Dre Day

This is Andre Ewing. This is who Mike Bouchard is going to try and blame all his pimping woes on. When the truth is that the men running the prostitution ring are all White. The men running the Oakland County Sheriff's Department all are White. The women that they pimp out of the jail are a mix of shades, colors and nationalities. If you've read my book, know that the women in that book are not all Black women. Yet, the men running them are mostly White men. It's exactly the make up of the Oakland County workforce. Only they cheat on test and get people in there they want and then promote them at will. That's why I had people who helped me in there. You have a whole bunch of privileged White men and women, angry, because they are being left behind in assignments, that help you get promotions, on promotions that you are being left out of, because of the process, that leads to disgruntle workers that help the FBI bring you down. You see, I would lie in my bed and wait to see who makes the first round, and I would know how my day, afternoon and night would go. We all did, because every inmate had their favorite deputy. I told my uncle that he would have a more agreeable son, after he did his ferderal bid. With the officers, deputies and people watching over you, you never know what your going to get, and must always proceed with caution. Oakland County Sheriffs are no different. Plus, most of them feel they have privilege from being a part of the racket or just for being White. You got to check what combination of attitude you're getting in a day. Certain people are just plain ole mean, some don't care for their jobs and others are trying to move up the ladder, quicker than the others.

I can just imagine Major Ewing being a Black man went up the ladder the right way. There was a group od deputies that got in under Frank Russell's reign, God rest his soul, he did his best. Those who were chosen, because they were his friends or lived around the corner. That door closed quickly and many of those were the last to be hired in a Black cluster the way they were. Many Blacks who work there got a pretty good test score and can move up faster than others. Most are quiet and somewhat submissive. They can take the kind of subliminal racism you get in the North. Major Ewing is one of those types. He doesn't have to say anything if it's not necessary. He weighs in his mind, first, if he needs to say something about a situation or event. Most of the time his conclusion is that words aren't needed in this particular situation. Day-before-yesterday, I heard his voice, him speaking, in very lengthy sentences. He was defendind his integrity. People were saying that he should do more about those children being left in filth and garbage on Francis street. He told the news there were only selected steps the police can take in these matters. One, a welfare check, as in Kelli Bryants case or someone calling the police to come out. He can't just have deputies go knocking on doors and asking, "Are there kids living here in filth and squalor here?" We must agree that 90% of police work is done after a crime has already been committed. It would be impossible to know when or if a crime is going to be committed. A Personal Protection Order (PPO) is one way the justice system tries to halt a crime before it is committed. We know that men and women are still being victimized, assaulted and murdered by their spouses. So, why is Major Ewing on television defending his job and actions in this crime? Where is CPS? They are the ones that dropped the ball. Due to what I said in my last blog, Mike is in deep mess, and he needs someone to blame for the greed, racketeering and crimes of his deputies. These crimes of squalor and cat-doo are happening in Pontiac. We'll blame Ewing for it all! I say, "God forbid", we can't blame an innocent man, when crimes like these are not preventable!

I lived in a unit with Jennifer Kookula in 2008. I will make you remember her. She was the young mother that killed her daughters while in a psychotic break. She is schzophrenic. Her children were beloved in her trailer park community. In fact, her family sent pictures of the kid's bench the people of the trailer park community made in honor of the girls, just inside the entry to the park. Jennifer killed those two girls while in a psychotic state and the cat and hung the cat up in the closet. Not one time did I hear anyone call for the police to be punished in that case. Jennifer is pretty messed up. She needs to be on her medicine at all times. With people like her constant supervision is needed. A phone call everyday and a phone call every night, but who knew? After she murders those two little girls, her family became very attentive to her needs. Sending her money to buy TV's and a walkman and stuff in prison. It was too late then. Nobody ever blamed the police, the people in the trailer park, but they did blame her family. I can say they needed to check on her, instead of being ashamed of her condition. I can tell you how sick Jennifer is. People like her, can break out of the hold of their medication and become psychotic regardless. Even if they never miss a dose of medication. She cried for five days while in the Residential Treatment Program (RTP). This is the unit you go to when they can't trust you'll go to MED call, because they can't trust what you'll do if you don't get your medication. I mean she cried and cried. A deep bellowing cry that came from the bottom of her soul, and she did it from Thursday evening, until Monday morning when the doctor got in. I lived right next to the "Observation Room" they put her in. I was so mad, because I couldn't get any sleep! Who knew she would do that? Nobody knew she would murder her girls. Who can blame anyone for her crimes; Nobody. Just like Major Ewing can't be blamed for a woman's irresponsible acts. That is unless we find out she was engaging in sex acts for money for members of the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD). Then we can blame the OCSD and Mike. I believe she was and I believe they are trying to make Major Ewing their scapegoat. I can tell you this, Ewing isn't prostituting anyone from the jail's clinic. Black folk know better.

Major Ewing is not a fool. I know three that are, but Major Ewing isn't one of them. I thought that they put him in the position, because a Black community should be looked over by a Black man. It's not that. Out of the communities run by OCSD only Pontiac is given a "bum wrap". "They", meaning White folk, look out for each other. They are family. Ole Mike wanted Pontiac so bad. A place to dump all his trash and help the rest of Oakland County stay clean, the White parts. Don't get me wrong, we do commit crimes, but no more than any other Black community in America. Remember, there are more of you than us! Mike looks out for his fellow White family, and that's why prostitution has taken over Oakland County, drugs and stealing. The Trustee Pod is full of pretty White girls from the suburbs. They get ice everyday, Hot Food on a regular, have sex with the deputies and smoke crack at will. Garry Jackson had no business going to prison for something they do, everyday. Honestly, I don't believe that story! They have sex parties in the gym every last pay of the month. so, they can party with their "free check". Now, Payne has taken the show on the road. Instead of just having Lisa to sing, "Me so horny", they have a fleet of Asian women working massage parlors across Oakland County. they have expanded horizonally, and have sex spots all across Oakland County and now we know Washtenaw, county, too. Unless they just lied to put prostitution on their lap, too. You got to watch, "White Cracker Bread", hiding their sins behind Black folk! Mike took a car from a drug bust and made it the "Sheriff's" car. You know they say that cops and criminals are very much alike. That's why Mike wanted that car, he's a King Pin. Running the biggest criminal Enteprise in Michigan and trying to blame it on Black folk. I'm shaking my head. Good Luck, Major Ewing...and God Bless you.

Bouchard is turning drug dealers cars into his own, Mike Bouchard needs to see about them women and men being used and abused; Investigate...

Ecclesiastes 7:25 Source: https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/Ecclesiastes/7/25

And Another Ones...Left in Squalor

I’m going to ask you; how many times do I have to tell you that Oakland County is one of the biggest whorehouses? I spent the entire summer, roaming from hotel to hotel, trying to find a place to stay where I’m not harassed to prostitute. I was not successful. Everyone of them, especially in Auburn Hills, needed me to prostitute, I am not a prostitute! fighting everyday to get some kind of reparations for the way I was treated this summer. Then today, I’m watching television and there are three more kids living in squalor in Pontiac, on Francis street. This time, however, there are no tales of feet on grass and cellphones. No, this woman was in Ann Arbor, and Washtenaw County. I think she was moved there after my rounds in Oakland County. As Jackson said, there are 23 hotels in Auburn Hills. There are plenty of rooms to work. More than enough that someone should be moved to Ann Arbor. I told you in Southfield they know who I am. If that woman would have been in a hotel I was in, I would have run into her on purpose.

The women know me and I’m either a threat or savior. I don’t mind being either. Kelli Bryant worked at UWM over there off MLK. She was more than likely a “turning tricks” during lunch or all day long. I had an interview with them today. I guess I dodged another bullet. They were turning tricks at the Pro Desk at Home Depot. A young woman from a good family, who had got turned out on cocaine was running girls out the store. I got a job at Tropical Smoothie Café in Auburn Hills last week. The young man hired me after a brief interview and a whopped up young Black woman was late and pooped her mouth and gave Gage P. the funkiest look. Safe to say, after being hired he never called me again. For me that means they were “turning tricks” out of the Tropical Smoothie Café.

This is the beginning of a new series for me. They said her name, but I need more. I want to see a picture of her. Ole Mike has been on the news stuttering and stuff. Knowing it’s leading to his deputies. When I was in jail, I wrote several Senators and Representatives. The only one that wrote me back was Vincent Gregory, who later ran for Oakland County Sherriff. He’s a Black man, they put up signs referring to “Our Sheriff". Seemed racist to me. I'm glad he didn't win. He would be left with Mikes mess. Now Mike got to clean up his own mess. I wouldn't want to be Mike right now. When the mother got bond, she started sreaming at the magistrate, and cussing and stuff. She wanted to stay in jail to "f*ck down" those charges. Kelli Bryant messed it up for everybody. They don't want this woman in jail, because I'll be watching. She'll be out in a few months. They'll put her in front of a judge that belongs to them, drop her bond and get a bailsbondmen that also works for them. That is, after she has "f*cked her charges down" They say I'm crazy, but nobody has ever said I was insane, but the State.

These men and women run the State. I get $23 dollars worth of foodstamps every month. This is the third time the shorted me in the 16 years I've been out of prison. I wonder if McKnight is still down there. She's going to work her to death. She's a female deputy, who always tried to scare me with a mean mug, and I would look at her like, "B*tch, I'll kick your a$$". They have to do what this new one says or else she can open up her mouth and make everything I say come true! Any one of them can open up their mouths and say it's not true. It's still a lot of them out there, too. I wouldn't be surprise that in a month they'll be a another set of Black kids living in filth. We ain't seen no White ones, yet! We aren't worthy of going to our grandparents or parents. You see...But, she was under investigation by CPS, and nothing was done! NOTHING! They had two mother's on the news talking about those kids in the street at all hours of the night, you know they told CPS. CPS were told to ignore the situation. It's coming up on Christmas, they need their money. Their kids are used to the best at OCJ.

They run the State that's why the girl had to call the police. CPS wasn't coming!It's a shame those kids have to live that way. They don't get taken care of properly, I don't get my Unemplotment, and taxes. I"m telling you they got the entire State system wrapped up. I've asked i I don't know why, they are allowed to get away with it. I guess sometimes you got to let people hang themselve, because this time they went a whole other route and the kids called the police to save themselves. Calling about a break in? That's a lie she made up to stop her mother from beating her! They got to stop letting these people go. Women are getting away with murder, Amy, Sarah and Alice did! That guy in Shelby Township that killed those two men, already got his hair braided. He posted up for his season. He know he ain't going no where. I was thinking about Kelli Bryant just the other day. They let it linger for months or years like the girl that killed her baby by putting her in scolding hot water. I was thinking, "Nobody has mentioned Kelli Bryant in a while, let me repost her blogs, so it can put her back into peoples rememberance. God had a ram in the bush. Another woman who has been to Oakland County Jail, who is now abandoning her children and going God knows where. Jesus take the wheel...

"And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands on them."

Mark 13:1-6

While I was thinking and praying on it, he was working it out! Amen?

Unemployment Blues 2

Left without any money, I could only stay in the Auburn Hills Extended Stay for about a month. It was the same ole mess, with this time a young couple was interested in me. When they see you leave, you're bound to return and for the first couple of weeks this couple would always be at the door I used. They'd have all the doors open on their car, he would be leaned back in the seat enjoying a blunt or a beer. Unlike Miss Tina she didn't go aroun sniffing in the cracks of doors if she smelled weed. The woman paid more attention to me than the dude, but I wasn't interested in a threesome. I was plain old not interested. I needed more than just money from a one night stand. I needed money for a month's stay at the hotel, money to get my car fixed, the man ar the auto shop across the street from the scool had did some kind of air compression test an put a hole in my radiator. The were cheats that one time tried to get me to buy a suction device to get all the oil out of my oil tank. Now, they put a hole in my radiator that didn't have a hole in it when he got it. They say the pecking order with mechanics is 1. White men 2. Black men 3. White women and 4. Black women. Going alone caused me uncertain doom, but I had no idea, I would be last on the pecking list.

Unemployment Blues

On April 2, 2025, the State opened up unemployment. I found out about it in July. It was early July, but it was still three months, before I found out. I don't know if they sent the letter to the Mainstay in Auburn Hills or not. I know the mafia was in Jades ear, because she was telling me things about me I hadn't told her. The one thing that she told me that if I spoke to my boyfriend I was going to prison. I think she was stealing or not giving me my mail. Amber, the assistant manager knew where she hid it and on Jade's days off would give me all my mail. I guess she knew that someone knew her hiding place and found her hiding place and found a new one. They, the mafia, always lie to their imphs and play down my status. Likr telling people that I stalked my man, and that he can't see or talk to me. I'm surprised she had the nerve to keep stealing my mail. I've found that criminals are stupid. I mean I learned that in prison, listening to the stories about how they came to be in prison. The people in the hotels were real stupid. They had the police in their ear and felt they were untouchable. If a pretty woman, who refused to sell her body for money, told you her man was in law enforcement, you will not look at the facts and not somebody telling you that if she talks to him, she's going to prison. I was unfettered in my stance and never seemed afraid. Wouldn't she ask where I got all the confidence from? Nope, not when your a crimina;. and that's why the prisons are full. They had theie confidence in other crooks, crooks that just happened to be cops, but still criminals and still stupid. She would steal my stuff, she and the albino girl.The albino girl. my housekeeper, never cleaned my room. No one elseafter that cleaned my room either. That's how closely linked these whorehouses are. Various ones stole from me, but they all entered my room when I wasn't there.

So, I was broke, busted and disgusted, and had no idea I had $844 out there waiting for me to take hold of. I had been illegally evicted by Miss Tina looking me in my face saying the words, "You are no longer wanted here, Please pack your things and go". She put her hands together and like she was praying and that was the legal way to evict someone who has lived on your property 150-days. This from a woman who had come to my door and told me how much she respected me. A Black woman that had been pimping so long, a Black woman living in a hotel that didn't prostitute, was a forign idea in her mind. We were all whores, and that's what I got the entire summer. "Who do you think you are? Black women are whores. What's wrong with you? Do you think you're special?" The answer was alwat "Yes" Their counter was always, "Get out!" I was running out of money. All my credit cards were maxxed out, and I was going to my mother to fill in the gaps. Not giving me that letter from unemployment, they felt they had me cornered. I had left there and went to an Extended Stay in Auburn Hills. It was the same mess, just a different look. Johnson had told me there were 23 hotel in Auburn Hills and they had the same playbook they took the harassment from. Deactivating key cards, coming in your room while you're out and stealing. That's where I lost my cellphone that had my apartment's pictures on it. For some reason, I had linked my phone to my laptop and all those videos and pictures are on my laptop. My landlord might think he and the mafia had the only set, but not only on my FB page, but on my laptop. See:

My unemployment money would come in handy at this point to find a new place to live. They talked loud outside my door, like the women in prison trying to make you bulldag. They threw trash in front of my door:

One morning I woke up and there was a woman saying there was trash at my door. The manager instructed me on where to put my trash, I simply replied, "That wasn't my trash". I stayed a month and left after I truly had no money. I had a lamb in the bush.

The Mainstay Auburn Hills

I went to live at the Mainstay Auburn Hills on January 5, 2025. I was the beginning of a year, but not new things. I had lost my job I had been working for three years and four months. I was in the middle of an appeal of an eviction, and the apartment that I was fighting for was an icebox. I woke up each morning and my nose was sweating. I would wrap myself in my comforter as tight as I could, but it didn't help. I was freezing and I had to do something or freeze to death. That Sunday I made a two week reservation at the Mainstay. I put the stay on my American Express. It was at it's limit, it was the first time I had to "Rob Peter to pay Paul". I took half of the money I had in my checking account and pay my American Express down in order to use it to pay my bill. This way, with the other half to eat for those two weeks. I used all my credit cards and their remaining balances to pay my rent after that. My two Quick Silver cards that were once Walmart cards saved me come March, then my taxes. An aquaintence from junior high did my taxes and my Federal taxes carried me into late spring and then there was my mother who carried me the rest of those weeks and I'm eternally grateful for. So, I checked in. There were young men in the lobby and one was so angry with me. I guess he had been tricked into tricking and resented me for resisting the "powers that be" and not allowing myself to be sold for money. He made his snide remark and like the roach he is scurried down the hall that I know now was towards the elevator. I checked in with the young woman with crayon red hair and the ghetto attitude, put my things across my back with the strap and headed to room #317. That number in the Dream Book meant Johnny. That's my father's name and my brother's name, since he is a junior. I settled it at that moment that was where I was supposed to be.

The Kid

There was a young woman there who was young. I never asked here her age or name. She must have been 15 years old, if I had to guess. She was mixed with Black and White she said. Every time I left my room, there she was, always mimicking something about me. She acted as if she was my clone, but this youn woman was beautiful. With the exception of her crooked bottom teeth she was perfect. Her hair was long and lavish. I asked her out of curiosity, which parent was Black and which was White. She said her mother was White and her Dad was Black. I asked her, because she was always with a older White woman, if that was her mother. Can you believe she she asked me, "Which one?" Her mother wasn't there. Her mother probably didn't know where she was. Once, she came downstairs with a laptop, like I sit and type in my room, only she was waiting for men to pick her up. When I continued to live there a few months, the men dried up. The mafia decided I wasn't going to be prostituting any time soon. I still had a place to stay. She actually got angry with me. When she, her pimp, who was stalking me, and the old dried up mother left, she wasn't being friendly. I was on my way out at the end of her stay, she stood in the group of prostitutes and was making a speech about leaving. She talked about how things had changed and they were leaving. I wanted to talk to her and tell her that she was special and she didn't need to sell herself, and that she could never turn me out, she was just a child. I was never there to prostitute. When Jesus shows up-Me, things will change, but I let her go. Oh, I called the child Trafficking number. The woman on the other end knew nothing would come of it. I think she intentionally told me someone would call me, because she knew no one would and that girl is out there "blowing in the wind". She doesn't even know she's lost...

Jade

In these days, women use cashapp to get paid for turning a trick. A man came in the laundry room telling me, "It's amazing how quickly you can transfer money. These washers get the money to do a load in five seconds of you touching a button on your phone. So, now they get paid through cashapp for smelling all those dirty dicks. I got "hit on" so many times in that hotel. Jade was the madam, and worked the front desk. She was a dyke and I believe she was having sex with Miss Tina the Manager. Miss Tins wouldn't go against Jade for nothing. Jade thought I believed that she was my friend. She would try and get me to talk to her and tell me everything. When the police finally showed up, all she could say is that I was evicted. She doesn't say illegally evicted, just that I was evicted. Just like a bitch to tell half the story. I came back from getting my stuff out the bottom of the attrium at my place, she thought she had me. Since the men were hitting on me, I know they were asking her about me. "Is she available?" "How much for her?" With every week end that went by, she saw money passing her by. It was the end of April when my landlord put my things out. It was May fifth when I found out they had been set out my apartment, illegally. One officer even felt sorry for me. That I didn't need, it only had me livid. One day I had come back and there was a ordinance on my door that said that I couldn't live there but 90 days, after that I had to leave. Well. it was May, and I had been there 150 days. I emailed the City Manager and he told me that I could stay until June 24, 2025. He stated that the city never meant for those hotels to be a permanent place of residency

An Ordinance v. State Law

In Michigan, guests at extended stay hotels may have limited tenant rights, but these rights depend on the length of stay and the nature of the occupancy agreement. Understanding Your Rights Classification of Occupancy: In Michigan, the legal status of a guest in an extended stay hotel can vary. Guests are typically classified as transient occupants unless they meet certain criteria that grant them tenant rights. Factors influencing this classification include the length of stay, payment arrangements, and the services provided by the hotel. 2 Tenant Rights: If a guest stays for an extended period, they may acquire tenant rights, which include the right to a formal eviction process. In many jurisdictions, including Michigan, a stay longer than 30 days can trigger these rights, requiring the hotel to follow specific legal procedures for eviction. 2 Eviction Process: If a hotel seeks to evict a guest, they must typically provide proper notice and follow the legal eviction process. This may include giving written notice of non-payment and allowing a certain period for the guest to remedy the situation before eviction proceedings can begin.

Their city ordinance reads exactly what they were saying. At first, I had no place to stay. All my things were in storage and all I had was what was in that room. Jade found it to be a perfect way to get me into prostitution, "Let me stay and I'll make you money." The women who sell themselves got free rooms, if they could have the men checking in could come to their room, and "Taking care of". I had gotten my stay extended by the City Manager, and I was living just fine. Jade just wouldn't leave me alone. Memorial Day, I made a little fire in a small grill and went out back of the hotel and made some chicken wings and country ribs. She had one of her hookers to come out there to see what I was doing. She was watching me on the camera. I got upstairs and had just finished eating when she walked up to my door and knocked. "Who is it?" I asked knowing who it was, because the hooker had saw me pulled out her phoned and texted someone, I guessed it was Jade. "You have to put that fire out". "It will go out on it's own. "No, you got to put it out. It's a fire hazzard." I called the police, and I guess he or Jade dumped water on it, but my little grill was ruined. Who was going to clean all that sluge out that grill. It woul not be me. So, I threw it away.After that encounter, I decided to look up the State law on extended stay hotels. It was like I thought, the hotels were like apartments. They were the right size and had all eminities of an apartment, a stove, dish washer, microwave an stuff. In that case, they needed to evict me after 28 days of me living there. In Michigan, due to all the homelessness, you must have cause to evict. You can no longer walk into a court of law and say, "I don;t want them on my property anymore." and evict a mother and her children. Most of the male landlords trade rent for sex, anyway. When a woman refuse or got tired of him breathing on top of her, he'd just get an eviction notice and put her out on the street. That's the same with these hotels in Oakland County. You don't only harass you. by deactivating your key card, going in your room stealing your clothes and food, to start a fight, but that illegal 90-day ordinance that doesn't trump State law to force you out. I was there for it!

J&J

My last day at the Mainstay was eventful to say the least. I went to pay my bill and Jade was there. She usually worked nights, but here it is 10 am, when it's my day to pay. She had went in my room and stole my ID. She took the stairs up and beat me to my room and stole my driver's licence. I needed something to be notarized and couldn't get it done, because of her. I hated her at that point. By stealing my card, she caused me undo stress that I didn't need. My bills weren't getting paid and I was running out of money. I can't remember how I paid for rooms upward of $1600 at times. Thanks to the mafia I still don't have my State taxes, almost eight months later. When I told her off and showed her how perturbed I was they she was ther, she ran and got Miss Tina. Miss Tina slammed my paperwork she was printing and told me to do it myself. I told her that I never had problem since I had been there. She said, "Untill now and I want you to leave, now!" All the women who work there came to the front Desk and started yelling at me at once, the one thing I could decipher is, "This is not an apartment building!" I yelled back at her,"Yes, it is and after 28-days, I became a tenant, and you have to evict me." My final words were, "And I'm going to sue you!" The police came first there was Janson by himself, telling me to leave, not knowing the law. He was sweet and actually helped me move. I was extremely out of shape and moving at the "Drop of a dime" was hard. He showed me favor and helped. But then the muscle came, Johnson who threatened to take me to jail, twice and throw my things out on the driveway. I told him a few things about myself, he scurried to his partner like the roach in life he is. Janson helped me load my car and followed me around, until I found a place to stay. Again going over and beyond his duty, but he did pack my car pretty full. I could only could see out my driver's side window. Lord, I'm so grateful for that man I wished I could tell you his name. I know now that I'm old and there really is a God...

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The Start of A Series of Lies

I’ve been homeless all summer long. The last time I was homeless I was 16 years old. My mother and I put our stuff in this police officer my father knew garage. The people that lived there rifled through our stuff stole things that were of no value to them. They left the Bible alone. The white and gold Bible given to my parents a long time ago, for a wedding present. My last landlord set my things out beneath the atrium at my old apartment. I hope it’s in all the stuff he put out there. It is invaluable. I keep saying, “My man’s little brother is going to sue him so bad!” Except, there is no amount of money that could be had that could replace that, Bible. If it’s in my stuff, I’m sending it to my sister in Oklahoma. She’s stabler than I am. It needs to stay in the family as long as it can. That’s the only thing that got me through, my faith in God is my best most reliable source for survival. I think I lost my mind once, but we’ll talk about that in this series is a few days. Each blog will be an experience of its own.

I haven’t thought the couch, mattresses, ice maker, freezer, printer, microwave or television sets, as much as I’ve thought about that Bible. It is very important to me, and to my family. When I was around 13 years old my uncle bought us a dictionary. My oldest sister took it when she left. She halfway to Muskegon and pissed the storage lady off and she sold her unit. So went the dictionary. We weren’t mad or nothing, just a little sad. That Bible has been in my family for 60+ years. We would miss that. Since I was on a mission to continue to be myself, I needed God to help me. I needed him to pull me through. I needed him… Some men were convinced that if they made it hard enough for me, I would give in and throw away the wholeness and fullness that I am and become a prostitute. They said that if I suffered enough, if I was hungry enough, if I began to hate myself enough, I would become a whore. Welp, here I am, smarter, stronger, wiser, still intact and still not a prostitute. Amen… Let the stories begin!

She is where it all began, but not this time, she is where it all ends. Thank you, Jesus!

Farmington Hills Extended Stay America

I left the Mainstay Suites at the end of June. I had a not so easy time at the Extended Stay Auburn Hills, but it was nothing like the story I’m about to tell. There was a party going on outside when I arrived outside the hotel in Farmington Hills. There was young Chaldean kids pouring beer down one another’s throat and bar-b-que and loud music. I thought there would be a dee-jay coming soon. I went to te front desk to check-in. I told the man behind the desk that I didn’t want to be near the kids outside pouring beer in each other’s mouths. I wanted to be where it was nice and quiet. A man came up and asked me how I was doing. He had two half naked women on his side. I smiled and said, ‘My mand and I are just fine!” Suddenly, this chubby guy appeared at the desk and started listing off room numbers who were now checking out.

I didn’t pay any attention, because although he had gotten a head start, it was true, when the pimps found out I was there, they would gather their women and head out. It was a thing when I appeared on the scene. It was like the police had posted up. I knew that he would be losing money “hand –over-fist”, but I also knew that he thought he could change my “good girl” ways. They all thought they could. I always remained steady, however, and never let my situation become desperate. Not so desperate I would stoop to having sex for food or room and board. I went to my room and watched television and only went out to eat. It was still busy and I wanted to stay out of the party. When I was out ab about men noticed me. Then they would ask the people at the desk was I “available”. The answer was always no, but they always hoped it would change. It never did.

Matt is the chubby guy. He’s no more than 27 or 28 years old. He’s the manager. I can just imagine he snaked somebody into their job. He was the one. He is laundering money for his cousin a drug dealer in Oakland County. He has all the game so he thinks, but Brad is going to jail. Then he is going to prison. He locked me out of my room a month ago, because I called ICE on a bunch of Mexicans who were looking to have sex with me and harassing me for no other reason than I was female. It seems that it’s not due to the color of my skin, but just because I’m capable of having sex. They had women living there, mostly Spanish, who catered to the migrant workers. They were being abused and when I saw them they were never happy. More warn than anything, and tired. No one was going to ever make me feel that way. There was a family with a kid net door and I wondered if they were selling the kid.

The overzealous Mexicans piled in the trucks every morning and went to work. They would come back dirty and wanting. When nine or ten of them acted as if they were going to rape me, I went to Farmington Hills Police who did nothing. I wrote a complaint and sent it to corporate and Matt called the police, which led to me getting locked out. The police did tell him that he couldn’t put me out and that he had to evict me. He called me, Matt and told me that it was a civil matter and that I was leaving the next day. It took him and his lying cousin four days to get me to leave the hotel. His cousin told me that he was fired and that he was the new boss, and so I left. You know like a good cop bad cop thing? Only thing is, his cousin in a snitch and works for the police! They stole my food, my jacket and tea. They are all men and all weak. One thing he said that was true, “It is a civil matter”, and I’m going to sue him in court for sexual discrimination, and get three times what I paid for this month of living.

I’ve never been so insulted in my life! Just a piece of meat. No respect, not even from the police. A female officer frisked me to see if I was wearing underwear. When I started filming the low-grade conversation we were having, she started taking pictures of my bed. They know nothing of women in hotels bur whoring. When I went back the other day to get my stuff, the police thought they were going to impound my car. I couldn’t possibly have insurance. My registration expires on Wednesday. He didn’t know that. Once I left the hotel he followed behind me and ran my plate. Clean… I guess he never met a Black woman that had car insurance, before. Black folk have it hard in Farmington Hills. They aren’t only sexist, but racist and prejudice! I’m not going back

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An Open Letter to Director Todd Lyons: Head of ICE

Dear Director Lyons:

I’ve been living in hotels since January 2025. I saw you on the national news, yesterday. I liked what you said about doing the job you were directed to do. "It's really not personal." In Oakland County the Sheriff’s Department had made the entire county one great big whorehouse. There are tons of Mexicans here. I was mad at Trump when he was separating children from their parents and stuff. I saw all those camps and gages and thought he was a bad man. My apartment had no heat. It was a cold winter this year. I got up one day, made a reservation and went to live in a nearby hotel. Auburn Hills has 23 hotels that were built specifically to cater to that guest who attended Pistons games and concerts at the Palace. Now, they have turned into ill-reputed. I am an attractive woman. The first hotel I stayed in, Mainstay Hotel and Suites, put me out to live there for five months and not participating in prostitution. First, they made up an ordinance that said that I couldn’t live in an extended stay longer than 90 days, and when I left couldn’t return for 365 days. I left there and went to another hotel about a mile away. It was pretty much the same thing. Women live in these places for free, and prostitute for the people who manage these places. They expected me to partake in illegal sexual exploit to have a place to stay and raise money.

I am a 54-year-old woman. At around 40, I was arrested and discovered that the deputies at the Oakland County Jail were selling men and women in the clinic in the jail. The men and women who bought inmates went on the county’s website and the inmate search and picked their potential sex partner from our mugshots. I say potential, because I wasn't going to participate! I was arrested for trying to make a complaint to the Chief of Police in Pontiac. That is my Constitutional Right. They give you food, and judges give lighter sentences to inmates who participate. I wasn’t going to make myself a whore when I’ve never been one, for something I didn’t do, and could do based on the law of the land. It was a serious situation for me, because I was picked on a lot. First, they sicked the women on me. Sleep deprivation and food denial. They wood feed me and the women in my POD scraps and give me less food when I began to complain about the situation. I wrote to the Governor at the time, Jennifer Granholm, my Senator and Representatives and any that were in and near Oakland County.

I was sent to the Forensic Center in Saline, Michigan. They found me Incompetent to Stand Trial. My judge, Martha Anderson, tried to badgered me in open court to accept a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity Plea (NGRI). I refused to take the plea. I was not crazy and at that time had gotten two degrees from a community college. I could assist my counsel just fine. It didn’t stop them from institutionalizing me two other times. Twice on the Chief of Police case and a third time on another bogus case that the so-called victim had got caught in a lie. A police detective I went to school with.That they had railroaded me into prison for stalking,six years before. I say railroaded, because that’s my man. I love him, and even though I didn’t know it at the time, I spent four years in prison for. A police detective doesn’t deserve time in prison, especially for something he didn’t do. I had written him seven love letters that they turned into stalking. Everyone was for my demise. It was the judge, the police, the prosecutor and my own attorney, William Cataldo. Who is now Lead Homicides Prosecutor in Macomb County, also in Michigan, one county away from Oakland. Southeastern Michigan is corrupt! Wayne County, Oakland and Macomb.

Now, what I need you to know. As the Head of ICE, there are things you should know. After leaving the second hotel in Auburn Hills, I ended up in Farmington Hills, it’s a small city in Oakland County, near the Southern point of Wayne, and Detroit. I thought that I had finally found peace. I figured with all the hotels left from the Palace being torn down, Oakland County had just set up shops like the had in the jail. Farmington Hills is 10 miles south. In a affluent part of Oakland County, near other affluent smaller cities like Southfield, West Bloomfield and Novi. I was wrong, and when my brother-in-law pulled up there was hookers at the front door, young teens pouring beer down each other’s throat and just one big party. As usual, the Oakland County Sheriff Department had told them I was coming. They follow me everywhere. They have my phone tapped and cloned and follow have people to befriend me to try and find out everything they do not know. They steal and lost me my job at Home Depot, was responsible for my landlord evicting me. The county clerks refused to file my motion, and my landlord illegally evicted me and stole all my furniture. It’s their attempt to “turn me out”, by making me homeless. And then there is the Mexicans!

At the hotels in Auburn Hills there were a few that found me attractive enough to buy from management. They’d smile and look at me for too long, but when I got to the Extended Stay America they were everywhere! The men who work here, along with the OCSD use cameras in the hotel. I know there is a camera in my room. On July 10, 2025, I went out shopping. I don’t know my way around and use my GPS to get around on my phone. I had left in in my console and went back out to get it. Somebody had to know I was leaving my room, because there was three Mexicans at the door as I walked out blocking my way to my car. Then once they moved a Black man flagged me down to ask what hotel this is. I acted as if I didn’t hear him, but he kept acting dumb, until I finally got to moving. As I looked up to leave, there was about 10 Mexicans walking towards me. I didn’t freeze that would have made me a “sitting duck”. I just walked with purpose and got to my SUV and retrieved my phone and they were almost on me. I couldn’t go back the way I had come, they had all huddled there. I went around to the front entrance and into my room.

I was raped when I was 14 years old. It was two days before my 15th birthday.I thought these men were going to gang rape me in the parking lot. I never told the building manager. To this day the management and OCSD use cameras to tell the men when I’m leaving my room, and they all gather in the lobby to gawk and see if I’ve changed my mind about prostituting. This is for a deputy who used to beat my friend 30 years ago. I guess cops have no statue of limitations on their crimes. My brother’s been home for three. If it means that he or I will have to go to prison, I'll try to keep him safe by staying away. I love my brother very much! The way they railroaded me, there is no way the couldn’t do him the same way. I don’t think it would be easy for him. My brother did 19 years; God help him if he did more time or if they had him killed. Illegal Mexicans aren’t all of it. They steal, that’s the reason they lost my job at Home Depot, in 2002, they were stealing from Sears where I worked. I saw the same cast of characters at Home Depot. It had been over 20 years.They single handedly closed that, Mall. There is nothing there now but an empty field! I’m “the one that got away”. I’ve been dealing with these people for my entire adult life.

I went to Farmington Hills Police and filed a police report. The men don’t come around anymore to work, the Farmington Hills Police drive the territory, but the ones left harass me. I think they are permanent residents that prostitute for room and board. They beat on the walls, stomp on the floor and make all kinds of noise around here. I guess they think if I go away, things can go back to the way they were. The clerk at the front desk said I shouldn’t have called ICE, “they are great guys”. Great guys who buy the women they let live here. ICE never came, anyway. They are more than likely a part of the corruption. At the time I was in jail they had one Asian woman, my girl, Lisa. Now they have massage parlors, nail shops and restaurants that cater to Asian prostitution. I’m sure all those women aren’t legal, either. Since the Mexicans are few, they’ve been hauling Indians/Asian men to sell prostitutes to. I’m not sure if they are legal, but they are low-grade men who have no respect for me, just like the Mexicans. I have an MBA now! My sister is a doctor of internal medicine. What makes any of these men think I’m a prostitute? I am a woman that uses her mind and not her body to get by. I wrote a book about my time in jail. Thank you for your time…

Lesley Stanley

"13 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2 Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3 For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. 4 For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer."

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Dear Gino Part II

"Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? 15 Or what harmony has Christ with Belial, or what has a believer in common with an unbeliever? 16 Or what agreement has the temple of God with idols?" II Corinthians 6:11-7:1

Yesterday, I penned a letter to the notorious Gino Jennings. I was a bit angry, and I’m at the point now that I have more to say, and a lot more to clarify. I think it was August 1996 that I had given my life over to God. I wasn’t running from myself; I was running from people that were seeking my soul. I was living by myself and wanted so badly to stay that way. It was hard living with my mother, and still is, so my brother says. I had made up my mind to be free of sin. No men, no stealing and no fights with other people. Here I was working in a cesspool of thieves. I was there for three months and was promoted, with keys to the money. I chose to stay clean. I had just had another one of my pregnancies. I was not going back. My sex partner at the time, baby mama was having his third child, and I didn’t know then what was wrong with me, and I had tried celibacy for the second time, and it hadn’t worked, because I hadn’t discovered the God in me, yet.

The monsters, the flesh-eating money grabbing drug addicts were pouncing on me so hard some days that I never knew what to do. Do I go to work, or do I stay home? Most days I went to work. It was all I could do to not lose my little two room space. It was my sanctuary. No fighting, no arguing, just peace. I had to work to keep my peace. Only it got so hard to decide some days and “to go” got harder and harder. So, what I did was get tougher and tougher. It was August when I had finally had enough. I don’t remember what the last straw was, but I’d had enough and walked out and left my apron laid out in the parking lot. It was over. I called to get my job back, but it was too much, the idea that I had walked out, leaving my apron in the parking lot. It was a precursor to Home Depot. I was much better in 2024 then I was in 1996. I went home and sulked for a couple of weeks and one Saturday wrote in my diary, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m going to church tomorrow and find out!”

I went to church and found out that I needed God and joined the last Sunday of August. I was baptized on the first Sunday in September. I have never been the same. Things have always happened to me that were extraordinary, and I survived them all. When I tell you that September 11, 2001, will reign as the most extraordinary day in my life, I mean it. I had spoken in tongues, established some unique and loving friendships, but that day was it. Not because I spoke to the man of my dreams, but God had brought hell to the country and given me my purpose. It was like my Moses moment. Everyone was astonished and full of grief and I was plotting on the rest of my life. In August of 1998, He gave me a ministry of women, and I had no idea what that meant. I found that 9-11-2001 was the beginning of my call.

So, a lot of things happened. Gino was right, someone bore false witness against me and fooled the entire world. Evil men who seek carnage and other men booty holes force me in prison. It was so challenging I can’t lie, but it was God’s will. Jesus told his disciples “Learn of me.” He gave me rest in my most troubling times. The women that Gino disrespects make me think he’s a homosexual. He hates women so much and he’s jealous of me, because Jesus and me are friends. I don’t claim to be better; in fact, there is a lot of shame in my life. I love a man who sent me to jail. I love him, however. My ministry, beside the women, the whores and lesbians, is forgiveness. Jesus is life. I asked Gino to teach John, 15. In it Jesus teaches that there is no greater love that a man lay down his life for his brother. Not beat people with the Bible but beat them with love. The Bible teaches “Let your light so shine…” Gino doesn’t have any light. He always like God in the Old Testament, smiting people and killing people. No one died on Jesus watch in the New Testament. Lazarus died, while he was dead, and when Jesus came back, he raised him from the dead. He fed the 5,000, and did not smite them like he did in the days of The Law. We no longer live in the days of sacrifice, we live in the days of mercy and grace.The people were always moving God to kill them. Gino tried to kill me the other day. He spoke about killing Stephen one of a few murders in the New Testament. He will regret that. I had to catch myself and cried all night. I had my angel tell me to slow down and my man to be patient. This wasn’t the first time, just the first time they used a “jack legged” preacher to try and get me. You know these men have no fear. They say in their heart, “There is no God”. Their tricks are greater than the God I serve. God forbid. It’s been 24 years; did you tell Gino that? Because they haven't won in 24 years.They have never won, because even when you thought you were winning, you were really losing.

I believe in God and not myself. I would have NEVER made these 24 years without Him. I’m not some ungrateful preacher who believe the book is all about what I think. Jesus is love. Without love salvation is in vain. Name calling and putting people down is not love. If you see a man going wrong, you are supposed to help him, not call him names. But you thought you could come against me. I’m going to call on Jesus and ask what I must do, and love, love never fails. So, Gino, you and your drug addicted, homosexual, pedophile friend can all go down together. Since you like name calling, you can pick up up all those names or some of them. You need to learn humility. Jesus said, “I am meek and lowly.” Aren't we trying to be more like him. To stand in the pulpit and preach judgement is wrong. Jesus preached forgiveness and humility, please stop. Peter was bold and brash like you, and Jesus had to constantly reminded him of his ways. You want to be right all the time. You are not right about me.

I have never done anything to anyone. Not you or your confused friend and their evil ways, and that’s why they can’t win. They have been warring against me for over 24 years and are still fighting a useless battle. God is keeping me! He is the magic for me. He has let me know that you aren’t the preacher you say you are. REPENT! Fall on your knees and ask GOD for forgiveness. You came at me, because you only see in others as you see in yourself. You are a fake prophet, and you thought I was faking, too. No, sir, I really believe in God! I’m really His servant and I try to live for truth and justice, every day. I mean, I’m not perfect, but I seek him for reconciliation. I think you seek after your own self. You seek men who are thriving, and if they are not, itis up to punish them You calling them liars and money hungry in such a negative way is wrong. You are supposed to pray for them. You are a very angry angry man. I forgive you, just as Jesus forgave Mary at the well and she went to tell the people about the man she met who told her all about herself. The same Mary who went to Jesus to bath Him in oils and flowers so His body would not smell and found the grave empty. Went into the city to tell the people that Jesus had risen and the tomb was empty. All the men had forgotten about his promise, but she had not. You don’t want to call it preaching, we don’t have to call it that. Let’s call it what it is, FAITH. Without faith, sir, it’s impossible to please God. I have Faith in Him, my savior who keeps me from men like you. Men who think they are so “high and mighty” they believe sinner seeking to destroy God’s child. You know it, because you put up a sermon about Moses, today...You are Herod.

Love, Lesley

“Be kind and Compassionate to one another, forgive each other, just as God forgave you”. Ephesians 4:32

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand." Ephesians 6 12-13

Amen

Al Sharpton is Going to Sue Trump

This is funny. Yesterday, Trump said that Oprah, Beyonce and Al Sharpton needed to be Prosecuted for getting paid for endorsing Kamala Harris. Oprah and the Queen Bey have enough money they could pay Kamala Harris for running. He’s trying to pull another sexual deviant into his Epstein drama. You know they all know one another. Al Sharpton left his wife for a younger more pristine model. It's like on Big Brother when they put up two ponds, but there is only one they really want to put out the house. Bey nor Oprah don't need to win the Power of Veto. They will not be leaving the house! Plus, I haven’t forgotten how he became famous. Tawanna Bradley, the young woman that lied about being abused in NYC. Guess who was her advocate? A 300-pound Al Sharpton with a pregnancy belly. And a belt on, with a processed afro. I didn’t believe that in the 90’s a man was trying to look like James Brown.

N.A.N. The group he began has a chapter in Detroit. I saw them on the news. I thought, maybe they could help me with the Oakland County Sheriff’s thing. Well, they are no better than them. It was all these old men trying to get young women. We all know Trump likes young women. I don’t know about teenage women, but like Sharpton, he put his wife and mother of his children down for a young Marla Maples. If he goes down, he takes other “young women hunters” with him. N.A.N. Reflects Sharpton’s deviant ways. I believe that Sharpton took $650K, too. I have no idea why MSNBC keeps him on the air. Every time he comes on the television, I change the channel. He is very hard to look at and listen to. He has had weight loss surgery. Now, he resembles a child wearing a suit. His hair is falling out, but he holds on to the pompadour style that’s just ridiculous. Some people just can’t let go of the past. I wrote a blog, about my experience with N.A.N. It is copied below:

William Davis
National Action Network, President

I was scrolling through my Facebook page and saw a woman holding a sign in a post. I could tell that she was in a forum. I had seen similar post over the last few months. I had said to myself, “Self, you don’t need those kinds of problems”.  One day, out of curiosity, I stopped scrolling and listened. The audio was of poor quality.  This woman, Sonjia Simpson-Gardner, had her phone number all over Facebook, because she was asking for help for her and her daughter. She claimed that the Southfield Police Department was harassing her. She alleges that her next-door neighbor got his daughter pregnant, and one of her certifications made it her business to report crimes of this nature. After reporting the crime, she claims that he got some friends, on Southfield’s Police Department, to begin a harassment crusade that caused her harm.

Based on what she told me, she couldn’t work. When she did find a job, she would be fired without cause. We had just met, and I didn’t understand how she could continue living in her home in Southfield. She has a beautiful home, and I know the taxes there must be quite a bit, and I asked how she was surviving. She told me that she got welfare, worked odd jobs “here and there” and had “friends” that would help. What she said was, “And you know I have my little friends that help me out”. I took that to mean she had a couple of men that helped her out. I have one man that helps me out. So, the “s” was kinda interesting, but I still didn’t judge her. “Tough times call for tough measures” that is, until you cross me. Then I must tell my story.

Sonjia Simpson-Gardner

Sonjia told me that she had been going to Southfield City Council Meeting trying to get help. It was there that she found “the others” who had been going through it with Southfield’s administration. Many of its residents were being “unfairly” thrown out their homes. It seems that the Black people of Southfield are being targeted for their homes. Except, they are being evicted for failure to pay their taxes. How can someone set you up, for something that you failed to do? I could see if people of Southfield were being kicked-out their homes and had paid their taxes. It’s contrary to that. If you don’t pay your taxes, your home is taken, and you are evicted. It’s like the residents are stealing, or squatting. You pay your taxes you stay, but you don’t pay: an eviction notice is placed on your front door.

What makes it so bad, some of these home owners had paid for their homes. The way it was explained is that the city wasn’t informing the residents and selling the homes to organizations like “Habitat for Humanity” and other organizations. Another argument is the city is buying the homes themselves and selling them, after the fix them up, for top price. The man who was telling the story, said that they were selling to Whites and stealing the homes from Black owners, because they don’t notify them and sell the homes out from under them. He says that he wants to buy some of the homes to sell. He says that he keeps going to the Treasurer’s office to collect a list of the properties up for sell, due to delinquent taxes and he keeps being denied. So, they claim a conspiracy to make Southfield White, again. My friend, whose father worked for Ford lived in Southfield. Her family moved there in 1984 or so. It was around that time that many middle-class Black people were moving into Southfield from Detroit.

Now, some of them weren’t middle-class folk. Some of them were drug dealers looking to invest their illegal funds in a new home or one of the high-rises in Southfield. Because of that, I feel that Southfield is corrupt. I wrote a blog about a year ago about their old Chief of Police, Eric Hawkins. He was very crooked in my opinion. He was involved with a theft ring at my job at Sears, where his mother worked. In that blog, I wrote of his affiliation with Community Network Services (CNS). Ironically, he left Southfield in August of last year. Hawkins is a Black man, and up until he left, Sonjia and her friends couldn’t claim racism. She claims that all her woes started two years ago. There were no claims of a racist system by these people, until Hawkins left or after the woman running for Mayor, who was African-American, lost. Now everything is Black and White, when I say that everything is corrupt; period. I don’t care what color you are. She created a flyer to bring attention to the racial inequality in Southfield. It is posted below. She picked all the Whites out, but there are African-Americans in the Southfield administration and on their City Council.

I’m not saying these people are lying, but what I’m saying is that people not paying their taxes is not the fault of the city government. What they should do, instead of attacking an obviously vulnerable government, is raise money for those unable to pay their taxes. A system that has a majority White administration and a predominately Black citizenry, will always be marked racist. Ms. Simpson-Gardner has a good platform, but a lascivious way of going about it. If the man wants to buy these homes, he should find who needs help and help them, instead of screaming racism. I stood, in what was the first Oakland County Meeting of the National Action Network (NAN) and proclaimed that all White people aren’t bad people. After that, the entire room turned on me. Their leader, a minister called Reverend Charles Williams II, had just said it was important to keep the district, infamously governed by John Conyers, Black. As I listened, I heard remarks about how the young men in the streets of Southfield were being victim to “Stop and Frisk” in the neighborhoods. I disagreed with the police doing that but, what else?

When I spoke to Sonjia over the weeks, she told me about people who didn’t believe her stories. She told me one that I found to be unbelievable. She claimed lots of things, like rat poison in her walls, break-ins and job loss. She claims that police came and picked her up and took her to the mental ward at Beaumont Hospital. The man she had accused of child molestation had claimed the she had told him that she wanted to end her life. She also claimed that contrary to my experience of being jailed for long periods of time and committed three times, none of that had been done to her. Even if I’d been battling the police for the last 20+ years, it would be up to her to run the Oakland County Chapter of NAN. I told her that was fine, I never wanted to run anything, and only wanted someone to help me with my situation. Only she had seen my Facebook profile picture and felt that I would be competition, because her situation was so that looks and prowess was essential to be a part of this “organization”.

She and her players were all there. They had their meeting before the meeting and had decided on several issues. The first being that Sonjia would be president and four men stood up and said that was their wishes. A woman, I was suspicious if that was true or not, also stood up to support her. I just sat back and laughed to myself. I had seen this kind of behavior in the Baptist church 20 years before. I was kicked-off the serving committee at church in a secret meeting. One day there was a funeral, and I was informed that I no longer was a server, but a clean-up committee person. The head of the clean-up committee took me by the shoulders and whispered, “It’s okay, we get to have all the leftover food”. The Pastor, the reason I was kicked off, because I got to serve him, called me to him. Handing me his empty cup he asked for another cup of juice. I informed him that I couldn’t wait on him, because I was no longer a server. He simply replied, “Who told you that?” He practically placed the cup in my fist and order, “Girl, if you don’t get me some punch!”

It has always been that way with me and women. I am always nice to everyone, but they just don’t like me and feel threatened. It was an honor to serve our Pastor. I wasn’t allowed that honor, and the woman in charge of the servers had asked, in the secret meeting, “Who told her she could be on the serving committee.” Mrs. Arnett had taken up for me and had digressed but found that Ms. Jefferson was being mean. I had only started serving, because no one else was there to help. In fact, Ms. Liza was never at any of the events, funerals or afternoon services, but I was always there. But this was all about money now. Sonjia had a mortgage and a young daughter and no job. I’m sure she was tired of her “friends” and wanted a chance to get her own money. Everyone joining the group had to pay $25 to join.

I couldn’t stand it! She also sat and told Reverend Williams the President, William Davis, of the entire State of Michigan that she wasn’t going to spend all her time and money on starting the chapter and not be president. He just laughed and told her that they needed to elect committees before they started voting. Plus, he needed more members from Oakland County to participate, before electing officers. It’s not just a Southfield thing and all cities in Oakland County had to be represented. I left, because I saw where it was all going. I didn’t like her hug and I didn’t like her “people”. She was race baiting, along with the “other things” that she was doing to get control. I wrote to Pastor Charles Williams II, afterwards and he is so messy. Messy, just like I remembered the Baptist church being when I was placed on the clean-up committee. When I attended his meeting in Detroit yesterday, it was clear that there is an underline sexual content to his organization and women like me, didn’t get help, unless we could “come” for the male members.

Charles Williams II (left), Sam Riddle (center) and the President, William Davis of the Detroit Chapter (right, w/ hands in pocket)

In fact, the President, William Davis, of the Detroit Chapter told me just that. I asked for a ticket to the “MLK Brunch” on Monday January 21. He asked me if I had some money. I told him I did not. He then asked me, “Will you come?” Oblivious to the sexual tone of his question at the time, I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’ll come. I asked for a ticket, didn’t I?” Seeing my oblivion, he looked at me with an unkind face, and the Pastor pointed at me and said, “You can give her a ticket.” Davis, turned and walked away. I guess I’m not invited, unless I come or pay. Sonjia stood at a short distance pouting, like a child whose bike had been stolen. It’s not surprising the founder and leader is Al Sharpton was married at one time. Once he lost weight, he divorced his wife and got a younger woman. It trickles down from the top. Plus, his debacle with Tawana Bradley. I was weary about this group, because that was so shameful and he never quit.

I was looking for the address to National Action Network on Google. I got the number of this man named Thomas Brown. I asked him if he was a NAN representative. He told me, he was a member, but that some police had put his number on the internet as NAN. I talked to that man for three hours. He wouldn’t shut up! Then he got a call, took too long coming back and I hung up. He called me back with another man on the phone. Tommy that lives in Pontiac. We ended up talking for another hour. The other Tommy found it interesting that I didn't like the Reverend Charles Williams. I understand why, now. I don’t like him, because he plays church games. He had one of his members walk around the church, after the meeting, to warn them about me. I have no idea why. I just wrote to let him know that I don’t want anything to do with having sex with people for help. I’m not a whore. My mother never raised me to solve my problems with sex. I’d do day-work, if I needed help. My body is not a tool used for barter in any situation.

I know that Southfield has its problems, but coochie ain’t going to solve them. Plus, Southfield is 71% African-African. In the last election, the two contenders were both City Council members. Siver who won, was a long time resident. If the woman, who is Black, should have won by a landslide, if everyone in Southfield thought that Siver was a racist and out to displace Black people in Southfield. In the midterm elections, only 12% of the African-American Community voted. Instead of making flyers making Siver out as a racist, maybe they should organize a “Get Out and Vote” initiative for the elections in 2020. Because racism and race-based recruiting, promotion and propaganda is so obvious. It must make sense, however, and Simpson-Gardner’s platform is the same ole mess. Like I told Ms. Simpson-Gardner, the police know all about her. They aren’t threatened by her at all. They know how she picks it up and lays it down. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this drama I’m in. Since I’m not welcome to the brunch, I guess I’m not welcome in the organization, because my pants stay on and my knees stay clean…

This reminds me of my time at the Oakland County Jail. The attempts on my peace of mind, through harassment. I don’t prescribe to police, because I don’t know who to trust. For Gardner-Simpson to have had problems with the Southfield Police. I don’t understand her zeal for an organization that holds appreciation parties for the Police. The “Blue Wall” is real and it protects it own. I’m not sure what her motivation is, anymore!

Police Appreciation Flyer

I was handed this flyer, after the meeting at the Historical King Solomon Church in Detroit...

You adulterous men, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. -James 4:4