on doors to ask if people had filled out their Census form and sent it in. The Mayor, Dierdre Waterman had a campaign to make sure Pontiac was counted. She wanted to make sure that we got our share of State and Federal funds that made it possible for Pontiac to grow. It seems that she was making sure that she got her fair share, too. My boss was a man named Ben. He was a thief and laced his pockets with city money. His girlfriend was having a baby, and he was using the city's insurance. He was living the good life, while insuring his nose was happy and content. He wasn't running the canvassing thing right, and was letting the workers write fake information proof that they had knocked on doors. They would lose me, walk a few streets making fake addresses up, go back to City Hall, turn in their contrived proof and get paid for the entire day. After a while of this, the Mayor made me the Lead. It became my job to watch Ben. He was something else to watch, and was milking the City out of thousands of dollars. My workers hated me and loved Ben. He let them get paid for doing nothing. I was happy when they finally ended the Census, because I was almost left to work days with the Mayors lapdog, Dewayne. Ben spent his days doing nothing and getting paid. It would up to Dewayne to hold his feet to the fire, but he never did do anything to Ben and now I know why. I hear from the streets that Waterman was stealing and money is missing from the coffers. I had made her life easy. The then Mayor wanted me on her side. I had been writing scathing blogs about her opposition. Mainly people on City Council who didn't like her. I believed in our Mayor and didn't believe she would steal a dime of our money. But once the Census had ended, She called me back to work the COVID screening station at City Hall. That's where I saw the most damning mess at City Hall. Ben had left, and was off at Blue Cross stealing their money. He's been on several international trips, since leaving the City. He also threw a spectacular wedding in Florida last year, and spared no expense. The way his nose needs powder, there is no way he's doing all this traveling without stealing. He's "gancking" Blue Cross just like he got the City of Pontiac. The Human Resource Director was shuffling old employees around to keep Ben in insurance. She finally had to call one of the Mayor's flunkies and cut her off completely to keep Ben in insurance and his girlfriend in tests and treatments. When the Governor called for another shutdown she fired me. I wasn't laid off like everyone else. I was let go. She was told by the crooked police that I was connected to the right kind of people who would put a stop to her stealing, and even throw her in jail. Now, I hear the Mayor was stealing! I am so disappointed and frankly humiliated. I believed in her. I thought she was fit and honest. All the stuff I witnessed at City Hall, I thought she was a victim. I thought that she was being duped by the people closest to her, but she was in on it the entire time. They say it comes from the head down. She was my hero. I believed that she was keeping all the money safely secure for the people of the City, but she was keeping it for herself. I am so hurt, but it happens to the best of us. We put our trust and loyalty into someone who isn't worthy. She came into my place of employment a few weeks back. She looked at me funny. She wanted to know if I knew. Dewayne had come in, too. He wore shades and his signature, too long suit. Both of them are guilty. They took me out one day and I spent the entire day with them and some pretty big political heavy weights. I felt important and redeemed, but it was all a farce. They were stealing the whole time and I was the biggest fool for being involved in a day, a minute or an hour. Dewayne had a woman in City Hall and trying to put notches on his belt using city money. She always seemed to be concieted and arrogant. Throwing big parties so she could be the center of attention. It seems she needed to have money to reign as a self-realized queen. I just hope she survives...