Anna Simon is not the story

Anna Simon ex-President MSU

I'm going to admit, I didn't know this woman's name. She's been called "The former President of MSU", so much that I had to Google that very sentence to find out her name. Unlike Larry Nassar, who has been paraded on every major network in Detroit by name, this woman has no name. When I got the notification on my Facebook page, from Channel 7 Action News, the comments were already rolling. The general consensus is that she is a lying monster. Everything that Larry Nassar had done was now her fault and she should pay for the pain and suffering for every single woman that was raped and abused by Nassar. Really? I thought that he had been molesting young women for earlier than her tenure. In short, this is a witch-hunt, to further punish someone for the misguided choices of a sick man. There are men that are leading this investigation and who are going to punish this woman for doing her job. Like it or not, she didn't lie simply to protect herself, but to protect the university, too. If she lied, at all. Who wants to deal with all that mess? People who have never known the suffering of a whistle-blower, like I have as a whistle-blower myself, you ain't ready for that mess. As a woman, without a man to protect you every day, you have no cover. You will be like me, unable to walk outside my door without being harassed.

What really makes me mad about this arrest is her obvious masculine looks. If she was dainty, and sweet with a bob and Ann Klein conservative specs, she wouldn't be where she is. She's not nice and frail, but has a man-like quality, and the faces that she makes. Well, they tell you in no uncertain terms that she is not to be messed with. Even now, being arrested at 71, she doesn't look scared. She looks mildly perturbed, by the gall of being arrested. She was, if she lied, denying the thing that would have brought the entire State of Michigan legacy to a fall. Being a hero in this situation was not going to be easy. There is always a group of perverted White men that are willing to keep whatever mess that is going on going. Men who themselves have participated in some kind of sexual deviance that they don't want exposed. Men who believe that no matter what is going on, they don't care, women are tools used for the purpose of satisfying a man. Living at that time for 67-years, she knew that all that was in those files weren't going to be told without casualties. The real causes and causers would never come to the forefront. Someone else would have to take the blame and she did not want that to be her! Can you blame her?

Can you really blame her? I spent months that turned into years in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). I was literally tortured and sent to mental institutions, because I didn't want to prostitute in jail. Judges, lawyers, prosecutors and deputies did me wrong and let it all happen. When a 11-member jury claimed that I was guilty of a crime, when the so-called victim had lied in open-court. There was one lone holdout, a Black man that refused to find me guilty, because he had heard the lie. My lawyer spoke to the foreman and told him that they were wrong. That man told her that he never heard a lie. She came back to me and hunched her shoulder and said, "You're lucky they took your plea. They were going to give you at least eight years." My limit was 14 months, and I had done 17. I took a plea, because I was afraid that I would be found guilty, and the same judge that sent me to prison on a 90-day case, would send me back to prison for longer. Based on what my lawyer had said that was going to be 4-times the 17 months. I had done four years on the 90-day limit. That's not the least of it. The prosecutor took those 17 months and gave me 5 years’ probation on top of that. I had beat her in 2013, and my so-called victim was a White man and she wanted to "send a message" I guess. She wasn't a loser and no Black woman, belong with a White man. I don't see this case as any different with Lou Anna Simon's gender and outward appearance being the driving factor.

People are crying for those young women and their situation. Angry that they were fondled by their sports doctor...Boo hoo! What about the women in OCJ that are there right now, giving sexual favors for potato chips and hamburgers. Who cares about them? Who cares about me? I'm being harassed and followed, my house is tapped, my phones are tapped, and law enforcement is trying to ruin my life. I refused to prostitute and told people about it. What about us? Do we not matter, because of our color, or crimes or our economic class? Because we don't live in the suburbs and aren't subject to the thrills of having to be athletes and even meet a man like Larry Nassar? Why hasn't anyone heard me? How come no one has come to those women rescue. It's been eight years, since my first letter. Where is our cavalry? Who is going to save a whore? I'm not a whore, but believe me, many of those women in OCJ aren't either. Their circumstances, have put them in a place where their womanhood can be exploited. They are using DHS to blackmail them and threatening to take their children.  My story is the real story and they won't allow a single news franchise in Metro-Detroit to air it on their station. White men are following me, harassing me and making my life a living hell. They want to pimp women, buy cars, boats and Christmas presents. I mean all women that enter that jail, regardless of height, weight, color, national origin, creed or religious affiliation. EVERY woman is susceptible, can and will be sold, but no one cares about that. It is happening in Wayne County, too.

Lou Anna Simon is the victim of a male driven world. No matter who is in charge, this seems to be the condition of women in America. They have other women saying she should rot in jail. The woman has never committed a crime in her life. If she is found guilty, she'll get probation and will probably see a probation officer for two years and die. These men, however don't care. They think she is strong. I'm attractive and strong, I don't look masculine, but I'm not afraid. As they try to run me off the road and frighten me. Try to mentally break me down with fire trucks, EMS trucks and crack dealers trying to run me down on my city streets. I still won't stop writing. I have sought refuge in my house, but I will do what I need to do to survive. I will still ride on the highway, I still go into the drug dealing stores, if necessary and I won't let them embed so much fear in me that I stop living. When you see photos of Ms. Simon, she doesn't seem like the type who can be intimidated either! 

People, this is not the story. This is the story they want you to hear, now. This is the story that will make Schuette look like he's still on the job, after his epic loss and his seat being taken by an openly gay woman. They are going to prosecute a woman that looks gay and send a message that no one is off limits. I'm a Black woman and part of a protected class of people. These men do not care! They will risk the idea that they are harassing a Black woman and will appear racist if found out. Like the men that were hiding the Nassar sex crimes, they think no one will ever know who they are. I will bet you a million dollars that someone knows exactly who they are. I'm just disappointed that I can't say that in time we will all know. I have literally suffered for the last 17-years and none of my nemesis have been exposed. Some of them have died, retired or allowed to keep their jobs out of "The Blue Wall". Nassar, like Weinstein, was a gift. A gift to help women during the #Metoo Movement that conveys that they are doing their part. There are 100 deputies that work that Annex, every day. Who is going to be fired? Who is going to jail? The most important question that other men ask is, "Who will feed his family?" "How will his household run without him?" "How can we let the public know that law enforcement has been breaking the law for over 20-years?" We can't...We simply can't. So, women like Lou Anna Simon and I suffer. 

It makes you think that the bad guy wins, every time. People didn't like Weistein. Larry Nassar was a nerd and probably didn't have many friend, anyway. The "Good ole Boys" are protected. They hold to a creed that doesn't allow them to be caught. They look out for one another. Keep one another's secrets and they keep everything they have. That's the game. Only those of different race, or fall in love with different races, are weird or obnoxious are set-up for extinction. Come on, this is just like high school. Lou Anna Simon is being prosecuted, because she looks different. Anna Simon is a woman that is not allowed to exercise her right to make choices. If she looked like Bestie Devos or Nancy Pelosi, she wouldn't be where she is, today, fighting for her freedom. We know those women lie, too. But they have the support of entire parties, too. Lou Anna Simon had to pay to get support, two lawyers at $200 an hour. I'm tortured every day, because I don't have any money and those women in jail right now are sold for the same reason. Plus, we are worthless to society. Criminals are subject to all kinds of injustice, including being murdered by the police. Even when, in the case if Ms. Simon and MSU, the victims involved are worthy of justice and aren't criminals or dress "funny". The system is broken, and someone needs to fix it.

Now, they want to put her in a system that doesn't work. A system that creates repeated felons and doesn't correct their behavior at all. Synder is building a vocational center at Huron Valley and that facility is over-crowded by at least 800 women. There is mold in makeshift showers in a dorm made from a warehouse. There is a mysterious rash going around and I believe a scam with Huron Valley Hospital. I believe that they lie and saying women have cancer. They are cutting off women breast and giving them chemo-treatments. When the say they are sick in the units, they are told, "Drink some water and lie down". But he wants to look like he's done something great, before leaving office, even if its cosmetic and doesn't do a thing about the women's condition. They are dying in there for no cause. These are the real stories, the stories that aren't told, because citizens don't want to hear about the suffering of criminals, until the meet an ex-convict in a dark parking lot during Black Friday. I bet you'll care about prison reform then...

Ode to Sarah G.

Sarah F. Gaynor

This person was the hardest person to have to live with.  Sarah Gaynor is a slut. The worst kind of slut, because she used sex to get away with murder. Honestly, I just didn't like her. Game can peep game and she came to me and talked to me one night before bed.  I think she was actually hitting on me, but she tried to tell me about the peanut butter, too.  See, at the Forensic Center, it's beneficial for you to be crazy.  They were putting a bit of LSD in our food at times.  It made Sarah have bad dreams.  I don't know, but for some reason I had bad dreams that night.  I don't think Sarah mind the Adderal, it is similar to the feeling cocaine gives you.  She told me some stories that mirrored the true stories of me and another inmate I helped write an important letter to exit the Forensic Center. She was jealous, because she was ready to go. I heard she gave the best "blow jobs". This meant that Sarah had been informed thoroughly about me, before I got back there.  This was my second trip to the Forensic Center on a case that I beat. Probably by Matt, security personnel that had a quickie with a woman that burnt her two children alive, because her new boyfriend thought they were a nuisance.

Sarah knew I wasn't "insane" and that's what I meant by game peeping game.  Somewhere in my heart, I think she was trying to help me or find a friend in me.  Her case had her wanting to get close to a Black person, because her BFF Amy was leaving, soon. What she told me next would ruin our relationship, forever.  She said she was involved in a car crash while intoxicated.  I think intoxication includes drugs and alcohol.  She had been found with actual drugs and alcohol in her system.  A Black man had been killed in the crash and burned alive. His family was mad she got an NGRI.  Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity. I was mad, too, because Sarah is not mentally ill.  Like Amy, they had just given her a free ride.  Her psychiatrist, a man who she spends 45 minutes with in a conference room, is about to let her out. I don't know exactly what they do in the conference room, but knowing Sarah it was probably some kind of sex act.

She also told me that his family was upset she was at the Forensic Center and not doing time in prison. They say there is nothing wrong with her, and I agree.  As you know while in prison, they made me live amongst those who are mentally ill, in order to keep me out of trouble.  It wasn't that hard, because they were usually more involved with who they are not, to just leave you alone.  Unless they are worrisome, and there were a few of them.  I was very doped up and couldn't really tell the difference, anyway.  But I know the signs, especially those of a schizophrenic.  Of all the disorders in mental illness, it is the most tormenting.  Seeing things and hearing things that aren't there is horrible and you can't stand it.  Medication is usually not solace for schizophrenia.  The people I know still have signs and symptoms while on their medication.

Schizophrenics have no control of it.  A lying crooked psychiatrist would tell you there is, but I know there is not.  Sarah's medication couldn't help her act normally, and she act real normal, and not like any schizophrenic I know. They aren't social butterflies like Sarah and Amy, walking the gym holding hands and getting dates from men who live there. They are shamed usually and bothered by their illness and most of the time are solitary people.  They don't stand up in group and raise their hand and say, "I have bad dreams" But I think Sarah is ready to leave the Forensic Center, one way or the other.  Mostly she wants to go to a step-down like Amy, but it's only been a year.  Except,"Vehicular Homicide" doesn't carry as much time as "Open Murder".  So, a year versus Amy's two is just about right. When you talk on the scale of prostitution for a prison sentence...I guess.

So, one day when Sarah was going through our DVD Collection, and asked who wanted to watch "Men in Black" and Matt -the FSA that has sex with child killers- started laughing, I lost it.  I cursed her out, and called her and Amy sluts.  Told her that she was a murderer and deserved to go to prison.  She smiled, but two weeks later decided that she was terribly upset with me.  She used that an excuse not to go to groups that she wasn't attending, anyway.  Before I got there, and discovered that she was a fake, Sarah didn't do anything she didn't want to do.  All she had to do is have sex.

That's when she went to every White racist employee and told them that I was threatening her.  I was being watched and they told Sarah if there was ever a problem that they need to seek relief from staff.  Nothing was going on, and the staff started to get the picture.  Then Sarah was in trouble, but not much, he was quickly becoming their only money maker.  Amy was leaving soon.  When Amy did leave, she started blaming all her short comings on Amy.  "I wasn't a nice person, because Amy told me not to talk to you all."  She lied, she did what she wanted; don't blame Amy when she leaves.  When it was Amy in group, while she was there that said Sarah wasn't going to let go of our animosity.  Amy didn't understand why Sarah was so bitter and vindictive, because she was raised in a kind loving home and had all she wanted, love and materialistically.

Sarah admitted she suffered from what is known as hysteria.  It's a personality disorder that causes a person to seek attention.  I can believe that, because Sarah used our situation to get the entire staff against me and on her side.  I thought I was in a bad movie, like "Single White Female."  Then when Amy left, she came to everybody she had treated like the dork class in high school and made amends.  That included me, because we were all ready to treat her really bad.  If it wasn't for her fellow prostitute who hadn't left, she would have never won President.  Amy had the job before she left.  We had it set-up for another woman to get it, but a new woman split the vote.

Although, we all knew why Amy and Sarah were getting so much attention, we sorta could stomach Amy a little more.  She is a bit older and street wise, and understood that she had been given a gift and not to "rock the boat".  Sarah treated us all like we were in high school.  She was the Molly Ringwald of South 4.  Remember, in "The Breakfast Club", she was the elite and didn't have to treat people nicely or with respect.  There was a pecking order and she was at the top of the food chain.  Amy tried to teach her, but found the idea she was from privilege, to disregard her ignorance.  I really didn't blame.

When Amy left, they tried to lie and say she was in Kalamazoo.  The family of the man that she killed is out to get her, so they say.  Sarah kept up the charade and told us that Amy was talking to one of her boyfriends at Kalamazoo.  An old patient, however, wrote to a women still at the Forensic Center.  She told her that she heard that Amy was with her.  I hope this makes you understand how the White race in Oakland County truly knows how good they have it.  They don't care, they don't see and Sarah doesn't understand that she killed a man while drinking and on drugs.  I told her that my friend Chrissy got 13 years for doing what she did.  She stares into space, and I think and counts how many more men she has to sleep with before she can escape.  How many more Friday's she has to spend with Dr. Saragoza in a conference room.

To let you know how unaware Sarah is, or it could be that she is just too young.  She told me, "I'm sorry, I'm scared of Black people."  I reiterated her point and said, "There are some Black people that I'm afraid of.  There are also some Whites I am afraid of, too.  Fear has no color."  I believe that Sarah is prejudice, and that's why she underestimated me.  As a 21 year old woman, she believed she could out-fox me.  I'm a 42 year old Black woman from the hood.  That was very doubtful, but as I've said, Sarah is not that smart.  She uses her body to get what she wants, which is sad but gets her that all important attention she craves.  Just like shaking her leg and hand when she drinks her coffee.  Just another fake-out.

I once watched her simulate oral sex on a candy cane, when a staff member showed me some attention.  He was alright, but Sarah and Amy had been trying to get him for months.  For some reason he found me interesting.  Sarah sat at a table and did a imitation of deep throat.  I was so shocked.  See, now Amy put her up to that!

This is what her local paper had to say about Sarah:

https://patch.com/michigan/berkley/oak-park-woman-not-guilty-in-fatal-crash-in-berkley

I recently messaged Sarah on Facebook. She replied, "What do you want from me?" I answered, "did I ask you for anything" Then I blocked her. The woman in the article said that she suffered from mental illness. Sarah has histrionics. She'll do and say anything to get attention. That's why she is so promiscuous. You can get a lot of attention having sex with a lot of men. She was world renowned in the State run Forensic Center and a pro at the Saginaw Valley Hospital where she had weekly appointments with the staff. I was with her twice when Chuck took her; allegedly! 

The scene of the fiery crash where Terence Dyer died!

AXE...The Great?

Axe St. Claire Shore Police dog

On the morning of November 5, 2018, I woke up and turned on the television. One of the news reports that was airing on Fox 2 News, was one about a man who was killed at a reception venue in St. Clair Shores.  There had been a baby-shower going on. A man thought that his family was in danger and grabbed a gun and took off outside. People working at the venue, saw that the man had a gun and called the police. When the police had gotten there and asked the man to drop his gun and man took off running, instead.  The police then sent the dog, Axe, after the man down the parking lot. The dog, bit the man on the backside and the man still didn’t stop and neither did the dog. Once the dog was on the man, again, the man shot and killed the dog. The police, St. Claire Shore police, then returned fire and killed the man. He was shot 10 times, and I can imagine if it was while he was running in the back. It seems that the life of the dog was more valuable to the police than the life of the man. Several policemen, thought that they were in imminent danger, because at least three of them returned fire. It has been 20 years, since I fired an M-16 for the US Army, but the rules are that you shoot a weapon in a triangular grid. Therefore, three shots, in succession, and the goal is to get three shots off, three breaths and three holes in the target. So, I get confused when people are shot once or twice or ten times, someone doesn’t know the rules. You shoot that weapon, you shoot it three times, because three times is one time.

Those shots should be tight, too. Each bullet should land on top of one another to be precise. That triangle ideally should be one big hole, from each bullet falling on top of the other.  If your triangle is big as your hand, you are a bad shot.  Bigger, a lousy shot and smaller, you are a pretty good shot. So, either one officer was over zealous, in my opinion, or a few were holding back. Either way, somebody or somebodies did it wrong. I always think of Method Man and Mary J.’s song “Your all I Need to get by”. At the end of one of Method Man’s verses, he says, “So, keep it tight, alright?” That’s what Drill Sergeant Mondragon insisted on. He even cheated, and to us to a simulation that helped us learn that concept. We were score on how many times we hit our target, but before we got scored the object of our shooting was to make the tightest triangle you could make, and perfection wasn’t even to hit your target. He claimed he could work on your aim later. Maybe you needed glasses or something, but those shots needed to be tight. I say all of this to say that I’m confused. How does a man get shot 10 times, an even number, when three is odd?

But what else got to me that morning, after hearing that a man had been killed was an interview. Camille Amiri, Fox 2 News reporter was talking to a man outside the venue. The man had said, “This is usually a pretty nice neighborhood”, or something like that. My Black folk radar went up immediately. I thought, “That man was Black.” Later on in the morning, after some investigation they showed a picture of the man. He was a Black man, and the baby-shower was for his unborn child. That “usually”, made me know that there was something going on at the venue that wasn’t “usual”, and like I told the Head of Personnel at Walsh College, Black folk know every place where we’re not wanted. Sometimes, however, we extend our Blackness and go where we are not wanted for a nicer result. We know when we do this that we are risking our peace, there is a chance that we won’t be treated right and like in this case that we could possibly die. The local police are staunch on getting their point across. If ever anything happens in their city limits with Black or Latinos (who they put a little more value on, based on their skin) it is their goal to send a message that we aren’t wanted there. The shooting on November 4, 2018, let us know that St. Claire Shores police put more value on the life of a dog more than the life of a Black man.

For me and people like me, it is obvious. St. Claire Shore, one of the places we know aren’t welcome. The life of a dog is more valued than the life of a human being that is Black. We are less than a dog in St, Claire Shores. Now, they are putting blue lights all around the city. People are putting blue lights up on their front porch. The people of St. Claire Shores, loved this dog so much that they call the local hardware store for blue bulbs at a steady rate. St. Claire Shores loved this dog and has not said one word about the child that has lost its father. What I heard from the newscast is that he was an ex-convict that had did time in prison that was carrying a gun.  The dog in this case was worth shooting a man in the back. No one is collecting money in St. Claire Shores for the unborn child that no longer has a father. They killed a man who was trying to protect his family. A man who was obviously scared, because he took off running from the police. He already knew what was going to happen or at least he suspected he would be hurt or harmed. If not, why would he run. In Pontiac, we know when we entered Waterford back in the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s that we would more than likely be pulled over. Driving my brother’s 1977 Cutlass Supreme, I knew that I would be stopped. When I was, I got five tickets, because I “played the race card”. It was my reality, but O.J. had gotten off for murder, and some police were out to prove a point.

Besides, it wasn’t “Playing the race card”. My driving record is the proof what I said was true. I couldn’t keep a driver’s license when I drove that car. I had suspended license the entire time that I drove it, from 1997 to 1999. Waterford had been the final straw that “broke the camel’s back”. I worked every day, and my mother worked in Bloomfield Hills, every day. That car was the only way we could get to work. I drove into Bloomfield Hills and was stopped three times in three months. My mother would be stranded at work, because I was on the side of the road being search and the car searched. Usually, I would just get my tickets and drive away. In Waterford, however, the cop had a chip on his shoulder. He knew that I was driving home from work. But when I said that he only stopped me, because I was Black. That chip got larger, and my fate was sealed. He not only gave me five tickets but towed my car. That’s what I got 20 years ago for driving a “doper ride”. Nothing has changed for us even today. Waterford has changed, because a study showed they stopped more Blacks than Whites. Plus, the majority of their tickets were written on the border of Waterford where it touched Pontiac, Dixie, Elizabeth Lake Road and Telegraph.

Like most larger cities, Pontiac and Detroit have suburbs. In order to get to Detroit to Pontiac or Detroit to Port Huron, you must first drive through those suburbs. St. Claire Shores or Sterling Heights. The drive to Lakeside Mall is a scary feat to for Black folk. Imlay city is right up the block, Utica and other racist White cities. I can’t even name them all, because I know to not go that way. Many of the cities like Dearborn near Detroit have succumb to Middle Easterners’ and aren’t as bad, anymore. But the racist still live there, one of my professors at Walsh told me that “You go across the street and it’s a whole new world now.” I guess they limit the residency of the Middle Eastern families. My professor was born and raised in Dearborn. She had a very negative view of Black people, when she read my work for the first time, she accused me of cheating. They added a section to on-line uploads that makes you swear that the work is yours. Come to find out that she was a fake PhD. She was the cheater and Walsh's administration a lie.

I understand all too clear about racism. I went to prison, because Oakland County Judicial System can’t stand inter-racial relationships. They don’t like Black folk here. As long as we stay in Pontiac, and too many of us don’t move into their neighborhoods they are fine. We don’t get the help we need on foreclosures that others do, and I believe that’s to have us move out. That way they can have water and sewer and not drains and water softeners. Like St. Claire Shores, they have a way of showing you by their police that you aren’t wanted. There are systems that they create to keep you out of their city. Mainly it is the higher property taxes. You may be able to afford the mortgage, but not the taxes. When all that doesn’t work, and they find Black folk getting to comfortable in their city, they do what St. Claire Shore did and kill one of us. Then we will get the clear message that we’re not wanted there. It works for me and I don’t want to go anyplace I’m not wanted.  I want to see what’s going to happen to those police in St. Claire Shores, who shot a man in the back for killing a dog. If nothing, it will send the message that a dog’s life is more important that a man’s life. As long as they can demean a man, call him a criminal and disregard that he was protecting his own life, you can kill him and get away with it.

What is even more disheartening, is that they have put no regard in the life of the mother or his unborn child. Men are out in the street selling bracelets for a dog and haven’t said one thing about how the child will be raised without a father. How the woman will care for her child without a father.  The total disregard for a man’s life is astonishing, because he was a Black felon. While they allow White men to rape and pillage their cities, because they don’t even suspect them of being criminals and allow them to roam their streets freely. I’ve met numerous White people while in “the system” that got away with robbing ritzy neighborhoods for months, because they were robbing their own. They need to tell it; White people commit crimes against other Whites. Black people commit crimes against other Blacks. That is a statistical fact, and White people get away with crime disproportionately than Blacks. Black people also get harsher treatment and die at a higher rate when encountering the police. This incident in St. Claire Shores is just a microcosm of life for Black men in America. Which is sad, because that means they are ignoring the truth.

The true life of a dog!

https://www.facebook.com/wedontdeserveanimalsDM/videos/1354707348004102/

Walsh College: The Best?

When I went to prison is 2004, I had an Associate's Degree from Oakland Community College. Ironically, I had no idea. I was attending Baker College, in an accelerated Bachelor's Program, when I was arrested in front of my cohort group, and later suspended. It has always been my greatest wish to graduate from college. My middle sister is a internal medicine doctor. She got her education from Wayne State University. My nephew is there now, and will be embarking on receiving his MBA and Law Degree in five years. My uncle received his Law Degree from Wayne, my aunt is a registered nurse with a Master's and I want to get my MBA and become a lawyer.

I began my business degree, because I want to run my own non-profit agency. Plus, Sears would only pay for a degree they could use, and they paid 70% of my first Associate's from Oakland Community College (OCC). The degree I got, and didn't know I had in General Studies. I went on to get a second degree after leaving prison in 2008. I wanted to finish my Bachelor's at Oakland University. I've never felt so targeted in my life, outside the law enforcement agents who are busy working to stop me from finishing my education. After to failed attempts two send me back to prison, with lies and the help of Kelly Collins of the Oakland County Prosecutor's Office, I came home in March of 2013.

Collins had prosecuted me for four straight years, from January 2011 to March of 2015. Unable to be gainfully employed for various reasons, I decided to just concentrate on finishing my degree. I went to University of Phoenix and wasn't happy with their five week program. Your classes only last five week and then you have a couple of week off, and your right back to learning a new subject and I just could grasp the concept. I kept seeing Walsh commercials on the television and decided to go there. I had heard about it, while working at Sears. I thought that it was an elite college with first-class facilities and A-one professors. Boy was I wrong.

My first experience with a "C" was with Dr. Judith Bailey. I have gotten two C's since graduating from OCC, and they were from OCC. Walsh doesn't offer basic Accounting and Economic classes, and I had to be a guest student at OCC for a year to finish three classes. Those classes were Accounting I, II and Economics II. Dr. Bailey and I use that PhD reference loosely. I've met numerous fake PhD's, while attending Walsh. Dr. Bailey has been working for Walsh for 30+ years. She also has acquired a reputation for being a harsh grader and absentee professor. She lives elsewhere and teaches online classes only. She graded my first assignment, an essay to be written in 35 minutes, with a subject that we didn't know, until we hit the "Begin Test" button in Moodle.

Although I only had two errors in grammar, and missed a couple of commas in a sentence, she gave me a 72. I had written about my family's education levels and how they had advance degrees. A more conscience mind would think that Dr. Bailey was jealous. While she is pretending to be a professor, with a fake PhD, my family is actually getting the education and putting in real work. My essay, with it's two errors, written in less than 25 minutes, blind, was a testament to our gift for intelligence. I'll say that, because these people have systematically tried to grade me in such a way that I am dumb. Critiquing my assignments with malice and incompetence like I have never seen.

Dr. Bailey's department Chair, is a woman named Jenny Tatsak. Who says she developed a sister program at Wayne State University, while getting her PhD. Strangely, one of her adjunct professors, John Poswalk, worked for that school, Schoolcraft College. Another interesting fact, Dr. Michael Rinkus, Vice-President and Chair of Academics was an administrator at Lawrence Tech. That's where Dr. Tatsak claimed to have worked as an administrator. When I phone Lawrence Tech, they said that she worked there for one year as an adjunct professor. She was never an administrator, but a teacher. The Program that Wayne State has with Schoolcraft, has only been around a few years, and it was not founded by Jenny Tatsak, but another woman.

These are "PhD's"

That's when I began writing the Higher Learning Commission. They are the organization that accredits Walsh College. Suddenly, people began to notice me, and my grades were harder and harder to get. My next situation with a PhD, was Dr. Richard Chadsi. He writes books about terrorism. He taught at Wayne State, and has appeared on Fox2 News, as a guest of Deena Centafonti. Yeah, it just gets better. He was my online professor first. That was also my first experience with having my Moodle post tampered with. Someone went into the application and messed up my post. Wrote fragment sentences, made erroneous errors in grammar and sentence structure. I had to take screenshots of all my posts after that to ensure their content was safe.

This man is supposed to be a PhD, and he doesn't even know that Jim Crow was specifically a Southern thing. As a Black woman, I know, but your teaching government and all on television explaining terrorism to the masses and you don't know that Jim Crow is a Southern thing? He's grading my papers and he hasn't got a clue about American history. In fact, he had to fact check the relationship between Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton. He knew nothing about it, and I intentional asked specific questions that he dodge with, "I'm going to talk about that in a few moments", and of course those moments never came. My aunt warned me that it would just get worse. It did and when they discovered how close I was to giving out of money, they concocted a plan to stop my graduation.

Anything on a computer can be manipulated. I have, regretfully, always expressed my loathing for math. Walsh administration has taken that to mean that I am bad at math. Now, these people probably have never taken a college math class, but...Okay. Last semester, the Winter semester, I had Financial Management course, which is like a math class...Sort of. If I'm taught anything, I can learn it. I had an instructor by the name of Ryan Drews. He is barely out of his twenties, and I knew he couldn't have the credentials to teach me. He didn't teach me anything, anyway. We went to class and he read from some slides and we went home. He wants to be important so bad, and doesn't want to put in the work to do it. Walsh is the perfect place for his career to take off.

I failed every single test in that class. That same semester my accounting teacher, after I got 100% on my first test, in order to try to fail me, made the entire class suffer. Kelly Lehman like Drews, din't have an advance education. Drews was a lousy teacher, and I couldn't get past a 50 on the four quizzes and one test that I took in his class. I was forced to withdraw, because that's half the class. I had four more quizzes and two tests left. I couldn't pass if I aced every remaining quiz or test. That pushed back my graduation date from Spring 2018, to this Summer. 

Drews Chair is Dr. John Moore. His office is riddled with diplomas, certificates and awards. He claims to have graduated from Notre Dame, and received the Colonial Dames Award. I looked all over the internet, and the Notre Dame website. There was no Dames Award to be found. What I did find was a society of women in New England who are involved with fine arts and culture in America.  I will finish my degree with my final course the Management Capstone. Except, my financial aid has run completely out and I don't have anymore money, and that's what they wanted. That's why they marked my Financial Management below passing. They actually go in and change my grades and still do it, today in my Management: Production and Operations course, with Dr. Gilkey. Gilkey is said to have no degrees at all. No Associates, no Bachelor's, no Master's and calls herself a PhD.

Dr. Gilkey, claims she got her PhD from Capella University online, and worked for GM for 22+ years. I don't know if that's true or not, because she hasn't taught me anything. In fact, we'll only meet five times this semester. That's about 15 hours of class time for that course. She gives us homework problems to complete that she has never taught us, because we are never in class. They involve Statistics and some algebra. I believe that Dr. Gilkey doesn't know what she's doing, because she has us off for the entire homework period. When we return, all the homework will be over and we'll be working on two written assignments and the final. So, we'll never know what she really knows.

Some more of the imposters

I spoke to her Chair about the situation, Ann Saurbier and she's traveling for the college to Riga-Lavita. She says the time difference is seven hours and she is so sorry she gets back to me so late. How seven hour equates to three or four days is beneath my level of understanding. Clearly, Ms. Saurbier wants to be more important than she really is. Furthermore, Dr. Gilkey says that she supports her, and I can truly understand why. They are both fakes in a fake and corrupt system that is trying to fail me, but treats all of their students with disrespect and disdain. I'm not the only one. To fake or PhD, or Master's degree, in order teach anyone, is a level of disrespect I can't explain. You go to college to receive a stellar education, and not one that comes out of a Cracker Jack box.

I'm at an 86% in my new Financial Management class. We take our quizzes and test in class. I'm taking an online test in there this week, because my professor has to miss the week of the test. He, however, will go over the test in class. I will know if my answers are correct and why they are incorrect. Because Walsh has real instructors and PhD's. They create the curriculum and test for the adjunct instructors. That way, all the adjuncts have to do is come in, read off some slides and go home with a hefty paycheck. I recently had a meeting with Dr. Michael Levens. He is Chair of the Marketing Department at Walsh. He is a slick character, and he assumes that I am dumb, too.

He is well put together, but he is a con artist. My Marketing teacher is teaching on a Master's level and I bet she doesn't have a Master's degree. She quit work and started a blog 10 years ago, and that has made her an expert on blogging, and now she's teaching it to future Master's holders. She failed me on my first two assignments. I got a 5/15 and 10/25. I thought that you would at least pass, just for turning in an assignment. She claimed that she got the assignments without headings. I've been complaining about my Moodle assignments being tampered with, and she took the opportunity to use that for an excuse to fail me on a good project. I asked Dr. Leven to have her give him a copy to show me what she graded. Nope, he can't do that. I have to speak to Dr. Rinkus, who by the way, doesn't talk to me.

He did send me a letter, yesterday. I sent him a request, asking that he make me whole for being harassed by my Statistics instructor.The instructor would call me unsolicited and one time, he phone me at 11 at night. I guess his wife was in bed. It may seem like nothing to Dr. Rinkus, but I was upset about it. This same man, when helping me with my homework went on and on about how unhappy he was in his marriage. They flew in an attorney to "investigate" the matter, and of course she found in favor of the school. I never thought she would find in my favor, they were paying her. I wasn't going to give her a dime. She had no stock in finding him guilty. I've been in the system for years, and I know that attorneys are loyal to the money. Public defenders are paid by the county, and therefore, are loyal to the prosecutors and judges. That's why I held back information, situations and things I told her. I knew she wasn't on my side, when I asked her if I could record our conversation and she said, "No".

That's when I knew the college was trying to walk away unscathed. I sat and ate with this woman as she thought I believed that she was my best friend. She assured me that she would be objective and honest and...blah...blah...blah...blah. She even told me that I could go to the local media. At the time, I wasn't interested in anything, but telling my story. But, the letter I got from Dr. Rinkus, yesterday is proof that they don't care about me. Walsh is a joke, and with the education I'm getting, I couldn't get a Master's anywhere else. You have to take entrance exams to get into Master's programs these days. I haven't learned enough, at Walsh, to pass one of those test. 

On Facebook, my Black friend posts these videos and memes full of what I thought was propaganda. Black leaders in our community that talk about a White society that excludes Blacks and pushes the White agenda. What is that agenda? White preservation at all cost. Here is a group of people that are earning money, with fake degrees, and getting the recognition and accolades of true professionals. They are just taking care of one another. They can afford large homes, fancy cars and a life of leisure with no accountability for the lies they tell. The way they put up road blocks for me, they stick together like glue. I could never imagine such a place could actually exist, but it does at Walsh.

This is the part of America that needs to be exposed. This is the total disregard for the rules, inclusion and decency that erodes the very fibers of America. African-Americans in America are being left out of jobs and the chance to make a life for their families, and White people are creating utopias, like the one at Walsh. If I hadn't come along, they would have kept employing under-educated teachers to advance their agenda. I know that the members of law enforcement that got me kicked out of Baker and Oakland University are behind most of this disruption in my education. The other portion is fueled by jealousy, racism and desperation. They need to keep their lie going to continue living their lives of excess and luxury.

Who else to aid in their tearing down of my educational process, but a bunch of fakes. There is a syndicate in Oakland County that indulges in crime and corruption and they all know one another. It consists of "I wash your back and you wash mine". When I decided to go to Walsh, they called in a favor, just like Baker and just like Oakland University. It's embedded into our society, and it's all about greed and racism. Sure, they let Black folk in, but they keep them to a minimum and you best believe they have all the right credentials. This is sad, because the White students suffer, too. Dick Gregory said it best, but I'll leave that for another time...

N 'Toya..."Toya"

I went to Oakland County Jail in 2011, there was a woman there named N'Toya. She was young, maybe 24 years old. She was real pregnant, real, real pregnant. When I went out on my break, I went down to see her, because I lived just above her and I could always hear her singing through the vent. She was pregnant, but still weighed only about 130 pounds. She stood, roughly 5'4". I went down to see "Cat". I called her an "egg with legs". She was the loudest and most ignorant woman in the POD. They said that she was kicked out of all the other general population PODS and forced to live in the disciplinary POD, because everyone hated her. She claimed the women kited her out. In reality, "Cat" was kited out by the women that knew what was going on. They complained, because that was their job, and getting "Cat" to cell #1, the "fuck me" cell, was their goal and objective. She ruled the POD, unless I had something to say. I didn't bow down to her, ever. It irritated her, but I was her reality.

"You see Toya?" I looked at her with a blank face, because I was lost. "Toya, the girl down in 5. She gone have her baby in here!" She was talking like she had some real news. I pulled up my chair and settled in for the gossip. She would only tell me what she wanted me to hear, because they listened to everything. Another reason why they kept me locked up in there. We were only allowed out one at a time. At least I was, and that meant if I wanted to talk to someone, I had to be at their door and all the speakers were two-way intercoms. So, when I settled in for a talk with anyone, we could hear the click of the speaker hearing us in the "Bubble". She asked me, "What is she doing?" I answered, "I don't know." "Go see!" She whispered, like she had a secret. I walked the four Bam-Bam cells and looked in on her. N'Toya was fast asleep, curled up in a ball, hair all over her head, looking wild. I just walked back and reported, "She sleep". It made "Cat" feel good to get me to do something. I never listened to her, like the other women had to. She was the "mother" of the POD, but only to the prostitutes. I wasn't included in that group.

"She gone have that baby, soon! She might not get out this POD, and gone have it right in that cell." "Why?" I asked, now curious. She replied, "She keep saying that she in labor. She keep doing that and they not going to believe her when she really go in labor." She was right, I was laying in my bed when she called out to everyone, they just took Toya to the hospital. A few minutes later, she called out again. "Hey, y'all Toya didn't make it to the hospital, she had that baby right outside the door!" I laid in my bunk devastated. I went to my door and said, "What she have?" "A little boy", she cried out. "They say he look just like Toya!" I didn't wonder how she knew that, Beane stopped at her door every morning he came to work and I could hear them whispering from my cell. In the afternoon, whoever was on, which varied, she would shoot the breeze with them, too. POD mom got all the information, because they wanted the women to believe that she was more than she was. Once Comisha told her to shut up and Ms. A came to get her straight when she asked to call her mother at work. Prostitutes get to use the phone, too. Later that day, after phoning her mother Comisha apologized to "Cat" and she went to talk to her during her walks.

So one day, while on her walk, N'Toya went to "Cat's" door. They talked for a while, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Minutes later, "Cat" was yelling out her door, "No Toay, don't do it! NO, TOYA, STOP!!!" Then there was a scream and a hard thump, like something hard hitting the floor. It was Toya. "Cat" told me the next day, when I got out that she had told her that she was feeling depressed about her baby. It had been her fifth, and she had to give him up to the State. Her grandmother was supposed to come get him and hadn't showed up. Her mother had told her that she was too old. Her aunt who had two of her children, already, and didn't want to take anymore. There was two other ones that were ward of the state and she had no idea who any of their fathers were. At some point, most women go through postpartum depression. She had went to the top of the stairs and jumped from the mezzanine. They rushed in with neck braces and stretchers, only to bring her back an hour later. I went down to see her again. She was half naked, only her jail issued shirt on, no pants, no panties, walking around her cell singing, again. I think Luther Vandross...

I later learned from "Cat" that she was a regular. They had been using her for years, but this time she was defiant. Beane had to snatch her out of her cell to make her take her psychotropic shot. Like Lisa, they were mandatory to keep her in check. When she refused, Beane first grabbed her by the hair, but when he saw I was watching him, he let go of her hair and grabbed her shirt. Then dragged her out the cell and held her for the nurse to administer the shot. When it was done, he pushed her back in the cell using his knee. She only said, "Ooh, Mr. Beane, you know you didn't have to do me like that. That was bough!" He just looked down at her, and said with disgust, "You need to do what your told." She peeped through her food slot and looked up at him and said, "You don't even have to treat me like that. I'm telling my people." He walk on like she hadn't said a word. "Cat" also told me that her mother had been out on the street, too. I wonder to this day, if her mother was also a victim of  the OCJ ring. 

I would go back four times and of those four times, N'Toya would be there three times. She had accumulated 45 misdemeanor loitering tickets from being outside different stores and gas stations on the Eastside of Pontiac. George's, M&K up on MLK and South Blvd. and the Sunoco on the corner of Woodward and South Boulevard. If ever she is spotted at any of those stores, they call the police and she is arrested and sent back to OCJ. This has obviously taken place 45 times over time, not to mention that she has very few prostitution arrests. She tells me that she stands outside the stores and asks for dates. I thought, if you were a prostitute that would be an easy way to get a date, but why those stores. I asked her about Cole's. It's right up the street from the gas station, but she said, "Nah, I don't be up there." As always, I lay in my bed and thought extra hard about why she only hung out at those places. Then it came to me, she is a crackhead. But, why would the police allow stores to sell drugs out of stores and gas stations. I know that there is this White cop that is coming in and out of People's all the time on Auburn.

It seems that every time I go past the store, he is either coming out or going in. Like the guy at George's them boys drive white cars and SUV's. Real nice ones, too! One of them had a white Porche. Just like the thieves that work at Sears. It all comes back to me and I just sit and think. They are selling drugs out of these stores and gas stations in Pontiac. The Chaldean are drug dealers and I think they've always have been. It's unbelievable to me, because my Mother worked for families my entire life. They helped us and took me to basketball games and to get McDonald's. They had swimming pools and good food in the fridge. Now, I know why. I loved going to work with my Mother. Their homes were beautiful and it was my first chance at seeing excess, and spoiled children and comfortable living. Those people were my friends, but I also remember that my father was able to sit and talk to one man for hours. My father was a hustler. The only thing a hustler could talk to another hustler about, was hustling. I didn't know then, but I know now and they gotta get out our 'hood dealing dope that ain't cool.

Then Toya know and is being targeted, because all the police do, when they call is take her to jail. Where she is then sold to make the deputies money. So, the police making money all around, because they getting money from the stores and the prostitutes. I don't know who Elvis is, but it seems that he's the leader of them. She says that he always gets her and I think at this point she is scared, because I was her yesterday at CNS she seemed to be afraid to talk to me. She has never been afraid, before. I told her that I'll see her in the street and maybe then she would talk to me. She just turned away. I left and went home. I saw the look on the security guards face, as he watched us. He looked at her as if to ask if she was willing to take the chance. She's no stranger of these streets at night, and they never give her any real time, because they know she'll be back at the streets as soon as she gets back and Elvis, will be waiting for her...

Now, From Harassment to Murder...

Oakland County Sheriff's SUV

My brother called from prison the other day. He said that I have an hour long video that he heard about in prison, and that people are going to be walking around calling me a "rat". I think he means a snitch. I think I've covered that already. I am not a confidential informant. I have never talked to the police about anyone that live in Pontiac. I move in this city like a person that lives in a city. I mostly go down to the corner store, City Council Meetings, sometimes and that's about it. Due to the constant stealing in the city, we don't have a grocery store here. There is no big name stores, like Kroger, Meijer or Walmart. At a very young age, our children have learned that they are worthless. The only way they learn to survive is through illegal activity. So, our children very early on think that the "White man" is their enemy and it's alright to steal, because they have it all and won't miss the stuff they are stealing from them. I know, because I used to be one of those people, but it got me no where. I stole so many size 8 clothes that I was a size 14, before the year ended. I keep believing in God, because of my misfortunes, even if they do have an explanation.

I see now that there is a push in the city for helping young women. This, I believe, is to compete with my ministry that needs to be started in the city. I remember, when I was in jail that the women who came to visit us from the church were "touchy feelly". I would get up and give the women hugs, because it seemed to me that they enjoyed it too much. Women with women in jail is expected, or you get the "treatment" and get sent to what we call, "Bam-Bam". That's for the women that don't cooperate. That's where they put the mentally insane and where I live, whenever I go to jail. It is the same place I lived when I was in prison. I lived with the so-called "crazy people". This is harassment to the fullest, because even if you don't live in a 24-hour cell - 24-hour, because the light stays on for 24 hours a day. You are subject to the cruelty of having to listen to rants of those mentally insane people who live there.

N'Toya, a staple on Pontiac's Eastside. Her spot used to be George's, but they closed down and now I see her in the middle of E. Wilson and Paddock. When she came to jail, which was often, this is where she lived. There isn't any prostitution that goes on in general population. That's the huge PODs in the Annex that house up to 90 women at a time. They can't move women in and out of there so easily. What usually happens is the women fake a fight. Once they get into a fight or argument, they go into "Bam-Bam" for a while, and when their punishment is over, they head across the door, 29, and become a part of MAX. In MAX, they have a much smaller space and all the women there are "Down to Fuck" DTL. It is never crowded across 29. MAX is for women who have committed crimes like Murder, Assault and Assault to do great bodily harm, less than murder. Armed Robbery is housed over there, too. There aren't many women who commit those kinds of crimes in Oakland County, and they are always looking to fit the prostitutes in there for better control. It's like the Trustee Pod, a Pod full of whores. Hot Food and commissary comes there very often and the women are taken care of. Just like the women in cell number 1, sometimes.

I say all of this to give you a clear understanding why I am being harassed by the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I know too much and the women have told me too much. It never changes. My girl Lisa, their Asian escaped, thanks to her association with me. Lake Orion police would drag her into the jail all the time. Due to her erratic and mischievous manic phases she was court-ordered to take shots. If she didn't come in to get her shots, they didn't take her to the place to get her shot, but to the Oakland County Jail where she would be prostituted. I never got from her story what not taking a shot had to do with jail. Shouldn't the police just escort her to the clinic to get her shot? But she was in high-demand, because not many Asians were available for jail. They were dealt with in their homes and with their families and didn't get in trouble, but Lisa was defiant and left her family to be on her own, because she swore that she could do it all on her own. Coming to Oakland County was her worst mistake, due to the infamous scene in the movie, "Full Metal Jacket". "Me so horny. Me love you long time".

All this happened about eight years ago and it's still going on and I'm still making it a huge deal. I can't leave my house anymore, without being attacked by these people. It is the most sad issue ever in my life, and I have never known such a deliberate attack by the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. It's a racket that goes beyond just stealing and prostitution, but to drugs and murder. I should be afraid, but I try not to stay hidden for long and I speak out on it as much as possible and I live my life out loud. If you ever hear of my death, a fatal or near fatal car crash - that's how they tried to kill Patterson - understand that these people are behind it and they are crafty in how they get you. Letting a man out of prison and feeding him with words that got him enraged to where he murdered a woman was genius. I'm sure that they are trying to figure out my demise as we speak.