Glenn McIntosh...Oakland University

Glenn McIntosh

It had always been my dream to attend Oakland University. When I was a pre-teen, my sister was involved with Upward Bound. We had went out there to drop her off one summer day, and I fell in love with the landscape. They've torn down many of trees that were there almost 37 years ago, and replaced them with dorms, a new world-class gym and a parking garage. Yet, I still remember the rows of trees that lined the campus, where it borders Walton Boulevard. I told myself that one day I would go to "this" school. After leaving prison, I came home and attended Oakland Community College (OCC). I got a second Associates at OCC, the first was in General Studies. I had gotten that, unknowingly, before I went to prison. My major was, and still is Management. I wanted my degree in Management, not General Studies, and I took it upon myself to get the second one in Management.

I love going to school, and OCC and OU don't care if you've been to prison. Sadly, Glenn McIntosh does. Before graduating from OCC, I applied to OU and got accepted. I felt awkward attending, and felt that I needed to meet with the Dean Of Admission, a woman named Evelyn Reynolds. She was very nice to me, shook my hand and placed her other one on top of mine. She was so endearing and told me that I was welcome and that I had nothing to worry about. I had graduated from OCC with a 3.69 in my first degree and 3.68 in my second and more than qualified to attend OU. The other stuff wasn't even a factor. I would feel right at home at OU. That was until the Pontiac Police got in touch with Glenn McIntosh.

Glenn McIntosh in 2010, was the Dean of Student Affairs. Today, he is Vice-President of Student Affairs. My mother and I was having problems at home, and I wanted to live on campus. I filled out the application for student housing and was accepted. I was slotted for one of the student apartments. I had even gone to look at an apartment that was similar to the one that I would be living in. I had planned to buy all the things I needed for my new place on campus, and was going to rent a U-Haul to move my things. I forgot, which day I was slated to move and called the school for my reservation. I was told that I no longer had a space in the apartments and that I needed to talk to housing about the mix-up.

I left school, one afternoon, and went down the road to OU. I went to the Housing Department and spoke with two of the people in charge. They explained that I had failed to check the box correctly that asked if I was a convicted felon. I was confused, because I had checked the box truthfully. I asked the same question I would pose to McIntosh later, "Why would I tell the university I had been to prison when I applied for admission, but not tell them when I had applyied for housing?" In my opinion that would be stupid and less than honest. They told me that I needed to go talk to Glenn McIntosh, because this had all been done at his request.

I got to his office and we talked. He revealed to me that the real reason that he didn't want me living on campus is that I was mentally unstable. He said that if I went to the school for a year, he would reconsider allowing me to live on campus. I told him that wasn't fair, because he had certified my acceptance to the school when I applied. That was his job, and I had got the I-Chat information from the State Police and he had accepted it. Since I was going to OU, I had the right to housing, and any other services that were a part of attending the university. Housing is part of the admissions process. He explained that I was 40 years old and he thought, because I was so old, I wouldn't be living on campus. Simply put, McIntosh told me nothing was allowed unless he wanted it to happen. He said that he didn't feel "safe" with me on his campus. I told him that I was going to OU, anyway, and that I would be around "his" students regardless. He looked at me, and said, "I could reconsider that decision, too".

I was floored. Here he was, a Black man, telling me he was about to throw me out of Oakland University and I hadn't even done anything. Then he went around the campus, telling the police and others that I was mentally unstable and to "watch out" for me. I went to class, and had people harassing me. One young woman sat behind me in Spanish and pushed a desk into mine, every time class met. After we established that it was annoying, I asked her was she comfortable, yet. In other words, would she be pushing the desk in the back of mine that day. That way, I could sit in my desk without her banging into the back of my seat. She said with a nasty attitude, "Are you still on that? That's been over as far as I'm concerned!" I looked back at her, and said in a low-voice, "Just checking".

At the second to last meeting we had, I called Elbert Hatchett and asked him what I should do. He told me to just let it go. What he was doing is discrimination. No one can stop someone from attending a educational institution, based on a known handicap. The Disability Act f 1979, outlawed discrimination against those with mental disorders. McIntosh had violated my Civil Rights, because as a person with a mental disorder, I was part of a protected class. Hatchett said if I raised that issue, he would surely kick me out of school. I was getting tired of driving to school 45 minutes, before class started to secure a spot in the parking lot. Even then, I would still have to wait sometimes for a space. I would pick students up at the curb, and drive them to their cars to get their parking space.

I composed a letter to the former Vice President of Student Affairs, Mary Beth Synder. I'm convinced that McIntosh had something on her, because she gave the letter to McIntosh. When I arrived to Spanish class that Wednesday, the campus police came to the door and spoke to my professor. She then instructed me to gather my things and go with the police. McIntosh had told me that the police there didn't like me. He explained that I had committed a crime against a fellow police officer, and they didn't care for me, because of that. I went quietly and peacefully, even if I didn't understand why I was having a police escort. I had never done anything at OU to warrant a police escort. 

They took me to his office, again. He asked me why I wasn't happy with the hefty check I got from financial aid. How come I was still causing him trouble? I told him what I said in the letter. He had treated me unfairly and I was tired of driving to the university everyday and it was causing wear-and -tear to my vehicle. I want my housing back. He went on to tell me that it was gone and there was no way I would get it. Besides, I had a mental illness and he wanted to wait for me to live on campus. I then asked him the 100 million dollar question for about the thousandth time. "Who told you that I had a mental illness, because I never disclosed that information when I applied?" He told me my mother and my sister. That was a lie!

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My mother and I were having problems, but she would never call the school and say anything about me. She's my mother! My sister, maybe, because those are things some sisters might do. The really spooky part, to me, is that he knew that I was having problems with my mother and sister, to tell such a good and relevant lie. He informed me that I would be going to see a psychologist at the school to determine my mental state. Knowing that there was nothing wrong with me, I agreed and signed the paper that gave permission for the conference. It was not a psych evaluation, at least that's what Dr. Shultz told me. We talk and I was then given a police escort back to McIntosh office, and I was given a police escort to the clinic, too. Through the common areas of the school with hundreds of students witnessing my situation.

I created packets of stuff about mental illness, my story and the Civil Rights law and gave them away to people at the university. Namely the Vice President of Inclusion and Diversity, a woman named Joi Cunningham. She looked at me straight in the eye and asked, "Do you believe your mentally ill?" I told her "No", and that's why I'm here. I've since been declared mentally ill by several so-called mental health professionals, and I just don't even think about it anymore. The last time I was institutionalized they gave me shots of Abilify that the Prosecutor forced me to continue and in February of 2016, I got diabetes. Now, due to pimps and liars, I have to deal with a medical condition the rest of my life.

I filed a complaint with the Michigan Department of Civil Rights. Another State institution that's a joke. I was then arrested for stalking Val Gross, three months after McIntosh's violation of my Civil Rights. I was in and out of jail and unable to aid in the investigation, which there really wasn't one. Law enforcement had intervened on McIntosh behalf and I wasn't really getting any action, anyway. A woman called me in jail, and said she would ask my mother and sister if they told him I was crazy. My mother said she spoke with her and told her "No". I don't know if she ever spoke with my sister or not. It doesn't matter, because that proves he knew and even more cause for him not to do what he did. You can't deny someone housing, because they are mentally ill! Unless, there is an issue with their behavior that interfered with the school's normal operations.

On the following Thursday, someone called me from the school to tell me I needed to come see Mary Beth Synder and McIntosh. I asked should I still prepare for my test in Political Science, and after being given the run around, I was told, "No." I told my mother that I was going to the school to get kicked out. Threw on my clothes and left the house. As we sat in the room waiting for Synder, he was suddenly deftly quiet. When she arrived she never spoke a word. Reading from a piece of paper, McIntosh told me that I was being suspended, until I had a full psychological evaluation. He claimed that I was in the middle of a psychotic break and that Dr. Shultz feels that I should get medical help, and couldn't continue as a student at OU.

I would later speak to Dr. Shultz, PhD. Not M.D. And he explained that he never told McIntosh that. He claimed to not have spoken to him after that day. So, it was all contrived. His lies were to cover up the fact that he had violated my Civil Rights, when he took my housing. But he further violated them, when he said that I was in the midst of a psychotic break. Who was he to tell me that I couldn't continue with my studies? I had to just let it all go. If the Civil Rights Department wasn't going to help me, I couldn't help myself, because I'm poor. The same reason they get away with their 

pre-trial blues. When the government is in charge of your justice, you rarely see any. I was embarrassed, discriminated against and unlawfully removed from school and no one cared. As a reward, I was charged with a crime I didn't commit and dragged through a system of pimps and whores.

McIntosh and my nemesises run in the same circles and have the same preferences. I can just imagine that Benny and the Jets, sanctioned him to get me out of OU. Give me a hard time and make my life there miserable. I know that I could have done things to prevent the circumstances that came upon me, but I hadn't done anything wrong and had not one mark against me at OU. I had been at OCC the entire summer without incident and had gotten A's in all my summer classes. In 29 days, I became a stark raving maniac that needed to be institutionalized. From a man that is supposed to represent what is good and productive in the Black community. Someone who is supposed to be a role-model and mentor to our young men and women. In reality, he's done very little or nothing for our community, because he has never lived here.

I was invited to OU by a young up and coming politician. I had to tell him that I'm on non-Grata status at OU. After illegally kicking me out of school, he didn't want me back on campus to talk to the President or anyone else. Someone would surely notice that I'm not psychotic. Non Grata, is Latin for not welcome. So, after all of the unwarranted and illegal things he had done to me, he made it impossible for me to come on OU's campus. For no other reason than the Pontiac Police didn't want me to go to OU, I was no longer welcome. Namely, Paul McDougal, who had taken my letters to the Prosecutor back in 2002 and got the whole ball rolling on putting me in prison in the first place.

 McDougal used to lie to my friend Patricia, back in 1991, around the time he beat her black and blue.  He would lie to her and say he was at OU studying when he was really out with other women. The idea that I was actually attending OU infuriated him, because that's a coincidence, don't you think? His alibi, was the place that I was kick out of, for no reason. His dream, was my reality, and I was not supposed to survive prison. The idea of me attending OU, was too much for him, and I believe he set out to do something about it. Because, it was obvious McIntosh had it out for me, but why did McIntosh have it out for me? Why would he even single me out for checking a box on an online application? What would even make him look? My mother never called that school, and if he lied about her, he lied about my sister, too.

There is no doubt in my mind that this was just another performance by Benny and the Jets. My mother was glad I was doing so well, and our arguments had never gotten that bad. So bad, she would sabotage my getting ahead in life. My mother is not that kind of person, and I despice McIntosh for implying that she is. Sadly, they are working hard for an encore performance at Walsh. They've worked so hard to destroy me as a person, but I keep winning. You forget about me relenting and giving them the satisfaction of saying they ruined my life. I have this semester at Walsh and one more, until graduation...Stay tuned...

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