NAACP...I gotta go!

I am on a mission to do what I heard Victoria Osteen say on Steve Harvey. She said, "Be who you are, and not who they say you are". Up until the moment she said that, I thought her husband was a crooked preacher that talked to slow. When he didn't open the doors to his church for the people of Houston, I was convinced that I had every reason to not like the man. It's so easy to write-off the rich. Being rich is the best reason in the world for a person that grew up poor and is still poor. Then the day came that I saw his wife sitting talking to Steve Harvey, who has also been a challenge to understand. It's just so hard to like a man that said he would do anything for money. But then came that day and Mrs. Osteen. She was very classy and spoke very well, and said the one thing she wanted for us, is to understand who we are in the world. I've been told that I am a lot of things and many of them are not true, so when she told me to be who I was, for once I could do something without trying. Tuesday I found out the difference between a rich man and a powerful man. Some men want to be rich. Just enough to live well forever, but then some men want the right to control an entire portion of a nation with their wit and cunning. That man needs no money, POWER is a greater drug than money in most cases and it's scary.

Wendell Anthony
President Detroit Chapter NAACP

I saw a flyer for a Black Legislative Caucus and NAACP Conference in Lansing. Wanting to get involved with prison reform, this event would be perfect. The Governor would be there. More importantly the Lt. Governor Garlin Gilchrist would be there. She just put him over a new committee to help with prison reform. It didn't say anything about having to be a member of the NAACP in order to attend. It just said that you had to RSVP. I did and took off to Lansing on Tuesday morning. I got there check-in and took a seat. I sat alone, because honestly, I didn't know a soul there. I was simply following Mrs. Osteen's advice and being myself. After a while, Wendell Anthony, President of the Detroit Branch of the NAACP joined me. I was pleased, because I had been wanting him to be on my side with my troubles with the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I doubt if that will happen now, because, although Reverend Anthony is a dynamic speaker and preacher, he's a politician that is power hungry and lacks couth and decorum. When Tim Skubick was there, a newsman and political analyst, he shared his face with me and allowed me to take photos as they talked. I wasn't there for Tim Skubick. I wanted to listen to and meet Garlin Gilchrist the Lieutenant Governor of Michigan. He was to speak write after lunch. I was stoked and ready for the opportunity. Only there was Rev. Wendell Anthony and his entourage. A bunch of "importance seekers" who felt their very existence was improved with the addition of Rev. Anthony in their lives. I couldn't blame them, because I was honored that he sat with me at the table, but I was there first!

He faced me and allowed me to get a picture with Tim Skubick.
I wonder why? He must think he knows something I don't.  🤷‍♀️

The new Executive Director Kamilia Landrum, stood and announced she was going to get her lunch. She expressed the reason why is that she doesn't eat "lunch meat". John E. Johnson, Director of the Black Legislative Caucus, had ordered box lunches. One woman in line compared them to the lunches they give to the kids in the summer lunch program. Rev. Anthony asked "Where'd Kamilia and them go?" He answered himself and said, "Oh, probably to get a real sandwich". I chuckled, but couldn't believe a man of his caliber would be so uppity." He said it with no concern for my hearing his snide remark. I guess he just didn't care. I sat and ate my turkey sandwich on white bread, chips and grape juice. I was a beggar, and "beggars can't be choosers." To move my car at this point, might have meant having to find a new parking lot and possibly more money. I don't eat white bread, but it wouldn't kill me to do it. Plus, I know nothing about Lansing. What if I got lost? I might miss Lt. Gilchrist speak. Rev. Anthony gave a lovely speech, and it wasn't unusual, most men of his esteem can give a formative speech on a dime. He moved me to the point that I gave out a shout of "Hallelujah!" "Fight until you win", and I've been doing that! He never looked at me, acknowledged my existence or even smiled. As the city leader came up to him and shook his hand and stood before me, and also never acknowledged me, all men, I simply sat quietly. I also don't have to buck for my position. I have none.

This is my view of Rev. Anthony with Lt. Gov. Gilchrist.
See the slight?

Finally, it was time for Lieutenant Gilchrist. At the same time, in walks Rev. Anthony's daughter, two young men, and Kimilia. They began passing out food around the table. I had finished mine and just watch the rudeness and pathetic show of superiority with these people, "My people", Black people. No one asked me if I wanted anything. No one even spoke to me, just slid food in front of me like I just didn't exist. While Gilchrist began his speech, they sat with me and began to eat. Rev. Anthony's daughter like she hadn't eaten in days. A grown man, with the chivalry of a dog, lifted his fork and looked at me like I was wanting of his meal. I took video of all the other speeches. This one, however, the one I wanted was disrupted by hungry members of the NAACP. I began taping, but his daughter sat next to me and shoveled food, making noise with her tray, as that grown man blocked my view. They pushed my papers and purse around trying to replace the lid on one of their food trays. Anthony's daughter fought with a lid for a good five minutes in my space, never looking at me, saying "Excuse me", or anything. Just privileged and a sad case of disrespect. They had laid a smorgasbord in front of Rev. Anthony. He ate some, but then shared the rest with the Representative of Ypsilanti. Where the Women's prison is located.  

This is a snippet of what I had to look at while I listen to Lt. Governor Gilchrist. You see the grown man and Anthony's daughter look at me and through me, it was like I wasn't even there!

The first person who sat next to me was a woman named LaToya. She had a tiny laptop with a screen that was cracked from the top, and spread out over the entire screen. I got up at one point and used the restroom. I saw our next speaker, who was running late, while I was out. When I got back to the table, I had said, "I saw our next speaker. She should be on soon!" LaToya nodded and gave me a crack of a smile. I was shocked, because when she first sat down, she had smiled and gave me a warm reception. The only difference now, is that the rest of the entourage had joined us. I was sitting at the edge of an inner aisle. The wait-staff had come to take our trash. She passed the trash right across me and never gave me one, "Excuse me." When I got tired of tray, after box and more trash crossing in front of me so close to my person, I reached out and took the empty pot pie tray. I said, "Here let me help you." She whispered a "Thank you", and Kinilia looked up from her compact and shook her head furiously, "No!" I thought, "So, it is personal." I knew none of these people. I was so frustrated by now, their rudeness was beyond inconsiderate at this point. At one time during the conference, Rev. Anthony's daughter and Latoya had passed a tray in front of me, and sat it on my paperwork and was making an attempt to close it. My papers were being ruffled and thrown all over the table. To stop the disturbance, I reached out and gently took my papers and declared, "Let me get these out of your way." It was clear to me that purpose was to disturb me, because his daughter, after LaToya gave up on closing the lid, spent another couple of minutes closing the lid. Not in front of her, but in front of me, in my space. The noise was so unnecessary, all I heard was the crunch of a plastic, trying to be clamped on aluminum. Rev. Anthony sat quietly, and let his entourage take care of his "light weight". I don't think she has had a class in decorum, either.

So, he knew who I was and was making a claim to all I want. His entourage was blocking my view and in someway trying to make me feel left out. He obviously didn't get the memo. I am drug free all my life. Black folk been trying to get me to do crack since I was 10. I travel to the beat of my own drum. To the man that invite Kid Rock to speak at an NAACP Dinner, is not someone I strive to emulate. Wendell Anthony is a powerful man, but he isn't as powerful as the man I serve. I'm sure I'm going to alienate Delta Sigma Theta, but I've always been an individual. That show of narcissism was lost on me. All it did, was give me something to talk about. To me, Wendell Anthony is Black folks L. Brooks Patterson! So power struck, they can't stand to step aside and give someone else a chance to move us into the future.  I don't like Brooks and I don't like Anthony. His display was just sad and unbecoming a man of his stature. He surely thinks he has a hold on my progress.

Heaster Wheeler
Assistant Secretary of State
a.k.a
Wendell Anthony's eating buddy

I'll be the Judge: Rogue One

It has been a long run so far for the Mayor of Pontiac, the Honorable Deirdre Waterman. Every year this time, budget time, it gets even more crucial. This is the time that the crooked Council-people etch out the places they want to hide their money. The money that doesn't belong to them, but belongs to the people of Pontiac. They make these accounts that they pillage throughout the year. That's why it was vital that the Mayor has a Finance Director, before the fiscal year began. Finance is not Accounting, but they are closely related. Accounting does what it says, it counts the money, but through these accounts that have specific numbers they are known by. Finance is getting money from different sources. This year the Mayor is planning to sell bonds that will help her rebuild our Phoenix Center. But the money she accumulates will become a part of the accounting system of the City. They have a link to Plant Moran, but the Finance Director is another link to the funds. These funds, are then linked to accounts created for the books. Once the money is allocated to a specific department, they become a part of the City's accounting system. Over the years, with the help of the Finance Director, I believe, the crooked Council Members created fake accounts that they pillage. This new man that the Mayor wants to hire is a scholar of epic proportion. The one thing that he is good at counting is grant money. Grant money is easy to steal. It's just sitting there waiting to be appropriated, and it can easily be misappropriated, because most of the time the citizens don't even know it is there.   

Hughey Newsome

Hughey Newsome is a graduate of Harvard School of Business, which says a lot to me. He also has a Master's from Stanford, and a Bachelor's from University of Arkansas. I believe that he also has a PhD in crooked politicians after his tenure in the Flint government. I don't fully understand the reasoning behind him leaving one problem city to work for another. Because the City Council in Pontiac refuse to acknowledge his existence. Even if they don't the Mayor sits him at the panel with everyone else who is a part of her administration. I believe that she is getting his expert opinion on the grant situation, as well as the finances and budget situation in the City. The City is privileged to a lot of grant money, if there is an active grant writer who is good at writing grants, plus whatever grant money the City has in it's pocket over the years. This is important to a thief, because as I said, "Grant money is free money". It can even be designated for a specific program and if the accounting is "shotty" enough, you can say the money is going anywhere you want it to. Like that full-time, now part-time maintenance worker. If they make $18K a year, you can steal a portion of that every month or every two weeks, until the next fiscal year, when you appropriate it for another year. It would be the job of an accountant to know where that money is. I don't think they hired any workers to search the city for needed trash removal, illegal dumping or eyesores, because Going and Irwin sat a pile of rubble for several months. I want to know if the money John Balint gave Kermit Williams is still  in an account in Public Works. Either Payroll Payable or some Payable that is found in the DPW Accounts.

I can also tell from the current budget meetings that Kermit has a secret stash with Balint. He's not letting his fellow Council-Members know about it, either. It obviously isn't enough, because he is bucking at the Mayor with all he has. Including threatening to remove her from the Council Meeting by an Oakland County Sheriff's Deputy. They also keep bringing up court cases where they say the Mayor lost. Gloria Miller says that she has paperwork concerning the Mayor's legal troubles at Oakland County Circuit Court. That if you know anything about me, knows that it is the most corrupt system this side of the Mason Dixon. I met a man whose divorce had been in the courts 12 years. Not to mention that the Oakland County Sheriff's Department kidnapped me twice and held me, because I refused to engage in prostitution. And who systematically create fake stalking charges against me and hold me hostage for my body. So, the idea that the courts in Oakland County found that the City owes Clark-Hill a dime means nothing to me. Clark-Hill is in the process of milking Macomb County out of money for defending, the crook, Eric Smith, shamed Prosecutor in Macomb County. Citing the same lousy defense as they did with Pontiac, Smith, like Pontiac City Council, has a right to a defense. Not without approval of the Executive branch of the City. But it's the City Council of Macomb that is questioning them this time. I know for a fact Clark-Hill as a firm in Southeast Michigan has a judge that will side with them in the case.

There needs to be an investigation into Clark-Hill, too. We know that certain lawyers have a relationship with certain judges. It is those relationships that make the difference in Oakland County between a good lawyer and a bad lawyer. That's why so many people get railroaded in Oakland County, as well as other counties. If a judge wants a defendant in jail and/or prison, you go to jail and/or prison. To go against that would mean the next time your in that court you can't get any action. A lawyer who can't get any action is a bad lawyer. Especially, if you are a "court-appointed" lawyer by trade. You know, I told you about them, before. They sit in the courtrooms and pick up cases as they come up. People who fire their lawyer, hasn't been appointed one yet or for some reason an attorney wasn't made available to them. Since most of those who are been charged with a crime is poor, most of them don't have the funds to hire an attorney. It doesn't matter if you're a hire lawyer or court-appointed, the same rules apply. Those who can afford not to sit in a courtroom and peddle for clients are diverse. Clark-Hill is a shark. Kermit Williams got a cut of that $94K. He never even told his own council that he was speaking with an attorney. The city hadn't hired them, how could they get paid? They couldn't, but the judge has the last say and Oakland County is the most corrupt... I don't want to be redundant.  

The last time the Council sued the Finance Director. Now, they are forcing the Mayor to go rogue and hire Newsome, regardless of their vote. All the Council can do is request that she not hire him. They can't make her do anything. This man is qualified, and the Council doesn't give a reason why they refuse to hire him. But I guess they don't owe the citizen any explanation. What I think the real problem is that they feel they don't owe the Mayor an explanation. The Mayor has a right to hire who she wishes. I beg for the people of District 7 to recall Kermit Williams. It's the only way to move the city forward without so much strife. He is a money grabbing freeloader on the back of Pontiac citizens. He is slowly going broke and will get more and more mean as the months go on. The Mayor's new Finance Director can detect frauds and liars and thieves quickly. He can bring money into the City and account for every penny. That's what needs to be done. Our Council has robbed the City long enough. They claim that mismanagement sent us into receivership. No, it was embezzlement and accounting tricks that sent us into receivership. Accounting is all done on paper, and there doesn't have to be one cent in the bank to "fix the books" to make it look like you have a balance budget and are in the "Black" and not the "Red". Recall Kermit Williams...

Since I started my recall efforts, I've been targeted. In fact, I was targeted before this. When I began to attend budget meetings last year. The effort is being made to make the City funds Kermit Williams own private piggy bank. With the help from the corrupt Oakland County Judicial System, he will always win. He used the same system to try and keep me out of City business. I have my blog and will reach as many people as I can and watch the budget meetings on TV. The trucks he has trying to run me off the road on Paddock (allegedly) won't deter me either. It will just help expose more of the corruption in Pontiac. Remember, it's all about the money.

https://www.facebook.com/lesley.stanley.522/videos/2912426738783986/

Watch the progress Williams has made in his district.

RIP Mrs. Taylor

Yaktownlaisly and other stuff: Caro...Real Cray-Cray

Yaktownlaisly and other stuff: Caro...Real Cray-Cray: I arrived at Caro in October of 2014. It was my fourth charge and I was tired. This place would be my greatest challenge. I would be su...

Caro...Real Cray-Cray

I arrived at Caro in October of 2014. It was my fourth charge and I was tired. This place would be my greatest challenge. I would be subject to abuse that I had never experienced, and hear some of the most horrific stories I have heard. When I got there, I made quick friends and became part of a little clique. We sat together, watched television and played cards together. We were kind of coupled up, which was a bad thing, because my partner was having sex with two of the security personnel, Kim and Shannon. Kim was butch-like and Shannon was tall and slim and wore her tight pants rolled up at the ankles. She liked my partner more than Kim did. Kim walked around like she didn't care that we sat together, ate together and sat on the bus together. Shannon was different. She would stand and pout. Eventually, they told us that we had to stay six feet away from one another. I didn't mention that he was White, and Kim was White and so was Shannon. Most of the people at Caro were White and ran that place like an asylum, but we had all the freedom possible to do whatever we wanted.

Many people don't know this, but mental institutions in Michigan don't have to be segregated. Men and women can live in the same unit, but not in the same room. At Caro, there were four rooms in one unit. Two rooms for men and two for women. After you get permission to move to a segregated unit, you finally live peacefully. Most of the staff is involved with either the patients or one another. I began a writing crusade that caused me to get a cocktail of psychotropic medication. Whatever it was it knocked you out. When I woke up, my partner was always sitting there waiting for me to awaken. When I did, I wasn't allowed back in my room, because of Sam. Sam, was a great big dyke that wanted to have sex with me. She badgered me constantly, and wanted me to know she wanted me. My mother sent me a box of food. They opened it, smashed my chips and candy. Stole my stamps, so I couldn't report them and all of their madness. 

We had a cook that prepared our food. She was also a White woman hated that my partner would sit with me when we ate. One time, we were having ham, baked potatoes and broccoli. She had over baked my potato, and poked all these holes in it so it was dry. Then they filled his plate with two slices of ham, a huge baked potato and two large trees of broccoli. They stood looking at him and and he never looked up from his plate. Sam, Shannon and the cook. Previously they had done something similar with my pot pie and he traded food with me. That night, fear was all I could feel from the man sitting next to me. I also ate in silence. The six feet sanction started soon after that. My cocktail of shots ended, too. Shannon's nurse friend, afraid, because she had begun giving me shots for sneezing.  I had written the State several times, and she first went on sick leave and then went to another unit to work.

My partner, who I will now call my friend was a drug addict. He was "messing around" with another woman who was a patient there, too. She was also a prostitute. Sarah and this woman were friends. I don't know what the woman had done to get there, but she and Sarah were from Oakland County Jail. During lunch at the school, she and my friend would go back in a corner, and while the security personnel kept watch, they would have sex. Unlike sex with Kim and Shannon, she pleased him. Sex with Kim and Shannon got him perks, food, drugs and special meals. Shannon would stand in the community room and ask him, "Are you still not feeling well? Because I need to give a count for the bus ride". He would look up surprised and say, "I never said I wanted to stay back, because I was sick". He would stay behind and when we got back from evening activities, she would be standing in his door with disinfectant and a towel. I guess she had washed the evidence away. It was rumored that Sam was having sex with Shannon, too. Sam was more like a man and she looked like a monkey, with thick bushy hair in a mushroom. She was really weird looking.

We had a classic "nut case" named Brian. Brian didn't have sex with anyone, because he was crazy! I mean just a "stark raving lunatic". He went off on me twice, but my friend wouldn't let him really hurt me. One day, he got really angry and started yelling at Shannon and Sam. I just sat and pretended to watch television. He pointed at Sam and screamed, "You f*cking dyke. Stay the f*ck out of our room talking sh*t!" Then he pointed at Shannon and said, "And you, you stay out of our room trying to get him to f*ck you!" He turned and pointed at my friend and he just stared at him. Well, Sam had a conniption! She kept taking deep breaths and pacing the dining area, then she went and got the book that they wrote our reports in. Our daily "observations", eventhough she was crazier than us and power hungry. Brian could care less, he was crazy and fed up with all their bullsh*t. She slammed the book down and turned to his page and started writing. She wrote with a purpose, dotting her I's like she was stabbing Brian through the heart. Brian went in his room and slammed the door. We all had to act uninterested. I sat there with a smile on my face. My girl, the yen to Larry's yang smiled, too. 

So, when they finally broke us up, me and my girl stayed friends. There was this woman there that used to sneak food to us. McDonald's and stuff like that. Sometimes, she would bring us candy. She made us sit away from everyone and enjoy our snacks and McDoubles. I think she wanted to be our pimp. My girl was from Oakland County and had gained so much weight that they had to get her new clothes when she left. Oakland County goes into bags and steals clothes for their prostitutes to wear home or to a transfer. The guys got food and stuff, too. Charles would sit between her legs and let her braid his hair. When I gasped, he said, "Why you mad I give that old lady a thrill?" I replied, "You giving her more than a thrill." Every nurse was responsible for giving the patients their fix, like that woman gave out the fast-food. One day I was offered something in a cup that resembles a container of creamer. I said, "No thank you." My friend, however, downed his cup and went off to bed. 

At night, they have these weird one-on-ones. That's when a security person sits at a patients beside all night. It's very awkward for the other people that live in the room. At shift change, they have to tell each other what's going on. On my first night, the transition turned into a talk on a cabin in the woods and a rude brother-in-law. I turned over and asked them to be quiet that I was trying to sleep. This man that looked like "Wolf Man Jack", stood over me, and stated, "What are you going to do about it if I don't?" I looked up at him and was shocked. He was intimidating me! I turned over again and said, "Nothing." He went to his one-on-one and I tried to get some sleep, which was impossible, because he was talking to yet another co-worker telling her about his daughter's new house. You get no respect at all at Caro or any institution that I've ever been in. This was my fifth and worst.

They fight the patients, too. One woman jumped on this security lady, whose entire family worked at Caro. Her daughter-in-law came to get her dig in and tried intimidate the young woman. This woman could care less, and I think she would have fought her, too. The woman had rather large hips, after having gastric by-pass. She was kind of deformed looking, but that was her sore point. The young lady that she got into a fight with kept calling her Barbie. It irritated the security lady to no end. Every time she said something, she would start whining in a despicable sneer, "Okay, BARBIE!" One night it was just too much and she charged the girl and put her fist in her face. She never hit her, but she pushed her fist into her face. Another one of the people that worked there used to instigate fights with patients she didn't like. In jest one night, as we sat talking she said, "I tell her, grab her by the hair and beat her in the face with your fist!" She threw her hands up and stated, "She never gets it and always gets her ass kicked!" Playing devils advocate, I asked her, "Why don't you just beat her up?" She turned to me and laughed, "I have." This guy DeJaun that takes advantage of the women too naive to know he's using them, just shook his head.

DeJuan was from Flint and had made his rounds to all the Michigan mental facilities. He had killed a man and got a "Not Guilty By Reason Of Insanity" plea. They knew that he wasn't insane, but he said that some how he fooled them. He said that they are never going to let him go. Like Sarah, they had been given a gift. He wore Michael Jordan sweat suits and shoes, kept his hair cut and had all the women he wanted! Even Sarah, but they broke them up, too. Sarah is White, and DeJuan is Black. The people at Caro can't stand inter-racial relationships. You can have a relationship, but not a Black/White relationship. The White women wanted me to feel bad about who I was. I didn't need their little "Boy Toy". He laid at my feet, and I never laid at his. DeJaun and my friend had it as good as it gets. Because they were an Alpha-Males, they ran the show. DeJaun would use drugs and play chess with the Caro police, mostly every night. He wasn't like Jimmy, but like Jimmy he wasn't going home. His murder was callous and the State of Michigan wasn't letting him go. Jimmy had killed his mother, while in a psychotic state, removed the skin from her face and ate her eye-balls. They always gave "dap", because they know what their life will be like; forever. 

Man, those were tough times at Caro, but hilarious, too. I went out in the common area and saw one of my roomies having sex with this fat dumpy arse of a man. The activities director caught my old roomie, bent over "doing it" in the theater. The thing is, they fought every morning when we got off the bus. I guess it's true what they say. I know what you're thinking, but I never indulged. I was too busy taking notes and trying to get people to tell me stories. It's been a while, and I know they still running a whorehouse/sex den. I'm still reeling from my bunky sleeping naked and trying to crawl into my bed. Having night terrors and standing up and just peeing all over the floor. But hey, that's life in a mental institution...

Fieger Law...Song and Dance?

Geoffrey Fieger

I got a rejection letter from the Fieger Law Firm, today. I called them last week, because I wanted help with my situation. I have contacted them several times over the last 20 years. I have never gotten a invitation for a interview or meeting with an attorney. Then, I suddenly realized the reason that I am having all of these problems. Oakland County Sheriff's Deputies are running a prostitution ring out of the jail's clinic. That means that men are buying sex. Who runs Fieger Law? I bunch of men. I always knew that men from Oakland County's administration bought women, and that lawyers knew that their clients were going to the jail to prostitute. Some of the lawyers would put money in their accounts, because more than likely, their clients were paying them with sex. I was just so naive to believe that Fieger's commercials were true. That he was a good and honest litigator that worked for the people, wasn't going to give in to the system's evil ways. He was different and would help his clients without money, unless he won.

Boy, I was really stupid and know now that a man is a man. I can't say that Mr. Fieger is buying sex in the clinic at the Oakland County Jail's (OCJ), but someone there is. My case is a classic harassment case. None of the people involved can ever say that I threatened them, which is the core of a stalking case. The idea that it took nearly two years to get access to phone records, when you can access those in less than a day. A woman from the phone company told me that she could have those records in seconds if she had the correct phone number. Getting them to me would be a matter for the US Mail. In fact, I know that Jeff Buchmann, received my record in the Chief case within three days, saw that the Chief had lied and ignored the records and put them away. For 18 months they claimed that it wasn't that easy and that they were having a hard time retrieving the records to the Pontiac Police Department. They sent me their phone bills, when any cop worth his weight in pennies knew exactly what I needed, and it wasn't phone bills. When my attorney asked the prosecutor for the records in discovery they should have produced them, but not in Oakland County.

Any attorney who was for anything good, could easily win a lawsuit. Unless they were engaged in soliciting prostitutes from the jail. I can remember the woman we called Naomi. She was tall and thin and when she came up the stairs naked, with nothing but a shirt on, Laura Z. cried out. Oh my God, look, she looks just like Naomi Campbell! I came to my door and looked out and saw a woman coming up the stairs with long legs, smooth black skin and deep bounce curls. Where I lived, it was solitary confinement where they put the prisoners that start trouble. That's how I had gotten there, and when they locked "Naomi" in her cell, we called her to asked why she was in our pod. She claimed that a deputy brought her over, because she's slammed her cell door. She slammed her cell door, because he refused to give her a new pair of pants. She had messed her pants, because she was on her period and through the night made a mess. She said the deputy told her it wasn't his fault she didn't wear panties. When he asked where her panties were, she got angry and slammed her door. Now, she lived with us. We got her tampons and toilet paper, I gave her a used bar of soap. I thought that important to her situation. The deputies, knowing her problem left and said they would send up a trustee with toilet paper, pads and tampons later. "Sit on the toilet! We got you!" Someone screamed from their door. They called out to the inmate on their walk.

"Here, go give this to 22!" They walked down the stairs got the tampons and toilet paper. Others offered more and she yelled back to us her thank yous. There was a lot of cross talk, and it was mainly about her lawyer. Her cousin, supposedly, used her name and had a warrant. She had been arrested for that. I wondered why she needed a lawyer. All that needed to happen is that she give her finger prints and go home. Nope, she had a little case she had to take care of. She came to me and showed her proof that she had money. She was to buy all of us hot food when it came. It seems her lawyer had sent her $50. She also told me that she would buy me a bar of soap. She spoke of her lawyer more like a friend than an attorney and he seemed to be a friend. My lawyer would never give me anything. He thought, because I was their for stalking the Chief that I had screwed half the police force. He asked me, "Who else have you been with?" I looked at him like he was crazy and replied, "I haven't been with none of them!" He was flirty, too. Would raise his eye brows and look at me funny. I wasn't interested. I thought his flirting was just because he was old. He got sick and I got a new lawyer that had always seemed like there was something else. I can't explain it, but I was lost. I knew they were prostituting by now, but not with their lawyers. I started understanding why some of the women could get their lawyers to write motions and have court on the spare of the moment.

I guess Geoffrey Fieger's lawyers aren't any different, or maybe even Fieger. I went to court in 2017 and I couldn't fight the lawyers off me. They walked passed me and smiled. Walked towards me after a meeting at the bench and smiled a coy little smile and nodded. I was shocked, because I had never gotten any litigators who acted like that. They usually never made eye contact or anything. These men were acting like ambulance chasers that smelled a slip and fall. No, I got a good case and that proved it for me. My case is simple and easy to win. I just haven't gotten to the right lawyer, yet. Fieger talks a good game, and even tried to convict a fellow lawyer of sexual harassment. What would make a man that is supposed to be so big on Women's Rights, turn my case down? It's an "open and shut case". There is no way to lose. It's not time, yet. Plus, they want to keep quiet the idea that Steve Wittebort is a liar. That makes everything a lie, because the basis for all other charges against me a lie, because they based their cases on that lie. I'm not an attorney, yet, but I am smart. Geoffrey Fieger and his team are probably guilty of soliciting a prostitute, or doing a job, with their payment being sex. Either way, they are losing out. They would lose their license, however, if it was ever found out they were doing anything like that. I'm sure those deputies tied their nuts in a sack, quickly. It's just not time...

Getting Help...

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 liked 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...

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