>ME I want to tell you who I am. In 2010, I was falsely accused of stalking the Chief of Police in Pontiac. Before that I was falsely accused of aggravated stalking an old acquaintance from high school, only I got four years in prison for that. I wasn’t guilty of any of it. Oakland County is the worst group of corrupt judicial people in Michigan. Dana Nessel said it, too. Until Under Sheriff Michael McCabe and Theodore Quisenberry Drug Enforcement went to see her at her office one day. They have retired, but she is still silent. I was subject to prostitution in jail. They have a system in jail for their drug trafficking. People who want to buy sex can pick from your county mugshot. I guess I was picked a lot, because I was being harassed by the women in there, but at the time I had no reason why. I thought it was just because I was locked in a cell alone and didn’t participate in any homosexual activities. We only got out, the women in that pod, one hour a day. They wonder how I can stay in my house for days without making an appearance. I’ve had to stay in my 9x12 cell for as long as seven (7) months, alone. It’s thanks to them that I can live this way. This is a lot easier than jail. I can go out when I want, eat when I want and have my food delivered to my door. In jail, I was subjected to all kinds of torture at the deputies’ whims. The worst was not being able to take a shower, and when I did have them watch me on a camera. No one puts them in check, and they do whatever they want to do. The prostitutes were relentless. They could do whatever they wanted to do to me. Mostly they lost me my time to shower, use the phone and exercise.
We would yell and scream at each other all night. Only I would lose my time, and they would let them out. They would look up at my door and laugh. When I got home, and hadn’t submitted to prostitution, they were livid. I went to all the Senators and Representatives I had written to in jail and told them what was going on in the Oakland County Jail, I got stonewalled. Nobody wanted to do anything about it. It seemed that prisoners aren’t big on the public’s list of things they want politicians to worry about, until they meet one in a dark parking lot. Then the harassment started. I spent almost five years going in and out of jail on that case. I was a waste of time and taxpayer money. I went to the Chief to file a complaint. That is my right based on the first amendment to “redress a grievance”. I didn’t give up on my case and was acquitted, after my fifth attorney. I swore they wouldn’t get me a second time, when my attorney, William Cataldo got me to have a bench trial. That’s a “slow plea” in lawyer speak. I never had a chance and paid the price; four years in prison. Those courts appointed lawyers in Oakland County to work for the county and will throw you under the bus for them. I wasn’t giving in this time to them and surely not to the deputies. Their harassment when I got out was miserable,
Anyone I was friends with, they interfered in our friendship. I couldn’t go to the grocery store or even the side store. In 2024, they lost me my job, then they lost me my job. My landlord came in my house, every day, riffled through my trash and evicted me on their word. He has a personal protection order (PPO) against me. When it was him who went through my panties and threw money in them and on my bed. I attempted to get a PPO against him, and they wouldn’t give me one. I went to stay in hotels around Oakland County, and they all wanted to make me prostitute for my room. The last hotel I stayed in just paid me $1500 for locking me out after I refused to prostitute for them. They stole three-fourths of my property. The sheriff's office was trying to get me to prostitute all summer long. They thought if they could get me to prostitute that they would be off the hook for sex trafficking. Only I’m not a prostitute, I slept in my car for three nights. There are so many men who believe Black women are whores. I can’t stand it. I grew up poor. My mother never used her body to get anything. I never thought of my body as a tool to get anything. I’ve always thought about being married and have children. That’s what my mother did. I’ve talked to many of these women while in jail and every story is different. I just guess that it’s how you see things. If you read my book you will understand. We all have our own stories and we are all human.
I always use a scripture at the end of my blogs, because I want to believe that God wants me to get this information to the world. I received my call from Isaiah 6:8, “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? Here I am! Send me!” It is my duty to do God’s will so I can be protected. Some of their prostitutes have died, or murdered. I had a stroke, many of the girls have had strokes, aneurisms or have just vanished. I know since I’ve been writing these blogs “Missing” posts have been showing up on my Facebook feed. Cars and trucks pull out on the road like they are going to hit me. Their confidential informant follow me everywhere trying to befriend me to do harm. My ex-inmates get in my car and try to get me to ride them all around the city on their word. It’s not me who they are fooling. They know their position. I know their position, too. A truth teller is always in exile. Thanks to the OCSD, I’m comfortable here. Get my book on Amazon and you will understand better.
In Jeremiah chapter 29, we find the prophet Jeremiah writing a letter to the exiles from Judah who have been taken captive to Babylon by King Nebuchadnezzar. The scene is set in the foreign land of Babylon, where the Israelites find themselves in a state of exile and uncertainty. The names of those present in this scene include the exiles, the elders, the priests, the prophets, and all the people whom Nebuchadnezzar had taken into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon.
"Let Them"







