Mixed Race Protest: Oakland County Racist Female Judges Pt. I

First Time

My last blog about the Somali people didn't get many views. It seems that maybe I should be more kind to people living for equality in America. Maybe, becaue I'm Black living in America? Well, let me tell you who I really am. I'm a Black woman who spent four (4) years in prison for writing a White man seven (7) love letters. My record has been ruined, because I am in love with a White man. I have never threatened this man or made any kind of moves towards him in any way. I would really be crazy to do that. He carries a 9mm and I carry a pen. The He-Man woman at the gym, a White woman tried to get me on how many times I came to the gym. Didn't work. I worked and was a student. I didn't have time for the gym, and eventually stopped going. In order to try to make himself look good, he hired a friend of his, an acquaintence of mine to budge me back to the gym. She was interested in him, and at some point he was interested in her and she did him a favor. Classes changed, hours changed and again I started missing sessions at the gym. The big He-Man b*tch stopped rushing to sign me in, because my interested as they hoped I'd be. It had been August since I had been to to the gym, when I was arrested for stalking him, October 2, 2002. They came knocking at my door bothering my mother. When I went to my mother's house that day, after work, not to the gym, I took off to the gym to ask him what it was all about. When I got there, however, I got this feeling in my gut. I took off back to my apartment and the feeling I had got easy. I went to the police station and was arrested for stalking him the next day. I didn't even know what stalking was, and Waterman didn't believe I had did it and sent me home on a personal bond. They had to get me circuit court and no other judge would do it, so they gave it to Boweman, the only White man on the bench at that time. Thomas, Brown and Waterman were the only other men on the bench at the time and they were all Black. Neither of them would bound me over, it had to be Leo Boweman. He became the only male involved in prostitution on the bench in circuit court and the only Black person involved in prostitution on the court. He is featured to the far left on this picture.

I sat in the police station the entire afternoon and evening. My hair was done and I had on a nice outfit, but I was being called a stalker. What is a stalker, I kept asking myself? Then I remembered, my sister had said I was stalking a guy I used to sleep with about 12-years before. I didn't think I was doing that. I would drive by his house to see if he was there, and one time got his phone shut off, but that was all in fun. Stalkers kill people, follow people to work and kill them. His sister was a cop, if she thought that, I would have been in jail years ago, and he used to follow me to the club I used to hang out at. He wasn't any better himself and my sisters were over for a visit, they saw him creeping around my house one night. Everyone wants to be so special, more special than they are, but I am special. I moved on from him and on to the next guy. I'm glad that this isn't a fairytale. because no one came to rescue me. The first White woman I met was Colleen O'Brien. She changed my charge from stalking to aggravated stalking. My good for nothing lawyer did object to the upgrade. He said that I should be punished for my indescretion. Given a few days in jail, 30-days even, but she was changing my crime to a crime that could mean prison time. She quietly said, "I know." No, I know she is a "Pimping Judge". Moreover she liked my so-called victim and doing him a favor. Everytime he went on the witness stand to lie, he would tap the bench where she was seated and give her cooperative nod. They were playing on the same team. I wonder sometimes if they weren't having sex. It was obvious to me that she was on some kind of drugs, so sleeping with a young police detective from her docket wouldn't be so far fetched. He was headed to a seat to lie on me and about me. He wasn't the greatest guy in the world, either.

I ended up breaking the rules a couple of times and my good for nothing lawyer, Bill Cataldo, told me to just stay out of trouble. when I didn't go back to get my tether put back on. I was arrested by US Marshals at school thre (3) months later and handcuffed with my back against a short wall. White women in my class were mad at me. I just couldn't bring myself to admit something was wrong. This is the 00's. People couldn't still be that racist that they are putting us in prison for being involved in a inter-racial relationship, and a White man is calling a Black woman crazy for loving him to appease a judge and a prosecutor. Well, he did and it worked. When I found guilty for violating my probation, when I was found guilty in a bench trial, I went to prison. I only got one chance. Those women sent me up, always only one chance for me. I knew a woman who was a prostitute that couldn't make it home from jail without harassing her victim. I've been out of jail 18-years, because they can't get me to prostitute, they are still trying to get me on a stalking case or whatever man I have a relationship with. Especially my 24-year so-called victim. They set me up with this politician, who finally made it to office. He thinks they're going to save him from me. I'm not the only skeleton in his closet. How can they save him, when they can't save themselves. One of his corrupt allies has already been fired. They got me good giving me White lawyers. Men who are hen-pecked by their mates. Most White men will do anything their counter-partner says. Plus, those women run the courts. How will you get another case, when you've gone against one of them? Oakland County is the biggest "pick me" county in Michigan. That means lawyers get dressed, sit in a courtroom, and when a smart criminal fires their lousy attorney, you sit and wait for the judge to "pick me"!

I never did that, because my lawyer, Bill Cataldo, was old and smart. He was so smart, he tricked me into having a "bench" trial. That means the judge would be my jury. I asked him, "Does she like Black people?" She can't use your race against you. Who can stop her. Not only did she hate Black people, she loved cops more than she hated Black folk. My so-called victim was a rookie-detective on the Pontiac police force. She wanted him to win. See, the real story is my brother had just been convicted of conspiracy. That new drug law. He and six of his friend got 20-years a piece. The idea that the two of us were talking, scared this detective, Paul McDougal, who used to beat my best friend from "00" to "04", when he finally beat her so bad she left and went back to Detroit. Not until She she came me to show me the final beating. One day when she was back at home, he started to beat her again and she uttered the words, "I showed..." She did right, he stopped. But when I started writing my so-called victim, he got scared. When my victim got scared he gave the letters to his high-yellow Sergeant who McDougal, color struck, would eat 10 miles of her sh*t, got the letters and took them to the Prosecutor, Denise Brainard. A woman that worked with me at Gantos. This means that not only did McDougal had no business bringing a case against me, but neither did Denise. She was a thief when she worked at Gantos, and probably a thief, now. They are everywhere, she knew me from working at Sears, and me blocking the stealing going on there then and at that time. I had quit however, but they don't care those people are vicious.

Samuel's sons, Joel (firstborn) and Abijah (second), were appointed as judges over Israel in Beersheba by their elderly father, as described in 1 Samuel 8. Contrary to Samuel's righteous life, they were corrupt, greedy, accepted bribes, and perverted justice. Their misconduct directly led the elders of Israel to demand a king.