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
