Somethings are hard, and this was a hard day. Summer of '89 I don't like to talk about prison, my so-called victim had made friends all over the State of Michigan. How he did it... or maybe it wasn't him at all, but from day one, I was never alone. It was a bunch of them. Women who looked out for me everyday. My breakfast buddy was an old head who had been there so long there was only two women who had been there longer than her. I mentioned her in a blog and her son started having problems. So, let's just say I went to prison and came home. I was still myself, drug-free, not having sex ith women or beat up. I made it! Colleen O'Brien could care less. She over-sentenced me and gave me 18 months to 5 years in prison. I wasn't going to make that 18 months, because I had no idea how to "jail" and she knew it. Judges know hat they are doing when they hand out these sentences. She thought I might gain a taste for women and lose my taste for White men. I missed that 18 month date. I had gotten three tickets and one fight, before my parole hearing. I told them you're not going to put me in prison on a lie and make me change my way of life. No way...
Meeting Kelly Collins-So called Special Prosecutor
When I came home I was whole. The same woman I was, but stronger and meaner. Paul McDougal is angry, because he didn't get what he wanted, and was afraid of what I could say. I had written all the people involved in my case to tell them that McDougal had beat my friend. My lawyer tried to use it, too. When I asked him if he had mentioned it to the judge or prosecutor, he said they, two White women didn't want to hear it. At some point it had all become about my brother, and McDougal making my so-called victim a drug dealing cop. That was actually what he was. If he didn't charge me with stalking, McDougal would bring a charge up on him. It was obvious they could do it. Here I was on trial for stalking, and I hadn't made one threat, an element of the crime. You're not a stalker for writing seven (7) love letters of which they only had three (3). They copied the three (7) over and over in different ways to make them look like they had seven (7). When I came home, I knew all of this, and McDougal kept interferring in my life. In school, with my nephew and people I knew. I got tired of him and reached out to The Chief of Police and was charged with stalking him. I went to court and my defective lawyer did one thing right. He said this was a special case concerning a high ranking police official. It should be investigated by State Police and not local police detective, Jeff "slutty" Buchanann. They said that it would be prosecuted by a Special Prosecutor, Kelly Collins. The racist woman that punished two Black kids for wearing pink socks during Cancer Awareness month. Racist Kelly Collins who comes after me for loving my so-called victim and forces him to go on the witness stand and lie on me about calling me, because there is no way he called a Black woman for any reason. So, when she gets phone records to prove that he and his best police friend lied, she sends them to the witness stand to lie. She had kept me in jail for over four years fighting the Chief of Police case, and lost. She wasn't going to lose to a Black woman, again. So, she instructed the two of them to lie on the witness stand, again. They had already lied at the prelimenary exam.
She was not a "special" anything. A special kind of racist after a woman that felt was going after a White man who didn't want her. Until she got those phone records. When he got caught in that lie about who called whom and how many times, nobody moved to dismiss the case and that's what the entire case was about those calls. My lawyer didn't even open her mouth, but to say he lied. The judge, the third time they sent me back to O'Brien, because it was my first so-called victim. They wanted to give the White racist the chance to over-sentence me. The first time with the 18 months to five years, the most I should have done was 90-days in jail. That was my statutory limit. She wasn't suppose to give me more than my PSI limit, which was 90-days, the low end was five (5) years probation. What they call lifetime probation. She did it and was suppose to write an affidavit on why she went over my guidelines, she never wrote it, because she had no reason to exceed my guidelines. That White racist judge had no reason to find me guilty of a crime, accept I was a Black woman in love with a White man. Well, sort of in love. He had said and done a lot by then. He was still holding on to his job and his title. His colleagues no at the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) were still using me to keep him down, because I guess the Feds wasn't ready to tell the truth. My brother was in his about 13th year in prison and I was once again over-sentenced by the head White racist female judge Colleen O'Brien. Snyder felt so sorry for her, he gave her a spot on the Court of Appeals. They can use her in that court, too, but it's harder. She has others she has to covince. But if you're all on the same page, friends help friends. There was a woman in prison bragging about the action she was getting the the upper court. We all know you never get action once you been sentenced in the lower court. You have to go to the court you were sentenced in first and no judge is ever going to admit they made a mistake. Her clerk wrote a quick "denied" on my paper. she knew what had to happen. McDougal had to be protected and so did my so-called victim, who we know is not a victim at all, not of me! I'm smart and beautiful and don't need to stalk anyone.
He, my so-called victim, would get on the witness stand and say he told his wife, "She's at it again!" Me, I'm at it again? I've seen that wife of his on the internet and she looks old and haggered and she could definitely use a cheeseburger. She's a White woman like Black ain't where it's at. I don't have to be at anyone. I'm beautiful and damn smart. I could have been a lawyer if the men I knew wasn't so sorry. I got my MBA, though. A person like me being so productive in their life. Getting degrees and taking on "the man" well, "the woman" isn't the one to be chasing down a sorry man who needs to lie about his life and who he is. My big eyes and full lips are enough, for me not to be at it again and my pretty brown skin that "they" are out in the sun to imitate is enough for me not to ever chase a man. You better believe it. I'm fine and this thing is the worse thing that could ever happen to a woman like me. Letting someone with no life skills live on my good looks and intelligence. These White woman, his wife, Colleen O'Brien wished they were me. "I'm at it, again, for what? What do you have to offer me? A woman brought down by God and his principles. I could have lied and ruined his entire existence. Without that badge and gun, he has no existence. "Do unto others," God said, "As you would have them do unto you". Not lie on them, give a class of homosexuals things to say about her. Stand up and be a truth teller that maybe God will shine on you! You'll never shine bright in the world using women as a stepping stone, and lying like you do, and I know I'm looking for my retribution. Everyday you live I want you to suffer for the things you've said and done to me. You are the bane of my existence and that's the truth, because you're too weak to tell it...Amen
The Unjust Judge (Luke 18:1-8): In one of Jesus' parables, a judge is described who "neither feared God nor cared about people." He deliberately ignored a widow's need for justice until her persistence forced him to act, serving as a contrast to God's desire to deliver justice.
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