Sister...Sister: Mavis and Melissa

Kenneth Burch & Associates

I just left the Oakland County Substation. Lieutenant Ford, told me that I have issues with my complaint. He says that it has been so long since Paul McDougal beat on my old ex-best friend that he can't do anything about it. Plus, she never reported it to the police. "Where is all the evidence, and that was 20+ years ago!" In other words, he's not going to do anything. McDougal after lying on me several times came to my home last summer. He says the police can't make the decision to not go to someone's house. If they get a call and they are dispatched, they must go on that call. I told him, I find that incredible that the police can't make a choice that would keep them out of trouble. I explained that if I was dead and bleeding, I don't want Paul McDougal at my house! He said "for [me] you" he would make it possible that McDougal is not be dispatched to my home. Now, this man was lead detective in the bogus case that sent me to prison. One that was set-up by him and then Denise Brainard, Oakland County Prosecutor. Who after I got finished doing a four year bid on a 90-day PSI statutory limit sentence, went to my so-called victim. Told him that he had saw me and I had asked about him. For all of you that know me I'm not dumb. I'm not dumb at all. I would never even speak to him!

Ford kept lying to me. So, I came home looking for what to do next. I got on the phone and this nice female deputy, they ain't all bad, gave me some advice and connected me to where I needed to go. So, I left a message for Captain Ewing to give me a call back and maybe we can sit down and have a conversation. Because that one with Lt. Ford didn't go well. To see if I could get some information to have about the subject, I called my long-time friend Kenneth "Kenny" Burch. He has been practicing law in the City of Pontiac for about 25-years. I paid him close to $1000 dollars to get me out of a "pickle" in Waterford, about 20-years ago. I was driving with expired tabs, no insurance, the '77 Cutlass didn't have working seat belts, my right signal was broken and my license were suspended. The cop was going to let me go, but then I evokes O.J. and my blackness and he wrote me all five(5) tickets and towed my car. One of the Johnson Girls, my cousin Tiffany, late and on time, took me to get my car that day. Seeing that Bloomfield had suspended my license for failure to pay and I had made a payment plan to pay, I didn't have money to pay all five(5) tickets.

That fall, I started getting the notices and ignored them. Until, one said "A warrant would be issued for your [my] arrest". Before work one day, I drove to Waterford to be heard on the tickets. Well, with the times that I had ignored those notices, the Waterford judge wasn't happy. She was about to send me to jail on the "Driving on a Suspended License" ticket, because it's a Misdemeanor that I could get up to 90-days for. She actually looked at me and said just that, "You just can't ignore our notices and walk in here when you get ready! Now, your going to the Oakland County Jail to think about it!" At the time, I hadn't been to "jail, jail", but the bailiff saved me. Still "green", I had no idea that the bail for all lower-Misdemeanors is $100. He took me gently by the arm and said, "If you call your mother and tell her to come pay the $100 bond, we can release you from here and you don't have to go to jail." I was dazed from the verbal beating I had just taken and shocked that he was helping me. I managed to muster a, "Okay." He still ever so gently, turned me towards his desk and a phone. I called my mother, and told her my dilemma.  She went downstairs to my landlord, who had just retired, or he would have been working at that time of the morning. He was just starting to have problems with his glaucoma, but managed to drive to the credit union and to the Waterford courts.

I had to be at work that morning, still "green", I thought that I would finish up and be at work by 10, when the store opened. I was two hours late. I had thought that it would be like Bloomfield, I walk in, say I'm sorry and make payment arrangements. Nope, that woman was a barracuda and even when I said weakly, "...but I'm a college student!" Her face went from worse to bad. She just hit the gavel and said, "You still are..." I was so afraid, I had managed to piss-off the officer and the judge in Waterford. I kept losing, because they just Black folk that live on water. They come hard and I was so frustrated and Kenneth "Kenny" Burch, came into the store. He was scouting some weights and stuff. He later would come in with his wife and purchase the weights and we talked. He told me that Waterford was tough. I asked him how much it would cost. I had paid off the ticket that I had in Bloomfield that had suspended my license, but Waterford was  holding me up from getting them back. I asked him how much he would charge me to take the case. He said $1000. At the time it was coming up on Christmas and I was making a bit of change. I had to pay him and buy a new car. The "Doper Ride" was getting me in too much trouble. 

Before court I paid him $750, before court and we had to meet three times, because one judge bailed at Thanksgiving to go up-North to hunt. I paid him and in full before our last appearance, but then there was Mavis. Mavis Peters is a Pontiac person. She and her sister Melissa and they both went to Pontiac Central and are well-known by everyone. Melissa is married to ex-Councilman Art McClellan, who couldn't find a backbone if she was eating turkey-tails.  It figures that she's an Oakland County Sheriff's Lieutenant. She got promoted while I was there the first time in 2011. She heard me on the ticket, when I refused to go to court in the morning. I always sat down there all day, because I had court in the afternoon. All the other women went in the morning, then they just poured cold air through the vents as punishment for not prostituting and telling folk about it. One morning, I just didn't go and told the Sergeant that he could come and get me at noon. That didn't work for the deputy and Supervisor. I got a ticket, and yes, a Sergeant does out-rank a deputy and Supervisor, but this Sergeant was Black. You know how that went. Melissa came and told me to buy a long john shirt and never refuse to go to court, again. I said "Okay". I would never give a sister who hadn't done anything to me a problem, unless she was acting like them "other people". 

Mavis Peters
Legal Secretary

Mavis isn't so simple. She works for Kenny Burch and I believe she's his "work-wife". The very first time I met her, she asked me my name. I told her, and then she asked, "And what business do you have with Kenny!" She emphasized "Kenny", because I didn't call him "Mr. Burch" or "Attorney Burch", but called him by his nickname, "Kenny". I said that I was there to hire him. She looked sly and asked me to hold on. I waited and waited and a young woman came to the window and summoned me to the back. Mavis and Kenny were coming out the back room and she had stated loudly, "I'm not doing one bit of paperwork on it." He quietly said, "You won't have to." Not to state a fact, but to appease her. He seem tussled and worn, and I immediately thought they were either having some kind of sex or he was really tired, to be so disheveled. He ushered me into a conference room, we went over the contract and I left. Kenny made no reference to anything about Mavis, what she said or her nasty disposition that is real, today. I had court and didn't want to drive, because my plate was wrong, because I didn't have insurance, license and hadn't transferred the plate from the Cutlass "Dope Ride" to my new Tempo. I just took it off the Cutlass and put it on the Tempo. He didn't really want to, but he drove. The next time, the hunting judge time, my sister took me. The last time, I just drove, because Mavis called his wife and told her that we were on our way back to the office.

When we got to Huron and Palmer, his wife was waiting for us at the corner. He whispered, "There she goes." He turned onto Palmer, and his side was on her driver's side and he asked, "What, you need the car?" She looked up at him like he was caught. I was wondering if she and Mavis had a contract to share him, or did she just have her "snowed" that good. Everyone knows that lawyers have sex with their secretaries. My uncle, a lawyer, has a child with one of his. I wondered, too, how she knew we were coming,. Maybe the police or a friend at Waterford courts told her. I know the Peters' sisters are deep in the corruption in Pontiac. Melissa Peters is a pimping deputy, I know, because she keeps being promoted in the Annex. Nobody is promoted down there, without having to do with the prostitution ring. That's why I got so much help when I was there. There are very good deputies that work there that should be promoted, but because they aren't in the ring, they go unpromoted. That's the reason so many want out the Annex and out of being a turn-key. So, Mavis calls Kenny's wife and puts her onto me, when it's her she has to be worried about? The next time I met with him and we were alone in his office, his son was out in the hub talking to Mavis and the other women that worked for the other attorneys. I was so angry, because unlike her, I don't mess with people husbands. I don't understand why his wife doesn't know, it's been 25-years and Mavis doesn't have a husband. Is she a loser or what? I would be asking a woman that doesn't have a man about it, if I was his wife. Maybe she knows and doesn't care. 

She has never even been married! How can everybody not know she and Kenny are in a relationship? I call him today, to ask about what Lt. Ford said and he can only talk a few minutes. Now, it's not just that I'm attractive, but her pimping sister that she's trying to protect. I forgot that her sister even was a lieutenant with the Oakland County Sheriff Department. This time when she asked what this was concerning, I said "The Oakland County Sheriff Department." Maybe she thought that I was going to try and sue them or something. Kenny, just as sorry as Art McClellan, hurried off the phone with some excuse about having to take another call. I don't mess with other people husband, I repeat, I don't mess with other people's husbands. Why after 20+ years Mavis is still trying to keep Kenny and me apart is beyond me. "You only see in others, what you see in yourself" and she is foul. All these years messing with that woman's husband. His wife used to work at the library at Jefferson and I would never do that to her. She is a beautiful woman. Kenny obviously loves her, because he takes good care of her and bought her that huge house on Huron and she doesn't even work. Mavis posted a picture of a house she bought in Seminole Hills. She's trying to compete with the lavishly decorated previously YWCA building. My friend visited Kenny there years ago and spoke of the home as "Beautiful". Mavis is still trying to show the home she bought on Facebook as if it is lavish. Why does she want her house to be so big? She doesn't have any children. A two-bedroom condo would suffice.

Look, I don't want to seem mean or anything, because my situation seems to be the same. Don't let his Facebook page fool you. I don't go with nobody's husband! I never have and I never will. I don't play seconds to anyone. I don't want anyone's life and I'm not a slut and I'm somebody's wife. Kenny brought his wife into Sears, gave her cash in front of me and sent her to shop, while he got his weights. She was hesitant, but left, anyway. Mavis was probably feeding her all kinds of stuff about me and Kenny can't do anything about it. Mavis knows all his secrets on the job. You know how dirty lawyers are, even if they are as good at faking innocent like Kenny, you know he has some serious skeletons and she is the ribs. He's never going to get rid of her and maybe he doesn't want to. Maybe he can't live without her. Maybe he's the type of man that needs two women. I can tell you this, I won't be one. I'm the one and only or there will be a problem. Melissa has ex-drug offenders as friends and when I called it out on Facebook, she blocked me. She has these eyes that to me, look like she has smoked "The Rock of Gibraltar", before she got to work. She wears glasses to hide them. They are always glossed over and look like she's been crying all day. She'll blame a stigmatism, but I'm going to blame crack. Who has a husband that works for GM and she has a good job and still has to get involved with prostitution? I don't know, and it's just how I see the whole thing...

Melissa Peters McClellan
Oakland County Sheriff Department