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.   

OCSD...Welfare and Child Protective Services

I can remember sharing a cell with a pregnant woman in the Oakland County Jail. She was there on an old warrant that she was sure she had cleared up. She said she was five months pregnant, but looked about three. She had two other children, and so I asked her if she was on drugs. She was pale and sickly looking, because of the dark circles beneath her eyes. At five months and on her third child, she should be nice and full. Women having their first baby, can wear their regular clothes up until their sixth month. I could barely tell this woman was pregnant. She had been really sick with this pregnancy she said, and she had been going through it with DHS and the police. A police officer had come to her house and found it open, went through her entire house and had told DHS that she didn't have any food in her fridge. He said that no one was home, but that the front door had been left open and he had just walked in. Looking around, he said that the house was disgusting and they needed to come to the house and "check things out". 

He called DHS on her! I had never heard of that in my life! The police walking into someone's house, assessing the situation and calling Child Protective Services, and I have live in Pontiac all my life with low-income families and crooked police. This cop, came into her situation and gave her nothing, but hell. She had a problem with drugs in the past and her children had been involved in another case. She and her husband had made some bad choices. But now she was trying to live her best life, the best that she could. She just wished that the police would leave her alone. She began to cry and I didn't know what to do. I stood up and reach my hand out and touched her shoulder. You have to be careful in jail, because some women try to use situations like that one to have sex, because you hug them. I kept my distance, because she was an addict and didn't look pregnant at all. The bump she had could have been left over fat from the other two children. She was taken out of my cell that afternoon. The next time I saw her, she was sitting outside on a bench with another girl laughing it up. I asked her where she was living, and she said "Upstairs". I thought, "Oh, she's arrived". Only the really good prostitutes end up in E-2.

E1-Annex-OCJ

This wasn't the first time that I heard about the police having contact with DHS and a OCSD prostitute. Shelly, a Trustee, had a boyfriend in jail. A Sergeant from upstairs in the Men's PODS. She was a Trustee who really didn't care for me. One day, I had given her a note and told her that she could help me by getting the women together and complaining on the jail and the deputies. She never answered my note. Instead, she stood at the door next to mine and spoke loud enough for me to to hear. "My Mom has my son. I've been on the streets getting high for a while now. I just gave them full custody. I would never want him to leave there. I had a good life, but messed it up. I want him to be happy, and my Mom would die if he ever went anywhere." I listened with intent, but really didn't know what she meant. The only reason why I gave her the note was because she had been so nice. The idea that she was an addict struck me, but now I know the difference jail makes. At that time, I had only been to jail for a few months and had only been there once. After being sent back three to four times, I realize they leave thick and return a month later thin as a rail. With their minds all messed up!

Probation is a set-up. PA-511 or whatever is a joke, and J.A.W.S. is a program that can cut non-violent offenders time in half. Shelly was in J.A.W.S. If it was found out that she was in cahoots with me, she would have to do the entire year for armed robbery. Yep, armed robbery that gets you two years for the gun. Shelly had robbed a gas station at gun point. She had been high and needed more drugs. But with armed robbery, you get two years for the gun. Shelly got a year, and with J.A.W.S. she got six months. Programs with no time cuts or slight time cuts were almost empty. I was on meds while there and I got called out at least once a month to be in a program. J.A.W.S. Is always full, they file out in groups of 13-15 women. They're usually Trustees, the biggest whores in the jail; male and female. They hurry up and serve lunch to "get ready for J.A.W.S. They can trade sex for J.A.W.S. And the deputies get their "Roy Scheider" worth. The other programs, not so much. Shelly got mad at me when I found out and yelled it across the POD.

She and another prostitute had set-up in our POD to watch television. You can do that as a Trustee, the jail is yours. I yelled at her, "It must be nice when you can turn up the TV [It was too loud and she didn't live there] when you only got six months for armed robbery". She and the other prostitute contrived a scheme, she poured pee under my door. Shelly, our Trustee, refused to clean it up. I had pee under the front of my door for at least 20 hours. I flushed the towel that was soaked in urine and Beane turned off my water. I had to live with bowels in my toilet for about four. All because I found out Shelly escaped a prison sentence on "Armed Robbery". I took a bottle of water and poured about four cups under my door. They had to come clean then. They told Ms. Thomas that they were going to "fix" me. She was like, "No your not, you should have cleaned that up yesterday." Clap it up for Ms. Thomas. I felt stupid thinking Shelly was a nice person. She had looked up at me and said, "That's what you get for calling people a prostitute." Still not afraid I replied, "You got six months for armed robbery, what else could you be?" She might not be a bad person, but she had took a time-cut for a really serious crime. What about her son?

DHS is taking people kids for their silence. In 2013, a woman told me that Alicia was in trouble with DHS. I had met her in 2011, while in jail. Click her name and read her story. Supposedly, she had two other children than the one she had. DHS had come to her house and took all of her children. The same thing with Amber and her son. Another young woman they were using in OCJ, while I was there. They spend time with social workers and they help them keep the women in line, by threatening to take their children or taking them for a time. I remember, I was trying to get custody of my nephew. The social worker showed up at court and told my sister, his guardian that she didn't even need to show up. She had a letter that was single spaced and looked just like a police report. My sister, who still is benefiting from police protection, after stabbing her husbands cousin that he was having an affair with. They have wiped her record clean. Her grandchildren are gone, my nephew, who she got to keep is an unemployed grocery store worker, isn't doing anything with his life. Her children are doing well, but other children who lived in her house are not.

Kids go missing

DHS just throws money to people, to take care of those children that people don't want. My sister was obviously getting plenty, she denies it, but had to move out of her $1,300 apartment in Waterford, shortly after her grandchildren and our nephew had moved out. She kicked my nephew out the house, when he turned 18 and she couldn't get anymore money for him. Her grandchildren's father got on his feet and got his children back. DHS doesn't care about the children, and if Shelly betrayed them they would have uprooted her son from where he was happy and healthy to punish her for telling what she knows. She said while she was talking to the woman next door that she hadn't did much for him all his life, but letting her parents keep him was the best thing she could do for him and something that she could do that proved she cared. I swear, when an addict gets clean, sometimes you can't touch their love and compassion...Sometimes.

I told you that I'm supposed to be getting punished for my antics at Meijer. my bank accounts have been drained and I'm penniless. All my bills have been paid, and I just can't get any White Castles. Many of the people coming into Meijer are the same people that robbed Sears blind. They are cops mostly that use drugs and steal to support their habit.  Gays who aren't real police, real police and born not hired. These people are homosexuals who work a good job. I read it in a book I got at OCC's library. Its their purpose to keep me broke enough that when I do go back to work, I'm hungry enough to steal. Well, God provide that I never get that hungry. They even got my mother as part of it. I've been getting food stamps since I got out of prison in 2008. I started working in July of this year, and in August they gave me $15 worth of food stamps. Another favor I figure for the Oakland County Sheriff's Department, since I was preventing them from eating. You know they patrol Rochester Hills, where my store is located. I thank God for angels...My angel.

I made an appointment for a conference with the case worker and her boss. The woman who made the appointment was nice on the phone, but nasty in person. She actually got into my face and pointed a karate-chop at me. I asked her to step back. She actually said one thing on the phone and another in person. Then looked at the other woman and rolled her eyes. The other woman was a big Black monster and I thought I was about to have to get into a fist fight. The other woman was making copies and I was trying to speak nicely to the "sistah". Oh, she was nasty, and I told her so. "I'm going to call Lansing about this one." I said, and the Black one came to security and asked them to escort me out, when I wasn't even the one being rude. I asked the copies woman to step back. She was the one that lied about the meeting. Security got up, and took me to the elevator. He was this young kid with a cold that I had told before that I hoped he felt better. When we got in the elevator and the door shut, he confessed that a lot of stuff goes on at the office. He and the other security guard never looked at the situation, because it seemed that even as security they didn't want to be involved.

They probably had to be on the State workers side, and I don't think they felt they were always right. I'm sure that the Oakland County Sheriff's Department knew I was coming. They control the Pontiac DHHS Offices, and all the crackheads that work there. The White woman that worked the front desk had an attitude from the beginning. I understand why the drug dealers are at city functions and event. Drug dealers control drug people, I'm not sure politics in Pontiac are for me. And there was another small Latina there that smirked the names of the people who I was supposed to meet with. The amount of EBT benefits are relatively small. I just can't stand the way I was treated. I will be following up with that hearing and judge, although in the past, going before a judge isn't going to do me any good. They are as big a crooks as the social workers and OCSD. I knew it was all a set-up, because on my way down Saginaw, a OCSD cruiser met me beside the courthouse and pulled out in front of me. We were stopped at the light and I recorded the video shown below, privilege is everything. Now, with them patrolling these streets it's back to Jim Crow. It used to be ignorant low-class Black folk treating us badly, not with OCSD the White folk are back in charge, and it's low-class Whites taking us back to Jim Crow...Stay tuned!