FARMINGTON HILLS: Once a haven, now a Cat House

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This will be short. There was a murder in a park in Farmington Hills. I was watching Channel 7, and the community wants to know answers. Woodland Hills Park is a quiet place where people go to visit nature. The Police Chief claims that he has no idea what is going on with this case. It just happened “out of the blue”. I want to tell the people of Farmington Hills, my story, and maybe it will shed a little light on their story.

My name is Lesley Stanley. In 2010, I was arrested and charged with stalking the Chief of Police in Pontiac. Without a tether that I could not afford, I had to reside in Oakland County Jail, until my trial. While there, I discovered the deputies were running a whorehouse out of the jail’s clinic. Men and women were being sold for money to county workers, Lee Construction workers and even local attorneys.

I resisted, and didn’t give in. The men and women have access to the inmates’ mug shots and picked us from the county’s website. I was chose a lot and was harassed and tortured by the other women who were involved in prostitution. It was a trying time and I was acquitted, was accused of other stalking crimes. To get me back to be sold; NEVER!

In 2024, I was living in a small apartment and working at Home Depot. OCSD lost my job and my apartment. They are collaborating with my landlord right now to try and make me lose my apartment with hopes that I will give up and begin a life of prostitution. I floated all over Oakland County living in hotels that were nothing but brothels. After the Palace closed all the hotels became cat houses.

In July of 2025, I moved into a hotel in Farmington Hills. I can’t say the name. I got a settlement from them in February of this year, 2025. I agreed not to discuss it. I was kicked out this hotel, because I refused to participate in being sold. They called the police on me one morning after I made a complaint about being harassed by staff and guests. One day I left and wasn’t allowed back in my room. I slept in my car almost the entire night.

I went back to get my things and was told to first call the police. I did and while I sat waiting, a young man did donuts in the parking lot where I sat in the bank next door. The cop pulled up and he didn’t see bothered. We went in and got my things, and I got most of them. It was my birthday month, and I saw the cop on his laptop. He was looking up my plate to see if it was expired. It was not. He pulled up very close to my pumper and followed me down 12 miles. Farmington Hills has turned into one of the criminal hubs in Oakland County. The murder could be drug related, or sex related. Maybe he was buying sex. Who really knows.

More Lies, More Garbage...for More Toys & Money...OCSD

They think I’m afraid, and there is no such thing. I must continue to expose these criminal cops to who and what they are. You see, picked up the phone to call an old friend in 2001, and haven’t had peace since. I must admit that I’ve never tucked my tail and gave in either. I would, but without Faith, it’s impossible to please God. I have faith in God that I will come out on the other side of this thing without having to bow to evil. I hope to get out of it alive, also. I heard something rather disturbing yesterday. While discussing what to do about me, a man suggested I get beat and raped. I guess he didn’t read my file. I was beat and raped. I was a few days away from my 15th birthday, when a man named Kieth Collins raped and choked me in a small field yards away from my home. Getting up telling me that it was my fault. That was the punishment, the idea that I had brought it all upon myself. I had rejected him when I was 12, I can only imagine he doesn’t take rejection well. The men of the OCSD are want to-be demigods, who think they can get away with whatever they want. It lets me know for sure that men. Demented and deranged men see rape as a punishment and that it has nothing to do with sex.

I sleep with the television on these days, because I have made a bunch of enemies telling my version of the truth. People out their doubt if I will make it. This is a lot and they watched OCSD take down better people than me. Crackheads, all crackheads who didn’t believe in God, and above all weren’t innocent. I made a phone call to the little boy I met in the third grade at Webster. I was going to try and get next to him to help my brother. They were smarter than I was, and back then I didn’t know the game. They protected him and I had no protection. So, when I see Mike Bouchard on television lying about children, a child, I wonder who is protecting him. It seems that they don’t understand they have leaks in the foundation of their organization. They keep using these babies and the news to get what they want. Now it’s trying to convince these hard working upper-middle people in Oakland County they need drones and other new technologies. Recently a group in Royal Oak started a recall effort to on their County Commissioner, David Woodward. Money is tight, and those people don’t have it to give way. Not without the proper procedures taking place,

And that was Woodward’s biggest mistake, not letting the people of Royal Oak have a voice. This is America. Free Speech is first. He must have skipped Civics class. We had to learn all the amendments in short form in American Government. I had who my brother and two sisters had before me, Mr. Nuss. When the people rise against the government, the government has a problem. The OCSD has an issue with those drones and are now afraid other cities will reject them. As you can see from “dirty Dave” there is money, personal money to be made from drones. What is called FLOCK technology. What better way to convince a community to buy in to drones than a woman being car jacked and shot in front of her child, what’s even worse the child having to get help! After what I’ve been through with the local hospitals, that woman wasn’t shot. Who is she? Show me here wound! Lies and Garbage I say. You know they say they lied to the parents of the “Oakland County Child Killer’s” kids forever. There are no sacred cows, just dollars and cents. Remember…PRAY!

The Lord’s Prayer Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Hospital Antics

I haven’t written in over a week. I started getting this strange smell in my house. I woke up one morning with an awful headache. I thought that I had a stroke. That’s what happened the last time I had a stroke, but I couldn't remember. For a few days after it happened. I couldn't remember how to use my phone or my address, telephone number or birthday. Right now, I’m relying on auto-correct to type this blog, because I forgot the laptop’s keypad. Somethings are better than others, and It’ s getting better with time. I but not quick enough. I put off writing this blog, hoping it would get better, but it is, but very slowly. It’s been just about two weeks, and I still feel like a kindergartener on the first day of school.

Trinity Oakland – St. Joe

When the headache wouldn’t leave and the memory loss kept gettinglike what happenen when I had my first stroke, I went to the hospital. That was a huge mistake. Physicians spend more money on prostitutes than most, because they can afford it. While at Caro, Sara Gaynor turned many “tricks” at Hurley Hospital. When I got there, they made me wait. Said my stroke happened a week ago and wasn’t high priority. After about an hour, they took me to have a CATSCAN. It came back and said I had blood clots. I was shocked. No one in my family has ever had blood clots! They gave me an IV with Heffern in it, a blood thinner, but it’s how the doctor told me. He pointed at me and said, “You have blood clots.” And walked away. I don’t remember a lot, but it was real scurvy how I found out I had blood clots.

They hooked me to the IV and put me in a room, but I was never comfortable. It was the straw that broke the camels back, when they hadn’t contacted my sister. No one knew where I was. They could do anything, and it seemed they were. I left and went home to call my sister. She told me that if they say have blood clots, and I did. She is a doctor. They started putting me under for a scan, and it became dangerous! People go under and don’t come back. I made up my mind that I was leaving again. This time, however, they were reluctant to leave. They did everything to stall me leaving. I called the police and they wouldn’t come and told me to call hospital security. I finally got out, found the elevator and got on. It stopped in mid-descent. I called the police again. They finally opened the door.

McClaren Hospital – Osteopathic

I went home and took a bath, and changed clothes, because no one offered me a bath or a wash up. I wasn’t interested in taking one anyway, there surely prostitution vibes there. They pimp their patients and put stuff in their food and water to incapacitate. I stopped drinking it and when I got home my heart was beating and I was sweating. I could barely put my clothes on. I called an ambulance and went back to the hospital, only this time I went to Maclaren, the old Osteopathic. I knew that I didn’t have a tumor or a blood clot. McLaren supported Trinity’s lie. Showed me pictures and everything. I told them about St. Joe, and the professionals were great. Those other ones were horrific. I went up to the nineth floor, there was a guy with this hair, and this big fat chick reigned. They refused to feed me. I didn’t eat at Osteopathic for over 24 hours. Control is real in prostitution. Nobody let me off my bed. All I could think about was Monica Canady and her children and the lack of compassion for them. Killing is something the OCSD is not afraid to do to cover their crimes. Thet get low IQ people to do their dirty work. Those young flunkies are not nurses. The Stat needs to check on all that;

A Day Late...

This morning, I was up and out to go to the bank and pay my rent. Last month, they paid me on the third. That was two days late. I phoned my landlord and informed her that I would be late with the rent. She was good with it. I paid her and we went on with my business. Now, it’s this morning, the first, and I’m going to the bank to deposit $700 in her account. We both have the same bank and they allow me to deposit the rent into her account. I transfer the money into my USAA account and they tell me that I put it in the external account and it’s going to take three to five days until I will have access to my money. I have never had to wait for money to transfer from any kind of account. An Oakland County Sheriff deputy comes in the bank, the girl waiting on me takes a long time. She’s waiting on him to get there. He comes in with an envelope and does something; I never look at him. When I’m done with that, I go out to my SUV, and he’s still out there sitting talking USAA. The deputy is still sitting next to me, and people are coming in and out and he’s still waiting. Finally, he leaves. I finally left and head back to the house.

Michael Bouchard was on with Simon last night. I hope he doesn’t think that being a few days late on my rent would cause me to become a prostitute. My landlady says things are just fine. I told her all about how the OCSD try to give me a hard time and make me sell myself for them. I’m truly astonished at how easily they believe I will change everything I believe to start turning tricks to support myself. Are all women so easy? To wait five days for my rent does not mean that I will lower my standards and sell my body, because I can just wait. I love me and would never stoop to that level.

They got Kelly back yesterday, what they need me for?

One Woman in a Double Cell: Doing time, inside and out

I think I’m being trolled by a homosexual. He believes that I’m in some way scared of him and “The Boys”, all the people just walk into our city and think they will steal us out of house and home. I just think it’s sad to have to put up with this mess for now, anyway. I mean they are everywhere thinking their games are not showing. I think they were all in elementary school, when this all started. Coleman Yoakum has spent 42 million on Webster, alledgedly. Pontiac, can you tell? Nope, a splash of paint and some new light fixtures and a sign. They come here looking for a pay day and will leave in handcuffs. He thinks that if he could just get between me and my job, he could run this entire city. He got Mike in his pocket and that is almost enough, but this town is tricky. These people take their EBT to the Fish Market and buy King Crabs from the fisherman. We aren’t into the simple life and when somebody does something like Coleman did with that Micah 6 organization, we need to have a feast after the harvest for our children. I met my man at Webster in 1978. That place holds a sincere spot in our lives and our hearts, and we would like to see it and those children attending flourish. I hear, however, you’ve spent all the money.

These buildings that are being bought and sold by “friends” in this city, men and man or women and woman. I did know our city had turned into Sodom and Gomorrah. In between sexual partners and orgies, they are smoking dope, sniffing coke or shooting heroin between your toes, this is my home. My father was raised on Luther and Howland, my grandmother ran the Baulking Building, where the men coming from the South could rent a room, have a drink or gamble in my uncle’s juke joint in the basement. We all came here from another place, but not to be shamed by a hand full of young men who think we are fools, or the few tokens who plan to pick up the coins they leave behind. We can never forget them, God forbid! Like the Tou-Bab that helped them steal our people from our land, whose only job was to move close to the main house, “stepping and fetching” so to say.

Like those who helped the Toubab in capturing our people, leaving our land and villages ravished and desolate, for the capture of our people. Some were even captured themselves to take part in the riches they got for selling their own people. Who are these people you may ask? People who we expect to help us every day, but who only gather all their riches and hoard them for their pleasure, men and women who are also confused about their origin, but don’t know a soul to protect or care for. Statesmen, Countrymen and Scholars or those who don’t have titles or educations at all. You are not my enemy, but you can be, if you want to be. For me, my future is right here. I won’t be swayed to be a bully or an adversary, but we can be friends. Please, try not to judge my clean habits or my love of the Lord, and I won’t judge you.

When I was in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ) there was a Trustee that would never leave me a dinner tray. She dared not leave my food slot empty during breakfast or lunch. At that time there was a female that was doing everything, but supervise dinner trays, everything that she was supposed to be doing before the trays got to us. There was no reason for this girl not to leave me a tray. At least as far as I knew, but one evening the deputy called me a liar and I didn’t eat for 12 hours. The next time she tried to do it, the Head-Trustee caught her right outside the door on my left side and whispered, “You can’t not be giving her a tray!" The young woman looked at her hurt. “Why does she get to live in there by herself. I didn’t want to be in a cell with a girl either!” She looked at the Head-Trustee with a little hurt and a lot of anger. I guessed they were forced into a homosexual encounter. I had fought a couple of times and had nearly fought quite a few times. They knew what was coming every time. She was puny and wouldn’t have held up as well as I did. The deputies are in on it, too, sometimes they just walked past you when they are doing their rounds. That’s when they become something other than their name. I thank God for my mother’s tall build and God helping me fight my battle to continue to let me be who I was in there and out here. God bless that Trustee, because I got my dinner. Twelve hours is a long time---

Matthew 5:9 - "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God."

Angels versus Demons: The End

"So tired, but still ready to fight!"

I’ve been putting this on hold, but these people are really pissing me off. It has honestly been 48 years, going on forever. When I say until my eyes close forever, I mean it. The idea that there are people that feel that I am worthless hurts my feelings and makes me want to spit at the same time. I would go to the gym and there would be a prostitute walking around in leggings and a sleeveless shirt parading around the gym, like she is worth so much and she is worthless. I live on Huron across from Pontiac Central High School, and they ride up and down the street with loud cars with bad mufflers, and horrible exhaust. At first, I just ignored it, because it is a busy street. Then came the 18 wheelers riding on the far lane of the sidewalk. The truck is moving so fast and is so heavy it shakes the building. My neighbor lives close to the street, and her bedroom is three feet from the actual street. She feels way more than I do, and the first responders, EMS and Fire, just come up and down the street with their lights and siren blaring. I was thinking of writing the day and time the come through here. The cameras in my house make it easy for them to know when to kick up the noise to prevent me from sleeping. I swear I pray. I lay myself down and ask God for help. It’s been since 2009. Our house was on a corner, and we had a front porch. Underneath the porch was dirt. A dog dug under there once and had a litter of puppies. She left one, and I named him “peanut butter”.

Well, it was Pontiac Police then and they have this thing they did to people. They still do it. Skunks, they let skunks lose in your neighborhood, Like Ahmad Taylor the little drug dealers in gangs help them with this. They used fake fobs and go in my car. Crushing my wiper fluid, and turning my overhead light on to wear down my battery. They would throw food and raw meat in the yard. Then they would get a skunk from Animal Control and beat the cage so it sprays all over and will stink up every place they went that night. They go looking for the food, the food they’ve thrown in the yard. You wake up like a skunk had slept on your face all night. They’ve dug a hole beneath my apartment where I live now. I see cats and where you see cats there are usually skunks. They dug right beneath my bedroom. I wake up to the smell of a wet dog. I know that they know what's was coming, because in 2010, I had no idea what was coming, but the skunks came, anyway.. I was under the impression that you actually had to commit a crime. I had set my mind to do good, good the demons of Oakland County feared the Godliness of Jesus and because they had turned out so many had dare not give in to a nigger. I used to lie in bed and wonder why they had chosen me that made it 100 times worse for me. Even if they do like us their preference is for themselves.

I have a friend from school that used to call me for a ride, and I would pick him up to do his laundry and go to Kroger. He wasn’t comfortable, the cashier gave him funny looks, while I asked for his Kroger card. He’s a White man who has had trouble with the law, drugs and stuff. I had to tote him around; he didn’t have driver’s license. I had dropped him off a White female deputy drove by me. She looked at me nodded and smiled. She was telling me that was the kind of White man I deserve. Not a good decent one. Somebody had told her that I was less than I am, because I had been to prison. I had never done one thing to anyone. I refused to prostitute in jail. So, they dragged me back in and found a woman with the last name “Stalker” and put her in the cell next to me, and called her name all day, “STALKER!” All day that’s what I heard. She sat next to me and told me that she didn’t know why they called her that, she hadn’t used that name for 15 years.

They are relentless. They went through the files and found a woman named “Stalker” and picked her up, put her in a cell next to me and called out to her every five minutes. I know who I am, and I know who I will always be. That is not a stalker! The woman who took down a bunch of rapist, child molesters, murderers and pimps. I don’t care what you do. I will lie down with skunks if it means the Oakland County Child Killer is put away. I’m not the women you’ve killed to cover your crimes. My life is worth more than you can ever understand. Black women are worthless to you. Just something to use and throw away. I see myself as so much more. Telling me that I have a felony on my record and will have to “pay for my stay” is useless. I have $64k in student loans, two associate’s degrees, a bachelor’s and a master’s degree, an MBA. That means nothing to you, because I’m not seen as a human. I’m just biologically set up to make you money. No matter what I’ve done, where I’ve been I’m nothing to you. Demons are funny that way, but I come from God and in the long run, I’m going to defeat you by the love of Jesus. I just sit and listen to commercials and see ads on my feed and say the devil is surely busy, but God is the creator and destroyer and your time has truly come.

Amen

Oakland County Commissioner: Dirty Dave

I know a woman that feels that Troy is the best place in Oakland County. I met her in2010, in the Oakland County Jail. She is in my book. She was the woman who was dragged from under a bed and her face stepped on to prevent her from going back under the bed. She had gotten her income taxes back and didn’t need to prostitute, for the 75 days she spent in jail. So, like they are doing with me, they harassed her until they got her in the disciplinary pod to give blow jobs and hand jobs through the food slot. I have not given in to the bullyinging, and spend most of my time in my apartment. She still had a box of food, but she was tired. They had worn her down. She was one of their best “girls”, and she had been there over 50 days and had not made them a dime and they were angry. They put Ms. Thomas on her immediately, telling her how she wasn’t going to get away with what she had done, but she had only 25 days to go. She got out and immediately went back to Troy to do business. They let her out, and claimed they had run a LEIN on her, and they probably did. Found out she had a warrant for another case, but let her go anyway, so she could start the adjudication process all over again. This way she would be with them for the start of the school year. Many of their children were in private school or college, and sex trafficking helps to pay the tuition.

When I heard that Dave Woodward’s cities included Troy, my hair stood on the back of my neck. Troy police had been the police department that picked her up. The next time you go down Big Beaver in Troy, look up, there are tons of office building with men that stop off for a drink and to pick up young women for sex. She had been picked up by an undercover cop at one of the bars there. She was mad, because she thought she could always pick them out. Troy’s police department is scurvy as all out. It may be a rich city, but the police who work there, usually don’t live there, and they need to make a little extra money from the women that work there making money in the street. Woodward has a close relationship with the OCSD, and no doubt making money with them with sex trafficking. There is no doubt he is sleazy and corrupt, and they have males involved in the sex trafficking, too. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay. They pimp men, too.

I just wonder why these drones are so vital to the sheriff’s department, or if it’s just the kickbacks. I see Bouchard is keeping out of it. Since he is staying out of it, there is some dirt in the game. They can use them in drugs, catching bad guys or keeping an eye on their men and women in sex trafficking. Those Flock people can build their business by throwing money at dirty politicians like Woodward. Oakland County is in deep trouble. All of this is just going to add to their misery. Woodward is so arrogant. He acts like he can do whatever he wants without consequences. Maybe he has an FBI agent on his team, like Ahmad Taylor. The people will not be moved. Their recall efforts are real, and they need to keep their eye on Woodward and the OCSD. They are attempting a money grab He is a pariah and he’s going to bleed Troy dry and disrespect the residents in the process. I thought this only happened in Pontiac!