Dubious Diner and Ignorant Elams

George pictures in glasses

D'Antons has sat at the corner of Huron and Green street for about 25 years. I was about 21 when they first opened their doors. George, the owner, was open to the Black people in the neighborhood. North Oakland Medical Center was open and booming. Even Pontiac Central High School left him raking in the dough. The hospital has closed, changed names twice and the school has closed, and George is still there. Like fast food, I am subject to food torture from diners, too. But George? He was a strong personality that wouldn't be held by anyone. He still doesn't have a bulletproof casing at his register. After 25 years, no one has robbed him, shot him and he is free to do business at will. My brother, my resource for ghetto happenings, says that it's because everyone knows that George would kill or be killed. He said that where George comes from, people aren't into just giving away what belongs to them.

They had this article floating on Facebook about who has the best cheeseburgers in Pontiac. Left off the list was D'Antons. They have the best burgers in town and have for the last 25 years or so. Last week, my mother and I, went in there to get some food. We had left the grocery store and she wanted to know where she could get some food. She asked me, "What about that hot dog place by the school?" Regretfully, I turn the car that way and went in and ordered some coney's and fries for me. George was sweeping up the outside and never said a word to me. I sat there, because I know what's going on. He swept and I waited for my food. Suddenly, he looked at me and smiled through the door, "It's cold!" I yelled back, "Put on a coat!" It felt good, George was back. Then, he proceeded to make our food, without washing his hands. Picked up the buns, removed the hot dog off the fork with his thumb, and placed my fries in the bag covering the top fries with his unwashed hands.

I've been there maybe four times last year, because you know my problem and I was treated like I wasn't wanted. Sometimes, every blue moon, I would get a hankering for a burger or pancakes. Once, I went in to buy pancakes and they tasted like onions. The biggest and most nasty trick is putting a black, nasty fry in my bag that was both overcooked and rotten. They always stick it in the middle, where I can't see it on inspecting my food. It's a plan that is spread amongst diners and Elams across the city. When the woman at the Elam Brothers on Woodward did, she informed the young man handing me my food laughed at me. This from the religious zealots of the community.

My nephew went to the Elam Brothers on Woodward and bought catfish. I am a fried food junky. I didn't order, because I didn't want to infect my family's food, because they would feel that it's for me and do something damaging to it. My nephew didn't even tell me, because they know the deal. It's the unspoken situation in my family. My mother has had good food from D'Antons in the past, and didn't realize they had joined the circus. That catfish from the Elam's was delicious. So much so, I went back and bought some a few days later. At $15 a dinner, it's an expensive way to go. An even more expensive way to throw away good money. The next time I went, I got a meal for my Mom, too. She sat near the window, and picked up her fish and said, "Oh, oh, they have gotten in on it, too".

It was really no surprise, because a few weeks before, we had been at the other Elam Brothers on Sanford, Mel's place. We ordered $20 worth of fish sandwiches and chili fries. Yes, the same fish sandwich that used to cost $1.25. The same fish sandwich that Glenda Elam, the little sister, would promise to secretaries and teachers in school. The infamous Elam Brother's fish sandwich. Double fried, midget pieces, now over-priced fish sandwich. At least that's how ours was served. We spent $20 and ate nothing. That made my mother so mad. She wanted to take that food back up to them and throw it in their face.

But Melvin Elam is suspected of being more in the pharmacy business these days, than the fish sandwich business. The Elam's on Woodward keep shorter hours now, and I hope it's from all the "you buy, we fry" competition in the city. They are on Woodward and I guess the reason their prices are very high. Their daughter, who wants to be a lawyer, works for Judge Leo Bowen. You can imagine there is no love for me in that place. But I always thought that there would be some sort of respect for your business. The kind of respect that would allow you not to serve bad food to people. I see that there is no decorum in diners and Elams either.

It's not surprising, because Elam's have never done anything for anyone in this city, anyway. Back in the day, I was short a penny and was refused my order, until I went out to my mother and got it. Until, a younger Elam wanted to get into politics, did they start these Elam picnic every year. They go to a church, where Elam's go and you aren't saved unless you speak in tongues. Ignorant in da'hood mean, someone that is just rude, petty and nasty. They just don't know how to be nice. That's an Elam. Mel, stroked my chin once when I was in his joint, however, and I let him finish and looked at him like he was lost. Because that's exactly what he was. Elams live in their own little world, and that world only includes other Elams. They are, however, a part of the corruption in Pontiac. Without it, they couldn't survive. So, what is there to do?

From Sonic, to Altadona's, and their reputation for fights and murders. I am banned. It doesn't really matter what the reason, it sucks. My family won't let me go get the food, and when I bring some home, no one wants any. There is something wrong with that, but how I see it that means there is something right about what I'm doing. Seeing that I won't bend and give in to a corrupt society, I'm able to expose the corruption and tell my story. There is no reason for this kind of harm, but it's what Pontiac is and has always been. It has simply grown with the regime of the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I have a dream that one day, I'll be able to get the chicken for a family event.

The Fox 2 News: Harboring Sexual Deviants and Pimps

Huel Perkins

When I went to jail in January of 2011, seven years and two days ago, I was ignorant. I had no idea what I was in store for. I lived in general population for about two days, and then I was attacked and sent through 28. It's a magic door that sent you to hell. Like every other thing in jail, it did the opposite for me and I found the only heaven I could know. I was forced to live alone, and even the screaming and midnight ramblings didn't change my point of view. In the pod where I lived we had a television that only got one channel, Fox 2 News. When I discovered that I was in the middle of a prostitution ring that wasn't going to set me free, I panicked. I began to write letters, to everyone I could think of, and Huel Perkins was the only face I saw on a regular bases in the news. I thought for sure that he would jump at the chance for a news story like mine. I was in jail for the second time, for something I didn't do and now I'm being held hostage by a corrupt system.

I wrote him countless letters. In fact, I wrote him every week, and told him all about my suffering, at the hands of crooked deputies, who only wanted to sell me and make money. And I have suffered since, because, four months after I beat that case, I was back there. I was fighting the same battles that I faced, before. I turned once again to my friend, Huel Perkins. Who obviously has secrets, but not big enough secrets to make him a part of the #Metoo movement. It is enough, however, to keep him away from me and my stories about the Oakland County Jail. Now, however, the second Oakland County Sheriff's Deputy has been ran over. He is laying in a bed fighting for his life, and for the third time, "the rooster has come home to nest."

Fox 2 News, has refused to hear my story and gives no credence to the idea that they are selling people for boats, vintage cars and cabins in the U.P. In fact, they allowed a broadcast about a house in Dearborn being ran by a OCSD, whose part of the "Name Game". I don't know if she's still Thomas, Stevenson or Reynolds the name she used in the newscast. They allowed an unknowing Taryn Asher to do a report on this whorehouse being ran by Thomas-Stevenson-Reynolds, who uses so many names to cover her true identity. Deputies are so engaged in dirt that includes, sexual favors, beating and verbal abuse that some of them change their name tags to be anonymous. My goal in life is to make them all go away and stop selling people with no family, no support and no hope in the jail's clinic.

Deena Centofanti

I have a very strong will, as you may find out, if you read all my posts from 2013. I was tortured to a certain extent, and had to fight every day to live. Huel Perkins can't even acknowledge me, or the things that he read in my letters. I think that he would lose his job. Because Fox 2 News in Detroit is harboring sexual deviants and pimps. First, I think they are racist and don't think it's good that this news is coming from me. Second, they are Republicans and support other Republicans like L. Brooks Patterson and Michael Bouchard to a fault. Third, Deena Centafonti is running the show and she subscribes to both issues. I can't stand her, and I don't have to be politically correct. They say I'm crazy and violent, why not be crass and belligerent. I didn't call her a stuck-up bitch, so I think I'm managing pretty well.

Ron Savage

Ron Savage, God rest his soul, was friends with OCSD. He was a Reserved Firefighter for Walled Lake? He was very uncomfortable with my truth. I don't know what to say about his death, but I just wonder how much he really knew. God does magic with people that we may never understand. The consequences of a man's actions could be fatal or just abusive. It seems that men are dying. I just wonder, sometimes, if he was one of them. The idea that I believe in God, may constitute the chance to one day tell my story, but I know now that the reason our television set was tuned to Fox 2 was to make sure our stories would never be told.

This opioid epidemic, where suburban kids are now losing their lives is fueling the prostitution. Young White kids are going to jail now more than ever. Their parents are calling for reform, but the people in place to help are selling their children. Pimping them for cars, boats and cabins in the woods. I was watching as Deputy Governor Calley and Judge Linda Davis, stood in a semi-circle passing into law legislation that is supposed to help the crisis. Creating stages of servicing these men and women who are addicted. I laughed when she said that she knew three families, friends, who were raising their grandchildren, because of the opioid epidemic. All the beds in those "institutions" will be bartered for sex acts in Oakland County. Furthermore, Black folk have been raising their grandchildren, since the first heroine epidemic in the 1970's that targeted us. Then the crack epidemic of the 1980's. I wanted to write to Davis, but felt that she was a bit "out of touch" with what was really going on and with African-Americans. This problem has no color, creed or income level and we must focus on all of them or none of them.

Calley and Dais during Bill signing

The truth is that her colleagues on the bench, Rae Lee Chabot, Colleen O'Brien and Martha Anderson were setting men and women free who were prostituting for lighter sentences in the Oakland County Jail. Fox 2 News, who also aired the signing of the bill, is keeping their crimes a secret. And that they were allowing fake news stories to be ran that would help further the epidemic and kill more men and women and leave children mother and fatherless. My example was and still is Tucker Cipriano. They aired the story of his families death and maiming, but not the reason they were allowed to die. He was released from the Oakland County Jail two months early. How could a woman of her stature wrap her mind around that? Calley only did it for positive press, because he is running for Governor. Nobody has taken the time to speak to me or even care. With help from the crooked FBI, they hide my posts and manipulate my life.

While in a mental institution, where they sent me to discredit my story, I found out the mentally ill citizens were being abused, too. Used for sex and fed drugs meant to control them and keep them cooperative. It's been going on forever there, too. No one cares, and no one wants to do anything about it. These people don't vote! They don't go to parties and stand around and talk about summer vacations, vintage cars and boat trips. They are homeless, drug addicted and afraid. The police will harass you and make you sick to live. I've seen it in jail, and I experienced it first hand. The feeling of helplessness is stifling. You have to take the time out of your day to read the blogs in 2013. I couldn't possibly rehash the misery in one post.

Members of the News are being told not to speak to me, because I am crazy. Warned that I can't be trusted, because, I've been institutionalized. Yes, by the same people who are selling people. I've never been institutionalized until entering the judicial system. I don't "cooperate". I'm not a dike. Believe me, all those women having sex with other women in jail, aren't dikes either. They are forced to have sex with other women, by deputies like Thomas-Stevenson-Reynolds. I don't use drugs, neither do I sell myself for a cheeseburger and Coke, when the jail sells Pepsi. I'm worth more than that, and I know my self worth. Deena Centafonti does, too. Her husband is a Vice-President at Fox 2 News and she's allowed to run the show. Therefore, she is able to prevent the stories of people being sold and tortured in the jail a big secret. She doesn't care about our children, and her health segments are long and dry.

She got that job!

Fox 2 Morning on the Nine, hasn't been the same since Jason Carr left. If the news isn't told by her and what she is interested in then it's not important. I'm talking about a human rights issue. People in Lybia are being sold, but the same type of things are going on right down the street in the jail. It hasn't stopped in seven years and two days and until the press and law enforcement really get involved, it won't stop. I was just there in April, fighting yet another bogus case. Women and men were still being carted to the jail's clinic and sold. It's all political and favoritism. The news reporters actually believe that I want to do their job. I'm a lawyer and not a reporter. Amy Lange turned her nose up at me at the courthouse, Kimberly Craig rolled her eyes and turned away. The Baskerville guy on Channel 7, actually called me crazy when I appeared on his feed. Remember, what I said about people being brainwashed, manipulated and controlled. They've tried to do that to me, while they seek to destroy my name. News at 11...

The Police II: The White SUV...

I drive about 12 miles to school each day. My last car was 20 years old and would shake as I drove down I-75, so, I would go down Woodward to Long Lake. Long Lake to Adams and Adams to Wattles, and Wattles to Livernois. On my way home in the winter and spring sessions, it was dark. Cars would come behind me and put their head light in my rear view mirror or side view mirror as they drove behind me. If I chose to take the freeway, at night, they would put their high beam lights on my rear. It was very annoying. I would get tired of it. I pulled into a strangers driveway and got behind the person that was harassing me. I got a couple of license plate numbers, too. This isn't the worst of it. The name of this blog is "The White SUV..." and I'm going to tell you about the white SUV, now.

Back in 2001, I fell for this man. It was before my bouts with prison and jail, police and deputies. Then all of that happened and I came back to Pontiac. I walked in one day, saw him and it was on, again. We talked a little. I bought him a Christmas gift, he gave me free tea and I sent him flowers for Valentine's Day.  After the flowers, he told me that he was married and it broke my heart. It didn't seem to bother him much that he was married, but it bothered me. He didn't wear a ring or show any signs of marital bliss. I was very shamed, but I wasn't going to be involved with some one's husband. I've never been involved with some one's husband. It's against the mantra I made for myself, "No married men!" I can type that with a clear conscience, and knowing that no one can call me a liar.

This man's wife drives a white SUV or crossover. I think it's a Chevy Traverse. He drove it to work, sometimes. Now, if Steve Wittebort was my man, the relationship with this man would be prohibited. Steve would be very angry about it; right? Well, these men are trying to control his career, are also trying to drive me crazy and into a state of mind that is delusional by sending white SUV's. Why would I think that Steve is sending white SUV's to harass me. I didn't get it at first. It's very complex, too, but you have to understand who I am dealing with.

How could the Oakland County Sheriff's Department conduct a prostitution ring out of their clinic, without Federal help? It transcends just their clinic, but sex trafficking and underworld sex clubs and murder, too. How do you think they keep these women quiet about the whole thing? Many of them like the ability to commit petty crimes and go to jail. That's one way, but not all of these women are career criminals. Some of them just got into a bad situation once. But for the true criminal element, instead of spending the winter months, shuffling from shelter to shelter and turning tricks behind dumpster, they would have a warm bed and can turn tricks in an organized environment. In this environment, you get good food, a uniform and a warm bed. Which would you choose? You're a prostitute and a crackhead, anyway, why not do it in luxury? For the others it's fear and mind games.

I think about this all the time. Who can gather 15 to 20 white SUV's to come in my path on my way to school, Walmart or the grocery store? A couple left a doberman, my favorite dog, in a Chevy at Walmart. What does that mean? I have no idea. Surely not those idiots at the OCSD. Those men can bearly gather the women and men they take down to the clinic two to three times a day. Who can think up a scheme to brainwash me into thinking Steve Wittebort, and lame-brain himself, could orchestrate such an elaborate scheme, when he is a something that's not that important, too. Nobody, but a federal agent. You might say that I am delusional for saying this, but it's true. Those movies you watch on television have to come for somewhere. Everyone knows those movies aren't just the figment of some one's imagination, but has some semblance in the truth.

One of my favorite movies is "Enemy of the State" with Will Smith. Smith is an advocate of conspiracy theories himself. Do you see all that stuff they could do, and that was 20 years ago. Dick Gregory swears that Michael Jackson died from a laser that came out of the sky and penetrated his brain. Wouldn't that be incredible? Not only that, but we know that there are satellites in the sky. So, when I see these SUV's stalking me on the street, my mind goes right to the Feds. It's either the FBI or someone, skilled in the art of brainwashing and skillful at manipulation. In fact, these people trolled me on national television using the Wendy Williams Show and Dr. Phil.

I see these white SUV's and then I don't see them. I surely will never say that it's the work of Steve Wittebort, because that would hold a different set of ramifications. When they think that I'm having a temper-tantrum about the SUV's they get more intense. I do get annoyed, because they run out in front of me while I'm driving down the street or a white plow-truck follows behind me one snowy afternoon, when I was on my way to turn in a textbook. But to just see one on the street, I don't care, there are white SUV's in America. They sell them everyday. Why would I believe that any of them are following or harassing me? I don't...And never will. I mean, other than this blog.

They believed that I would never talk about the White SUV's, because it involves a married man. Please, every time I walk out the grocery store and there is one sitting, illegally, in a handicap spot so that I can see it or that Chevy emblem in my rear view mirror, I just laugh and shake my head. I'm enjoying my life, I'm in school, helping people and getting back to normal. I haven't been home this long since 2004, when I first went to prison, for something I didn't do.Plus, when Judge Matthews let me off probation early, she said she didn't want to see me anymore. So, I keep my nose clean. These people are obviously after Steve. They feel that he has somehow taken money out of their hands, and they can't buy that new vintage corvette. Because I'm not letting them trying to pimp me go. I'm not stopping, until it all stops and everybody knows all about it. That "Blue-Wall" must have some loose bricks in it! That, however, is not my problem.

Always in my rearview! 

The Police II: Fast Food

I like fast food. My favorite fast food is McDonald's. There is a McDonald's at the corner of Woodward and South Blvd. It's been there for over 20 years now, but I never really liked going there. It's kinda nasty and in the beginning, they would run out of filet-o-fish and hash browns. I knew it was from one of three things. They were either giving so many away that the computer couldn't count or they were being stolen or they were eating it. Either way the computer they use to ship food orders didn't have an accurate account of what had been sold. Everything is run by computers these days. It's a system that runs through what is rung through the register. If it's not rung in the register at the point of sale, it can't be counted. If it's not counted, the distribution center can't send the right amount to replace what was sold. 

You start with 10 patties, you sell 3 and you give 5 away. You only have two in the store, but the distribution center thinks you have seven, and only send three, and replace the three that were sold. The five you gave away haven't been counted, because they never went through the system. Inventory, is high tech now, and owners know when they are losing money quicker today, then "back in the day." I used to work fast food 30 years ago, when I was 15. My first job was at Burger King. The one that sat at Telegraph and Square Lake Road in Bloomfield Hills. We stole anything that wasn't nailed down. It seemed normal, but it was wrong. That store closed many years ago. There is a drive-thru scam that still goes on, even today. That scam can close a new business quick.

People come up to the drive-thru and order their food. Only the person ringing the order doesn't ring the order, but tallies it in their head. In fact, my friends back 30 years ago knew the prices for every item on the menu. They could add them, with tax, in their head. Whoever said that we were dumb? Cashiers, would get as close to their real total, as they could get, without using the register. One day, they actually had a competition, about who could get an order to the nearest dollar. I won't tell you who won. It's an old game, and owners have gotten hip to the scam. First, they added a second window. That broke up the transaction. It worked, but they got around that. Then they bought these tallying machines that hung outside the first drive thru window. It told you your total. You would pick-up your order at the next window, where no money is exchanged and only food is passed through the window. It's actually a good idea, because it puts several people involved in one transaction. Lowering the chance for corruption.

It didn't work, because everyone has to be involved in it anyway. See, in fast-food restaurants, there are these little TV's sets over the food boards, where your sandwiches are made. When the food goes through the register, it comes up on the these little screens. If the people at the drive-thru aren't ringing up the food, because they are stealing the money, nothing comes up on the screen and no food will be made. It's the job of the people expediting the order to listen to know what is being said over the speaker and get the right food. Those making the food need to listen too, in order to know what sandwiches to make. This is especially true at Burger King, where you can "Have it the way you want it." If the person running drive-thru pisses off the person making the sandwiches, then they can go home broke for the night, because the only thing needed to be said is, "I'm not making nothing that don't pop up on that screen!"

You don't get a receipt, because they haven't rang the order. Everything is synchronized with those who are working the drive through and boards. All the person getting the order, the expediter, has to remember is what drinks and fries to gather up and put in the bag. So, it a four man team. Five, if there is two people working boards. Now, you know why the drive-thru speaker is so loud when you go into the store and they repeat your order several times.. Everyone has to hear the order, so they know what food to make and get your order right. Plus, drive-thru has time restrictions. They have to move quickly. I know we had three minutes to get an order out.That's why you can go to a fast food joint and your order is all wrong, because somebody couldn't keep everything straight in their head. That person doesn't get more than a few chances, before they start working cleaning the dining room or working the dine-in register.

At the McDonald's on Woodward and South Blvd., they broke the little machine that tallies your order on the outside. It's broken, and can't be used anymore. So, your total no longer shows up there, and you get your total from the cashier. Drink are supposed be made automatically through the register. Your not supposed to be able to make a drink, without it going through the register, and that includes water. That is broken, too. It's either broken or they ring the drinks and nothing else, because their is always a way around everything. And it's not just the Black folk, it goes on all around Oakland County, and in the White neighborhoods, with White folk, too. I'm just concentrating on this store for several reasons. One they serve me nasty food, the store is usually nasty and that girl who got killed in that Facebook murder was there, before she got killed.

It's a den for the ex-Pontiac Police and now Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I can't go to any fast food place around here without being targeted. I have no idea how they know who I am. I know that I'm followed, everywhere I go. They are obsessed, and that is probably the reason why. My brother claims it's my smart phone that lets them know exactly where I am, because it has GPS. I don't know, but I'm known, and they always make sure they give me my receipt. It not only that I get my receipt, but my food can be old and stale, cold and tasteless and at that ghetto ass McDonald's down the street, half-done, inedible and just plain bad. That place is Pontiac Police Central.

Believe it or not, unless he has sold it, I know the man that owns it. He bought a treadmill from me at Sears. He is a Black man. When I would go in there and there was no fish, no hash browns and the dining room looked like a tornado went through it, I felt so sorry for him. African-Americans in our community always talk about what the White man does to them. Hold them back and make it so hard for them. They make it hard for themselves. Here a Black man has bought a franchise, gave them a job and they are robbing him blind. Smoking crack in the backroom and allowing their friends to eat for free. The police tell them that I think I'm so much better, and that I like White people. They are simple  minded, but know nothing but jealousy and greed. If they weren't messing with my food, I wouldn't care one bit.They see me as a way to end their "good thing", because I'm uppity and think I'm White. But they know they are Black and still can't do better?

Truth is I was them. I was a low-down thief that would take anything that wasn't nailed to the floor. These young people don't even know that they aren't going anywhere, yet. They have no idea that life isn't going to take them  anywhere, but either to an early grave or jail. We know what happens in jail. They think I'm their enemy, but in reality, I wished that I could help. Beat them in the head and tell them to go to school, get an education and make a way for themselves. They think it's too hard. It's just that they never were taught the mind-set that leads them to success. They were always taught to "get over" and not work hard to succeed. The White man this and the White man that. They were never taught self-responsibility and self-actualization. Just "take, take, take, take," as much as you can. It don't work, but it's all they know. I fight for their health and ability. The ability to not be sold and treated like less than a person.

But the police, the sick and sorry police that are going to use them and turn them out, block their blessings. They tell them how many pairs of shoes I have in my closet, that I'm in college and that I like White people and it sets off a mindset that puts rocks in my food. I always go to the McDonald's on Telegraph and they're no better. None of them have an ounce of class or decorum. I wished these people were more like me. That they knew that living your life stealing and participating in organized crime with the police won't work. Obviously if the police need free food, they have problems of their own.  Because I still believe, somebody at that restaurant, let Paul McDougall know that girl was at that McDonald's. It was a set up, to make him look good. That's why he rode behind them without turning on a siren or honking a horn or doing something to stop that high speed chase. That could have saved that girl's life. But he did nothing...Sad, just sad!

Below is a piece of nasty chicken I got from the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Opdyke in Pontiac. Oh yeah, this is what comes in my boxes:

Of course, I don't go there to eat anymore. Things might happen to my food that I can't see. If your in to it with the police, this might happen to you, too. Know when stuff like this happens, it could be them. McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Popeye's, Church's/White Castle in Pontiac, Bloomfield Hills, Waterford, Keego, or Auburn Hills it's the same old thing.

The Police II: Influences

Since I began my blogs, I've talked about places that I've worked, and things I know about the police. People believe that the police are so great. If the police are my friends, then I'm good. This usually comes from their snitches. Snitches that they set-up at different jobs, in order to steal and cause conflict. I remember, when I was working for Girl Scouts. Before, any of this even started. My boss wanted me to stop coming to work. She was a thief that tried to convince me that I had stolen $1,000 in Girl Scout cookie money. Like all rackets in Pontiac, the police had a hand in it. Nothing went on in Pontiac that the police didn't know. And she had wanted them to prevent me from going to work.

So, when I challenged her, suddenly the children down the street, started throwing rocks at my car and breaking my windows out. When they got older, they came to work at Sears. I have also, written in my blog that Sears and the Summit Place Mall was their own private mall. Where they shopped, their momma's worked, their wives and snitches, too. It was a free for all. They have Great Lakes Crossing that way, now. As a cop that uses drugs, spending money on clothes and groceries, is a grave misfortune. Employing these kids to knock out my windows was just another job. And they did a good job.  Both side windows were gone, and they tried to knock out the front window, but it was hard. They were only seven and eight years old and couldn't throw that hard. Thankfully, my brother gave me another car, and they weren't going to dare touch his car.

So, we know that they have a prostitution ring that spans Oakland and Wayne Counties. What I haven't told you is the influence they have on your everyday life. Things that you would never imagine they could have an affect on in your life. I never knew the extent of the reach of those involved with the corruption in Oakland County. At first, I concentrated on the city of Pontiac, and our police department. Since Michael Bouchard muscled his way into being the sheriff of our city, I see the full extent of his hold on things and the influence the police have on the dark side of things. I'm going to name names, of course. If I didn't, my blog wouldn't be worth reading. You have to know, and I have to make you understand that this is serious and very real.

I joined Genisys Credit Union in 1995, when it was Truck and Coach Credit Union (T&C). As a little girl, I would ride pass there, and see the cylinder shaped window and hoped to one day, be able to go in there and do my business. I was very proud of my beige card and later my debit card. I knew the girls who worked there, on Friday's it was packed and they still got you out in a reasonable time. These days, it's a ghost town, and you wait longer in line with three people in line than you did with 23. My mother went in there with my little beige card and the woman behind the counter took a pair of scissors and tore it up. Told my mother it was nothing.

One of the big things with these "men" is that I run in their circles. I mean, I'm banking at the same institution as they do. There should be a great divide between them and me. Even if they are one step from the cheese line themselves. It helps them if I'm walking, jobless and ignorant. So, they keep me from getting a job. They interfere with my education any chance they get. What they've done to my "new" car is senseless. Broken tail lights, scratches in my interior, nicks, scratches and tried to pull my bumper right off the frame.They go in my car, steal things one day and put them back the next. I have an alarm on my car, but the police who are targeting me are criminals and work closely with criminals. I saw on television where crooks can steal cars with special fobs that can unlock doors and disarm security systems. Like my credit union debacles, they've always wanted me to believe that it was Steve Wittebort doing these things.

On Saturday, September 16, 2017. I wrote a check to the State of Michigan for my tab on my car. Monday morning, September 18, I looked in my account to check that money I had transferred to my Genysis account had arrived. It was money that would cover that check. It hadn't, but the check that I wrote on Saturday, had cleared and I had a bounce check fee. How that could have happened is a miracle. Checks don't clear in 24-hours, and Sunday is a non-working day. That check wasn't even supposed to have made it to clear the State's system. To have reached my financial institution was impossible, but the credit union insisted it was a good transaction. I can recall a few years back, a man was at the credit union. This is after it changed from T&C to Genisys. I'm sure there was corruption back then, but there was so many people that it was consumed in the may-lay of a day. Anyway, I overheard a man talking to a product specialist. That's what they call customer service tellers there. He was very upset, explaining how they had made a mistake and all of his bills weren't paid on time.

He said, "My check goes into this account, every time I get paid, but this month, it went into this account." He reach across the desk and showed the woman the paper. He pointed to his statement and showed the money had been going into the account for five or six years. Suddenly, it's going into this other account. He was livid, because he was late with his car payment. That is a negative on your credit report, plus he had to pay all his bills that month manually. Lights, gas, credit cards; everything. It was a great inconvenience. He was really upset. I was in there, because several checks had bounced. I was stressed out, because I had been checking my account and when I checked I had the money, but checks were clearing late. Checks that I had written weeks before hadn't cleared. Checks for department stores and grocery store, were being held up. It was very disheartening.

Last spring, they held my mother's account up for four days. My cousin who works for the Federal Reserve told me that they have to release your funds. I had deposited the money that day, at the credit union's main branch. When I went to make the purchase on-line it said non-sufficient funds. But Genisys, held her account, because it was a favor for the police, and they make their own rules. And when the woman Terri Volmer, head of some department, called our home, she told me that she had a problem with me. Because it was my mother's account and I was speaking for her. I had a problem with them, because my mother thought I had pocketed her cash. She was very nasty. Moriah, at the main branch in Auburn Hills, expressed herself as if I was beneath her. The tellers who blocked my mothers account were laughing at me and felt they were somehow superior to me, because they were working with the police.

I'm quite sure they talked about me to them, and told them I was a stalker and went around telling people I was pregnant when I wasn't. Just like they did with Hersh-Beattie, the orthodontics. They love to try to make people believe that I'm this miserable character that is nobody and nothing, because that's who they wish I was and who they are. If I was nothing, if these women were smart, they would ask them: "Why are you trying to give her such a hard time?" If I don't matter, and I'm nothing, plus crazy. There has to be something about her that is special, because you just spent a portion of your day, to disrupting her life and try to make her miserable.

But these women are stupid and looking for a husband. For some reason people like to hear bad things about other people. These "men" thrive on that and use people's jealousy and own self-loathing to manipulate and connive. It's amazing how people so quickly run to folly and their willingness to do bad things. And if the police need you or you are a threat. They will find something about you and blackmail you or contrive a situation that puts you in a bad light and then blackmail you. Who better than a cop, because most people trust them and believe the things that they say.. I had a woman spend five hours telling me what a great catch Steve is. No, I'm a catch and he's an arrogant asshole. Who lies when it's convenient. Anyway, it's just a shame, how these people get stuck on titles and badges and being able to say they know a cop or that he's their "boy"friend.

The police's influence spans all across this county. Financial institution, like the credit union, can help further their cause. When you are able to show your influence to you snitches, through loans and new accounts at a credit union, you can build their confidence in your ability to do things for them. And then, they will be more willing to help you get the things done that you need done. I see there are plenty of Hispanics that go in the credit unions for loans, and accounts. They could be legal or illegal. I remember that woman at the Secretary of State who used to get illegals State identification cards. She was on probation for stealing the money bag three times from the State. I was talking to product specialist that has been there for years. Since I could remember, and I'm sure she holds a lot of secrets.

I was telling her I was having trouble with the police, and she started to name them by name. Asking me, "Which one is it?" I told her that she wouldn't know him. The next time I came in, she was distant and aloof. I was shocked, because she was always so talkative in the past. I just figured she asked her "friends" at OCSD about me and why I had problems with them and they gave her an ear full. They love to run people down, no matter who you are, because that lifts these "men" up. In their own eyes. I can just imagine what they do at the credit union with other people's money. Because I somehow lost $500 in 2016, right around Christmas time. All those old men that come in there, confused and needing help with their accounts. I can just imagine they leave out with their accounts just a little lighter.

The manager, is well dressed and seems to be oblivious to anything, except if her shoes match her blouse. She leaves the work up to "the girls", and she just "dress and rest". If you don't believe me, just go in there and watch. She's the tall lady with the heels and spiked asymmetrical cut. Her conceit is just ripe for these "men" who want to assert their power to people who are influenced by their position. I'm keeping my membership, and even if they refuse to aid me in my dilemmas and try to talk to me like I'm nothing. I'm not leaving until I'm ready. The FDIC needs to get involved and make them do right, instead of letting the police ruin people's experience and run the business in the ground. Because nobody deals with them anymore, due to poor service, lack of professionalism and corruption.