A NIGHT OF VIOLENCE AND LIES

 One day, back about ten years ago I got a mysterious phone call from a man I know. He told me that a friend that he knew in high school had died and come back to life. He whispered into the phone, "Lesley that nigga died, I went to his funeral. Now, he back in the city. This is scarier than a motherf...." I held the phone and remembered seeing people on social media who were supposed to have died, but sent me a friendship request. I look at the screen and think to myself, "I though he/she had died!" I find it rude to send a message that asks the question, "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" or "Didn't you die?" I just accept and watch their life play out before me that shouldn't exist. I remember in 2010, I began writing to elected officials about Paul McDougal beating my old best friend, Patricia Sanchez. That was the same summer that Torrie Emery chased Danielle Booth and Alesha Abernathy down the road, with McDougal "in toe". He never turned on a siren or blew his horn, he followed behind the women as Emery chased them at a high rate of speed. All the information that I am reading on the internet, today, says Emery rammed the two young women's Taurus and pushed it into the street. That'ts when it was struck by a truck and Alesha was killed on the scene. Booth was critically injured in the crash and McDougal, protected by the "Blue Wall" didn't get any punishment for not putting an end to the folly! I wrote to Alesha's cousin a long time associate, Katrina Abernathy. Katrina is dead, now, and told her all about what McDougal had done at that time, six years before. McDougal, lead detective of the case that sent me to prison was still harassing me. At the time, OCSD "turn keys" didn't even know who I was. It would be six months, before I would be charged with Val Gross and put in jail. Guilty that my messages on Facebook had gotten my friend of 40 years killed, her body riddled with cancer, I attended her funeral. I was a stranger and none of her family knew the secret I held, as I walked passed her coffin and watched her mother cry in her loss of her only daughter. All I could think was, "This is my fault!" These are the messages from 10 years ago:

I never spoke about it, again.  I later met Torrie Emery while in jail, she was sick with shame and remorse. That "crazy lady" had turned into a remorseful child. It was very hard not to, but she had a family and young children of her own, and at the time, I had no idea the police was reading my messages on Facebook. They even read my text messages. My brother almost died back in March and still cannot walk without a cane, I had a stroke and my nephew is dead. That should prove to me to be a warning, but I've learned from the past that your silence is a submission to your death. If you don't tell what you know, once they feel you are a threat, they kill you. Before you can tell the authorities what you know, might know or think you know. After my nephews funeral, I called the police ans told them what I felt. Even if it was just my suspicion dying without them knowing what I knew or thought I knew, would let the killers have another day to kill and that in my opinion was unacceptable. When I was finished doing that, I filed several complaints against the OCSD from 2010-15. I spoke with a crooked lawyer that told me that the statue of limitation has run out on my case. I could file a lawsuit against the Sheriff. I wonder what law the Larry Nassar woman sued under. Probably the one that said sex crimes has no statue of limitations. These are the kind of people I've been dealing with. These are the people lying on Torrie Emery and giving her 15-years for murder, when what she did was "Manslaughter", because that young woman drove off into traffic trying to get away. Emery never rammed her car! It was "Involuntary", too, because there was no physical contact with a car, a fist or anything that could cause her death. It was six years at the most. Emery has been down now, 10-years. Racism, and privilege. I got 18 months to 5 years for wanting to marry a White man, I've known practically my entire life.With an education and military service I got 90-days MAX for a high felony, "Aggravated Stalking," but just like the lesser sentences prostitutes get for giving blow jobs through a food slot, I got more for not knowing my place. Emery got hers for killing a White woman. Oakland County sucks, and not electing Dave Coulter and Karen McDonald, it will be more of the same for us.

Just like McDougal playing on the White women racist opinion about my declaration of love for Steve Wittebort, Oakland County Black Captain and Lieutenant are playing on Black folk and violence. I wrote to both Ewing and Ford about McDougal. Pontiac and the "Sweeps" done on Baldwin are the main source for the prostitutes they get in Oakland County Jail (OCJ). I'm hitting Both Ewing and Ford where it hurts. Ford called me to the Pontiac Sub-Station to tell me that he was going to investigate my claim that McDougal had beat his girlfriend. Not only did he beat her, but she lied and said he was a great father and boyfriend, when he was actually lousy at both. All Ford cared about is McDougal's demotion from detective to patrolman. No care for the scars of Sanchez or the years I lost in prison and jail. When I was complaining, I gave the OCSD the letters I wrote to Ewing and Ford. Now, we have had the worst week in this city in a long time. Three men were supposedly shot to death, and they shot three little girls on yesterday. Like 10-years ago, when Paul McDougal allowed two women to be plummeted by a truck. Three little girls have been hurt to cover their folly and illegal activity. They even had a rally for the three men that were supposed to have died in gun fire, with Kermit Williams, City Council President having a cousin among the men. Well, I want a DNA test. Because, I watched the mayor's speech and it had been written for her. Knowing that I had been complaining, and the Facebook Murder happened soon after my complaint, I knew this was more of the same. The men that shot those girls didn't care, just shot blindly into a home, and could have killed everyone in the house. Al to cover up illegal activity by the sheriff's department, in our city.

Michael Bouchard was with Kermit Williams, yesterday, but did not stand with the Mayor. It would have been ideal. We needed to show Black Unity. Instead, he did a Facebook video alone, in his car. He wants to be Mayor, at this point and really wants control of the cannabis in Pontiac. There is a lot of money in the industry. Pontiac is opening 40-50 business in the city over the next few years. If he and Randy Carter can get it right, they could become rich men through bribes from pushing the applications through. Colorado has a $1.75 billion in profits in 2019 (Tiney, 2020). If Pontiac makes a small fraction of that, Williams could be rich in no time. He's trying to pull away and be on his own. This way, he can set himself up for a run in 2021. I asked him in a post on the video on Facebook, why he didn't stand with the Mayor and was doing his own thing? I got no reply. The ole "Fish in the barrel" thing strikes again in our community.

These burst of violence in the Black community are staged, by other Black officials that are involved in criminal activity in this city. Children are now being used in the corruption. These men and women have no cares about anyone, but themselves and can careless about the people in the cross-fire. All those men who were supposed to have died, were probably drug dealers, who worked with the police and are off to sell drugs in other corrupt cities. There is more to this story, but I don't want to give them ammunition to put me n jail and some crooked judge holding up my life for another five or six years...

BIASEE

 So, there is this deputy that married above her rank. She hangs out at the Executive Offices when I come with my complaints. She literally thinks she runs the Annex, and it seems now she's gotten out the Annex and is on patrol. There are so many deputies that get zero accolades, no matter what they do, and how hard they work. Pimps are always promoted over everyone else. That way they can keep making their money. When you go out on patrol, it becomes your job to bring the prostitutes into the jail. Biasee, I call her "The Skunk Lady". She dyes her hair platinum blonde and the back just at her nape black. Similar to Cruella DeVille. She's no more than a ten and a nice ten with some hips and some booty. The women that like other women, call her name when she would come in the pod. She was well acquainted with the ways of the jail. The women can get an inmate and take care of them, too. Leveski, Lesseski and who is now married and is someone else, liked Lisa ads would ask her if she, wanted bread sticks. Lisa would stop scream just long enough to say calmly, "Bread sticks? you have bread sticks?" Biasee came to my door with a roll of toilet paper. You see the women in OCJ are just as bad as the men. That was the time that I couldn't get a roll or a broom to clean my cell. Beane wagged his little hot dog penis at me, and Biasee comes wagging her tongue, with the "ass paper" in hand. I needed it, but instead of letting her in, I cussed her out! She was dumbfounded and "Nance" told her that's what I did and I didn't know how to cooperate. She went back to the Bubble and watched as I cussed out "Nance". Biasee is a ditsy broad. She's not a real cop, but a person that needed a good job and Oakland County is famous for giving White people good jobs. Whereas, a Black person can't work there with a degree. 

She thinks she's special, because who her husband is. Just like Deena Centafonti. In reality, she is no better than the Trustees living in the Trustee pod. They have sex with Sergeants ans Lieutenants, too. They just lie around all day watching television and waiting for "Hot Food" Biasee  works everyday. Due to her husbands position, she can move throughout the jail as she will. She probably makes her rounds in the Annex every so often. That way she can get the cat-calls and dog-whistles from the "regulars. We had a little misunderstanding once. She seemed to accept my explanation, but somehow she thought she was entitled to one, and she got one, before we got to the tunnels. She doesn't throw her weight around, it's just the facts and everybody just knows she's in control. I don't even know who her spouse is, but he is up there. zhe doesn't have to ever visit the Trustee pod with "Skunk Lady" around. If she is doing both men and women, she's a little freak. He probably can't keep up. This is what you deal with in OCJ, but I wasn't an employee ans didn't car who her husband is or was.

GARZA

 I went to prison on December 17, 2004. I was picked up on my probation violation on November 9, 2004. For 36-days I was stuck in Max. Well, for the fist 20-days, I was stuck in MAX. There was this little Hispanic deputy named Garza. Garza is about five feet three. He has smokey blue eyes, sun-kissed skin and blonde hair. Yes, he suffers from Napoleonic Complex. He ran both sides of MAX.  Every was afraid when those big blue eyes turned angry and very few people had the nerve to say anything contrary to what he had to say. The women also fell into place. They had to put up with me for the mean time. They hid the idea I wasn't a real inmate. I wasn't going to prostitute and I wasn't having sex with my bunky. The way it goes, the women send up the red flag about who and who wasn't participating. The women never let it show, because they wanted me to see Garza in all his glory. He walked through the pod and looked at me and whispered to his favorite. A woman that had been involved in robbing check cashing stores with her husband and his brother. She spent most of her time moving from room-to-room with different women. To really get on the deputies good side, you did stuff like that and they were secure. Secure in the idea you were good with their way of running the pod like a like a "same sex whorehouse", with some of the women doing them on command. He liked her for both things. She kept him off me, one, because it was her job ans two, she thought I was cute. When it was time for me to go and Garza gave her the cue, she went right to work.

I was on the second floor, just under the mezzanine was her best buddy. She stood at their door and giggled. We were supposed to be locked down, but in MAX the women did what they wanted. In fact, a woman had just went to the shower. I was trying to sleep, but that chick kept giggling. I came out of my door that wasn't locked and said quietly, "I wished that dumb b*tch would shut-up" She ran to the window and started saying something pointing to my cell. I lay down, because she had suddenly became quiet. In about five-minutes, a Sergeant, or a deputy that wore Sergeant stripes, a woman and Garza were in my cell. "Who's up here talking sh*t and running off st the mouth. I stood up and said, "I'm trying to sleep! Why are you in my cell? She was the one disturbing the peace!" "Because your the one calling names!" He yelled in my face. I knew why he was in my cell. Garza wanted me gone. "Ya'll just messing with me!' "Who is bothering you. I got a call from the deputy that someone was hollering and calling names!" He was still yelling at me. The woman just stood there and Garza had a smirk on his face. At that moment, the woman in the shower stepped away from the nozzle and answered his question.

"It was Garza!" He was downstairs talking to her, before she started laughing. She knew she was trying to sleep." She pointed at Garza, "It was Garza!" His smirk turned to worry. The so-called Sergeant looked at me, and I was as shocked as Garza. He pointed to my cell and ordered me to pack up my stuff. I was mumbling some pretty mean words, but I knew where I was going and I was glad. The place I was the last time in a room by myself. Garza had other plans. He threw me in with a paranoid schzo that went crazy the next day. I understood his smirk as they locked me in with her and he went down the stairs. The room was filthy. She had a million cups, "bag nasties", bologna, a juice and a piece of fruit, pill cups ans just stuff all over the desk. I lay there frozen on my bed. I didn't know how I would survive. I wanted to go back across 29, but I knew I couldn't without doing what Garza wanted. I was trapped, because, I wasn't doing that! At the time, I thought it was having sex with a woman. Namely, the one that sent me over there; his favorite! He had already taken Rhonda to the "Come f*ck me cell." She saw me walk in the door and at at her food slot calling my name with her eyes glossy, like she had been smoking crack. Now, I know she had been. I got the bubble gut misery, and finally fell asleep. The next morning, they let me out early. I went down, got on the phone and started watching television. Suddenly my insane bunky walked out. "She stole my stuff!!!" She was pointed down at me. I just looked at her. I wasn't used to jail at this time and was sorely afraid to open my mouth. She continued to rant and rage, and I kept watching T.V. Then a deputy finally came in. He looked at me like, "You not going to yell back?" I just act like neither of them were there. She was still yelling I took her stuff. He called me upstairs and I went. He asked if I stole her stuff. I told him that I threw away some cups and a few "bag nasties". He tried to get  a rise out of me and started yelling, "Why'd you touch anything that belongs to her!" I moved into the cell and pointed at the desk. "I need some room for my stuff! That "bag nasty" had a rotten apple in it and I cleared the cups to put my stuff down! Look at this place!!! IT IS FILTHY!!!" He looked at the space and pointed to the door and ordered me out. 

I went back downstairs ans waited. "Get your stuff! You're moving!" I called from downstairs. "There is no place for her to go! The only room is ice cold down the way" Garza wanted to put me in there, but the female deputy wouldn't let him. I think she knew his ways. She was yelling, again, "Why I gotta move, she moved over here, she's the troublemaker! She moved from next door! She's the troublemaker!!!

Shut up and get your stuff! He was yelling at her now. She stormed to the cold room yelling at me all the way. I was smiling. I was so happy, she was getting out of MY room. My "walk" was over. I went upstairs as soon as he shut her door. He stood at my door and as I squeezed by he said, "Clean this up!" I looked at him, in a famous Black girl smirk and asked, "Can I stay out longer?" "Yeah" He nodded, still in  disbelief about how nasty the room was. "You have 10 minutes to clean this up! I'll call the Trustees. They came with mops and brooms and brought me new bedding, and glad I had made it. They said she had "Chewed up and spit out three others." I gave the cell a thorough cleansing and it took more like 30-minutes. Garza came in at three and looked in, amazed. "Where'd the other girl go?" I looked up with a smile. "She went to the cold room. He looked down the mezzanine and was even more amazed. The guy with him said something about him losing his touch. No one was scared of him anymore. He said, "That's okay, I'll be on the road soon." He had lost me, and that guy that morning had defied his wishes. He had it all set-up to cause me misery. People like him get exactly what they want. he was on patrol for about 10-years when I got back in 2013. A woman had said,  He was an a-hole. The woman that called him out from the shower was in DISCIPLINE the next day. Some new woman from New Arrest tried to jump on her during a card game. That's the regular routine. 

I Learned from the Best

 

Dallas Jordan-King

Now, you must understand. When I first heard about this I was wondering. Wondering if this guy has anything to do with the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). When I went to jail in 2002. There was a woman that went to Southfield for a couple of nights. I asked the logical question, "How does she live in the Southfield jail? It became clear to me that these women were being sent out to prostitute. Only after I discover they were selling women out the Oakland County Jail. Amy Burdette, a woman that got a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI), instead of her LIFE sentence for Open-Murder. She lived naked in one of the bam-bam rooms, and would disappear on occasion and stay gone for two or three days. So, I am aware that the women are bartered outside the jail. Where they went I have no idea. I know the five "Queens" of the Forensic Center came back one morning smelling like liquor and cigarette smoke. That place is like a fortress, and it took some skills to get all five out without sounding an alarm. All you really need is Security to look the other way and a door without a camera pointing at them. That's easy enough, when everyone is in on the scheme.

In 2013, I went back to jail after the acquittal I received just five months before. There was a bust in Southfield with three men and one woman. As soon as the woman's picture appeared on the television screen the women started to yell, "That's..." She was light skinned with this dyed blond hair. I can't find her. All the women in the pod knew who she was and said that she was a regular in the OCJ. She's probably not in prison and they deleted all Google searches concerning her. They have control of the internet and searches, too. They put information on the internet that causes me to panic or think I'm dying. Wrong phone numbers, names and information location. That woman disappearing is nothing to them. It seems to me that they are grooming inmates to become pimps and take their business to the street. I just don't understand why they use hotels in jurisdictions that aren't OCSD jurisdiction. It seems to me this young man is good at his game. The deputies aren't as persuasive. But they don't have to be, they have lighter sentences, free food and and other whores to manipulate and harass you. 

It is kinda tough out there for the deputies. COVID-19 has tricks in the house and whores off the street. They are probably turning to their alternative methods to make money. Like the "Sober House" that was featured on Fox 2 News. Being ran by Shawna Thomas, Reynolds or whatever she's calling herself these days.  Ms. Thomas and I never got along. I refused to have homosexual sex. I also think she was interested in me personally. Just like the young woman featured in Taryn Asher's report. It seems that they have their hands in quite a few dealings these days. They are trying to make up for the COVID-19 lockdown. It seems that they are starting to get sloppy. At this time, they are gearing up for "Back-to-School. Kids in college, two or three insurance payments. Their children have become accustomed to nice things and a plentiful lifestyle. COVID-19 shut all that down. I haven't seen one whore on Baldwin, especially with a mask. 

Susie Q

This is a tough one, but I know these men and women well. My theory of Susie Zhoa is the deputies wanted her to work for them. Many of the deputies become really close with inmates. Jeffery Morris is a homeless man. Or maybe she works for a deputy. And just got a bad trick. Why would a woman of her caliber go out on a date with a bum? An ugly bum at that. My first intuition is Susie was a prostitute. I know that many people will be angry that I spoke ill of the dead, but she is dead for bad choices. Why would she go to a hotel and have drinks with a bum? There is no other explanation. They went and got liquor at the liquor store and posted up for the night. Maybe she was broke and desperate COVID has all the casinos closed. What is a better place to pick up "johns" than a poker game? The idea that she is even playing was a reason a man's interest would be peeked. Asian women are notorious for mixing "business with pleasure."  Plus, OCJ always wants an Asian in their pool of women. My girl Lisa Y., was targeted for that reason. Lake Orion police loved to take her to jail, because she was bipolar it was easy, She legitimately tortured the citizens of the town. 

Susie was strong and highly independent and wanted to do things her way. Any woman that can sit at a table full of men and hold her own is fierce. Where the average woman would be afraid of Morris she was not. If she was, she took the less safe choice and paid for it in the end. Meeting him was easy. I know, because the "turnkeys" have been trying to find a new man forever. Even 20-years ago when I worked at Sears they were trying to get me hooked-up with a man that would get me to steal. I was never interested.They Even had my old work boyfriend come to the store to see if the flame was still burning. If an ember was dormant, ready to be reignited. Plus, remember, Morris is a sexual predator and talking women into a bad situation is what he does. He can sweet talk them to trust him and lose their life in the process. Just like most psychopaths, the women are taken off guard, and when Jekyll appears they are surprised. Many abused women say they live their lives trying to keep their partners alter ego at bay. Just think of the fear Ted Bundy's victim felt when he became their captive. He was handsome, but Morris looks like a bum. But he's old and harmless., so she thought. 

Maybe he asked her to help his friends. Being so strong and independent, she said "No" She didn't want to work for anyone and wanted to be in control over her own thing. When she refused, he reverted to his old ways. This is just a theory, but when I see her, I just can't think when Lisa befriended me, they got another Asian woman. Why would such a young beautiful woman be out with an ugly old man? Prostitution is all I could come up with. Being nice is not a choice, because she could have come to her house. If you go that far with a bum, being nice, might as well go all the way. I think you would be safer on your turf. You could have let a friend know what was going on. No, she was trying to get a little money. There is shame in turning "tricks" her friends don't seem to be the type to go out with old men. I would search Pontiac and find out if Susie worked our streets with. I bet you'll come up with an OCJ connection. That is all...

The last theory is that Morris did't do it at all and he's a patsy. I remember watching a show about conspiracies the show said that patsies have three names. It's true in Kennedy's assassination. If you ever watched the movie "JFK" the way Lee Harvey-Oswald was apprehended was crazy. He had been in a movie theater. How did they know he was at that movie theater at that moment? John Wilkes-Booth was a part of a larger conspiracy to murder two other high power government officials. This man's name is John Bernard Morris. This woman isn't a President of the United States, but her story is suspiciously odd. Odd, because why would a young beautiful woman be in a motel room with a homeless man? It doesn't make sense. Unless all the things I wrote are true. Knowing that the county police department are involved in a sex ring, I just feel in some way they are involved with either Susie or Morris.