I Learned from the Best

 

Dallas Jordan-King

Now, you must understand. When I first heard about this I was wondering. Wondering if this guy has anything to do with the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). When I went to jail in 2002. There was a woman that went to Southfield for a couple of nights. I asked the logical question, "How does she live in the Southfield jail? It became clear to me that these women were being sent out to prostitute. Only after I discover they were selling women out the Oakland County Jail. Amy Burdette, a woman that got a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI), instead of her LIFE sentence for Open-Murder. She lived naked in one of the bam-bam rooms, and would disappear on occasion and stay gone for two or three days. So, I am aware that the women are bartered outside the jail. Where they went I have no idea. I know the five "Queens" of the Forensic Center came back one morning smelling like liquor and cigarette smoke. That place is like a fortress, and it took some skills to get all five out without sounding an alarm. All you really need is Security to look the other way and a door without a camera pointing at them. That's easy enough, when everyone is in on the scheme.

In 2013, I went back to jail after the acquittal I received just five months before. There was a bust in Southfield with three men and one woman. As soon as the woman's picture appeared on the television screen the women started to yell, "That's..." She was light skinned with this dyed blond hair. I can't find her. All the women in the pod knew who she was and said that she was a regular in the OCJ. She's probably not in prison and they deleted all Google searches concerning her. They have control of the internet and searches, too. They put information on the internet that causes me to panic or think I'm dying. Wrong phone numbers, names and information location. That woman disappearing is nothing to them. It seems to me that they are grooming inmates to become pimps and take their business to the street. I just don't understand why they use hotels in jurisdictions that aren't OCSD jurisdiction. It seems to me this young man is good at his game. The deputies aren't as persuasive. But they don't have to be, they have lighter sentences, free food and and other whores to manipulate and harass you. 

It is kinda tough out there for the deputies. COVID-19 has tricks in the house and whores off the street. They are probably turning to their alternative methods to make money. Like the "Sober House" that was featured on Fox 2 News. Being ran by Shawna Thomas, Reynolds or whatever she's calling herself these days.  Ms. Thomas and I never got along. I refused to have homosexual sex. I also think she was interested in me personally. Just like the young woman featured in Taryn Asher's report. It seems that they have their hands in quite a few dealings these days. They are trying to make up for the COVID-19 lockdown. It seems that they are starting to get sloppy. At this time, they are gearing up for "Back-to-School. Kids in college, two or three insurance payments. Their children have become accustomed to nice things and a plentiful lifestyle. COVID-19 shut all that down. I haven't seen one whore on Baldwin, especially with a mask. 

Susie Q

This is a tough one, but I know these men and women well. My theory of Susie Zhoa is the deputies wanted her to work for them. Many of the deputies become really close with inmates. Jeffery Morris is a homeless man. Or maybe she works for a deputy. And just got a bad trick. Why would a woman of her caliber go out on a date with a bum? An ugly bum at that. My first intuition is Susie was a prostitute. I know that many people will be angry that I spoke ill of the dead, but she is dead for bad choices. Why would she go to a hotel and have drinks with a bum? There is no other explanation. They went and got liquor at the liquor store and posted up for the night. Maybe she was broke and desperate COVID has all the casinos closed. What is a better place to pick up "johns" than a poker game? The idea that she is even playing was a reason a man's interest would be peeked. Asian women are notorious for mixing "business with pleasure."  Plus, OCJ always wants an Asian in their pool of women. My girl Lisa Y., was targeted for that reason. Lake Orion police loved to take her to jail, because she was bipolar it was easy, She legitimately tortured the citizens of the town. 

Susie was strong and highly independent and wanted to do things her way. Any woman that can sit at a table full of men and hold her own is fierce. Where the average woman would be afraid of Morris she was not. If she was, she took the less safe choice and paid for it in the end. Meeting him was easy. I know, because the "turnkeys" have been trying to find a new man forever. Even 20-years ago when I worked at Sears they were trying to get me hooked-up with a man that would get me to steal. I was never interested.They Even had my old work boyfriend come to the store to see if the flame was still burning. If an ember was dormant, ready to be reignited. Plus, remember, Morris is a sexual predator and talking women into a bad situation is what he does. He can sweet talk them to trust him and lose their life in the process. Just like most psychopaths, the women are taken off guard, and when Jekyll appears they are surprised. Many abused women say they live their lives trying to keep their partners alter ego at bay. Just think of the fear Ted Bundy's victim felt when he became their captive. He was handsome, but Morris looks like a bum. But he's old and harmless., so she thought. 

Maybe he asked her to help his friends. Being so strong and independent, she said "No" She didn't want to work for anyone and wanted to be in control over her own thing. When she refused, he reverted to his old ways. This is just a theory, but when I see her, I just can't think when Lisa befriended me, they got another Asian woman. Why would such a young beautiful woman be out with an ugly old man? Prostitution is all I could come up with. Being nice is not a choice, because she could have come to her house. If you go that far with a bum, being nice, might as well go all the way. I think you would be safer on your turf. You could have let a friend know what was going on. No, she was trying to get a little money. There is shame in turning "tricks" her friends don't seem to be the type to go out with old men. I would search Pontiac and find out if Susie worked our streets with. I bet you'll come up with an OCJ connection. That is all...

The last theory is that Morris did't do it at all and he's a patsy. I remember watching a show about conspiracies the show said that patsies have three names. It's true in Kennedy's assassination. If you ever watched the movie "JFK" the way Lee Harvey-Oswald was apprehended was crazy. He had been in a movie theater. How did they know he was at that movie theater at that moment? John Wilkes-Booth was a part of a larger conspiracy to murder two other high power government officials. This man's name is John Bernard Morris. This woman isn't a President of the United States, but her story is suspiciously odd. Odd, because why would a young beautiful woman be in a motel room with a homeless man? It doesn't make sense. Unless all the things I wrote are true. Knowing that the county police department are involved in a sex ring, I just feel in some way they are involved with either Susie or Morris. 

Kelly Collins

Kelly Collins Binkowski

I have never known a person so vile as Kelly Collins Binkowski. She is a prosecutor for the Oakland County Prosecutor’s Office. In January 2011, she became the prosecutor in the case against me for stalking Val Gross, then Chief of Police in Pontiac. Collins had several chances to let the charges go. My attorney the late Howard Arnkoff reminded her every time we met that she had no idea where Val Gross was. She would say every pre-trial or bond hearing that she knew where he was and once she said they spoke “all the time”. The truth is far from that. The truth when finally told, 13-months after I went to live at the Oakland County Jail, she hadn’t spoken to him in 11-months. In fact, she had to put what adds up to an "All Points Bulletin" (APB) on him. He got sick, and went to the hospital. As soon as he checked in, she got the call he was there. If he had never went to the hospital, I would have stayed in OCJ for another six months of pre-trial hearings. Just no consideration for humanity or human life and freedom. Jeff Buchmann, the detective that would go on to lie about phone records, hadn’t spoken to him either. Phone records that took my lawyer more than a year to get. Buchmann got them in three days. They showed I hadn't called Chief Gross at all, on his private line! She kept bringing up the idea that I was insane. In this case, I went to the Forensic Center twice. Ms. Collins insists that I am crazy and here’s why.

Kelly Collins, what she likes to call herself, is a White racist. I’m sure that the people in the cities she plans to be a judge in can say the same about themselves. I battled Kelly Collins for three years. I had to battle the deputies in the Oakland County Jail longer. She turned around after I beat her in the Val Gross case and charged me with stalking Steve Wittebort, again. The reason she wanted to convict me of stalking Val Gross. She brought her fellow prosecutor, Denise Brainard in the courtroom one day. Two White women angry, because I openly declared my love for a White man. My History professor told our class that we usually marry people who live in a three mile radius of where we grew up. I think I'm just about right in my declaration. I was awaiting trial on the Gross case. Both women couldn’t believe that I wasn’t going to take a dive. Many people in the system plead to stuff they didn’t do, because they did something, but not what they said they did, and just give up to go home. In neither of my latter cases did I do that. I believe in the Gross case I had seven pre-trial hearings. That's over the 180-day limit, before the Chief judge should ask for the evidence, because it's taking too long. The deputies and the higher ups involved in prostitution did not want me let go. So, my lawyer ignore the 180-day rule and I continued being tortured by the pimps in OCJ.

In 2003, Denise Brainard got a conviction, because I was "green". I had never been in any real trouble. My father had many friends in Pontiac. My father was dead, and all his friends were tied up in the game. I knew too much about too many dirty cops and I refused to play in their game. Using a bi-sexual prosecutor and a prostituting judge, I was convicted. When I violated probation, I was over sentenced and sent to prison. Kelly Collins, a White racist, never thought that I would be any better. Black’s don’t learn from their mistakes. I learned and I beat her badly. So badly, that five months after I beat her, she brought me up on a fake charge, but this time we were back to Steve Wittebort. He lied and his old friend Marogi lied, too. Kelly Collins, a White Supremacist could care less that the two detectives were lying on me. When I took a plea, out of fear of an all-White jury, she threw the book at me.  The jury I had consisted of one Black man. He was the only one that heard the lie. All the others, the White jurors, found me guilty. The Black man was the sole holdout and wouldn’t convict.

I had 17 months served. My PSI statutory limit was 14 months. My lawyer told me that Colleen O’Brien was looking to give me eight years in prison. When O’Brien gave me 18-months to 5-Years my limit was 90-days in jail, with over 35 completed that was 2004. I was punished for being in love with a White man. Wanting him and his children and a live a life less ordinary. The White women of Oakland County wanted me to understand that is not possible, even when he is a liar. Steve Wittebort’s White privilege gave him the right to lie on me. One day when leaving court, Kelly Collins went down with me on the elevator. At her stop a big Black man that I guess she knew got on the elevator. They embraced and she grinned a sneaky grin as he got on and stood next to me. I noticed his eyes. He was a dark-skinned Black man, but he had green eyes. Almost the peridot of Wittebort’s. He gave me a sly smile and I gave him the lip and smacked my mouth hard. Kelly Collins was reminding me of my place. She was introducing me to a Black man, because Steve Wittebort was a White man, I just can’t have. She was on Fox 2 News one night. 

She had kicked two Black kids out the a football game. She was their coach. I guess she wanted a volunteer credit on her list of community activities. A plus on the road to a elected official. They had decided to wear pink socks in observance of Cancer Awareness month. She found that out of order and told them that they couldn’t play. It was two little Black boys that chose to call her a racist. They felt so strongly about her being a racist that two little boys called her one on TV. I am a 49-year old woman that went two rounds with Kelly Collins. I was tortured in jail. Made to live in solitary confinement and made to feel like a criminal, when I had done nothing wrong. Five months later this woman tried to convict me on a lie. She created my blog, almost turned me against the system and against what I know is good and precious in this life. Love. Kelly Collins tried to use the system to destroy my love and she is the worst kind of monster. I am strong and I survived, because survivors survive. If I could, I’d ask you to ask David, but…

Yester Day Nightmare

I went to Walmart yesterday morning and saw a ghost. Stealing Capital of Oakland County. Pam Chambers, ex-Pontiac Police (PPD). She left, before I got home from prison in 2008. She went to Washington D.C. The City of Pontiac sent her there for some Homeland Security training and she got a new job with a local police department. She was still collecting a check from the PPD, and her new job. She hit the ultimate lick, before she lit up D.C. I know she was doing the same kind of stuff down there she did up there. You know drugs and drug dealers? I been tell the law she crooked since McDougal sanctioned her to get me she been trying to get out. Her brother Nate told her that she was dealing with "Crime Lord" Roderick "Boo" Lee, she has been trying to discredit me. Along with a deep seat lust for me on the side. They both needed to neutralize me and secure that they stay "beloved" in the eyes of law enforcement. That means that I have to be "taken care of" or "taken out", and either way, they tried it. 

Even if she helped construct a plan to ruined my life, we have never had harsh words. She always spoke to me with a smile on her face. Her sister, Herlon, is more obvious and if she don't like you, you know it. Pam is not dumb at all, and when I went to her shop, "Not Just Nails" 30 years ago, she was smiling. I was there to tell her that her brother was a dead-beat, but I wasn't going to be the kind of woman to abandon my child. She had been taking care of his first-born. I wanted her to know I'm not the type. Let me tell you that smiling faces lie and she's one of the most corrupt cops this city has ever known. She came into Sears and bought a treadmill from me. Got me about $30 commission. She was a Captain at the time. The man that she brought with her kept calling her that, when she looked over to him and asked, "Should I buy it?" I stood there, because many other crooked cops, prosecutors and county administrators had came in and did the same stit. Some even brought their wives and children.

Her daughter, Carlone, is probably 30-years old this year. I remember her at about six. She and Pam came into Concorde, back when I worked there, and she was well-behaved. She was quiet and didn't touch anything. Pam cam to the counter and spoke to me. We chatted for a while. She was talking to Michelle the towns thief. She sold all the barbers in town their stuff. She ordered from the stuff and passed it out the backdoor. No telling she was giving Pam things out the door, too. She had her nail shop, still and probably used Michelle to keep her nail polish and polish mover stocked. After we chatted Carlone did a curious thing. She broke her mother cheerful and polished banter as she left the store. She took her finger and tapped a bag of Skittles. In that moment, Pam's entire facial expression changed, her mood was a cloud over the entire builder and she reached out and touched Carlone in a mighty way. "I told you not to touch nothing," she warned her child. It was too late, anyway. As she gave the waring she gave the child a quick "pop" on the arm. The child winced, grabbed her arm and continued out the store.

I had seen the same treatment 20-years later. I was at the woman's house that braided my hair. She had a sister and a brother. The sister had two children, one was a very handsome little boy who flinch whenever the woman made a sudden move. One day we were sitting, we were talking and laughing, and the little boy stood watching us. Suddenly, he was hungry and asked for a bowl of cereal. The woman asked my briader if she had some cereal. Of course she had cereal for her nephew. He stood close to his mother, while she opened the box and poured the confections. The without warning, the little boy stuck his hand in the cereal. Again, with a sudden turn of character and personality, she slapped his hand so hard that the cereal spilled on the counter. Some cereal even fell to the floor. She started screaming profanities at the child, "What the f... is wrong with you!?!" He turned and looked me straight in the eye. Kids know, and they were standing around while she talked about me. He wanted to expose his mother as the monster she is. That's what then little Carlone was trying to do. Pam did not curse her child. She did turn into a fierce overseer that had given instruction before entering the store. What she didn't know is her child did not like her and wanted to expose her for the beast she is.

You ever heard of that song, "Smiling Faces, Sometimes"? Kids not only say the darndest things, but they do the darndest things, too. They will expose the true you, especially if they are sad, because of how you make them feel. They are innocent and need love and understanding and when they don't get it will "get" you. Even when they are not trying children expose their parents. A closet homosexual, will have a "Flamer" for a some or a "Butch" for a daughter. They lay out who you can't be to the world, by being who they are in public. You can no longer lie. You can no longer smile yourself away. You have been exposed by someone you have helped make and raise, fed and guided through the life you are trying to manipulate and cheat. But...God. Karma is a B-I-T! It is hard and longsuffering. This woman was a nightmare for me in the middle of the day. Her eyes got wide when she saw me and I had no effect. I had just met the devil in the aisle and didn't flinch. I have already won. There was no need to fear.

Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.

James 2:19

My SUV...

Lately, I've walked out of a store and there is a car following me. A car or SUV, newer model with tinted window. I have tinted windows. My car has been the target of these police fags from the beginning. I can recall a time that I bought a brand new Escort, and moved. There was no reason for my car to be repossessed. I had paid my car payment and was up-to-date. I had moved out of my mother's house and into my own apartment. I had not informed Ford Motor credit. Since my payment wasn't behind, I said that I would get to it later. This was 1995, and I had a job working at Sears. After a few years, they claim that Ford had targeted Blacks in the area. It had something to do with Mel Farr. Who had mysteriously disappeared; God rest his soul. I don't believe that. I left that apartment. I started work at HQ (Home Quarters) out at Miracle Mile. My brother bought me a new, used car after about six months. He couldn't take the grind of taking my mother to work. That allowed me to leave the crummy job at the pharmacy and liquor store, Concorde. I then went to work at HQ, because they paid me two whole dollars more. That's where I ran into the police thieves. They are a gang of thieves I told you about. At HQ in 1996, they were stealing play sets, with slides, kitchen cabinets and sheds. Huge piles of wood would be delivered for the playground sets and I was now lead at the counter where these transactions took place. I was expected to give all this stuff away for a price. I refused...

The first thing that happened is Rasheed had his little boys on a bike steal out my car. The same way they stole out of the customers cars, when Rasheed walked passed them in the parking lot and saw valuables. I have spoken about this before. People would come back in the store distraught, because they had cell phones, a big deal back then, cameras and CD's stolen out of their front seats. They were all going to the spot Up North and selling stuff from that store, too. Stacey B. Her father was a man big in the game. She came in from Michigan State every Friday, twirling her "Lead" keys on her finger, stealing all the home for her Daddy. She's a nurse now, but I know she's still part of the game. The second thing they did was to put something in my gas tank that made my car stop when I got to a certain speed. I saw something like it on "Law & Order: Criminal Intent". Some guys didn't like a woman at their job at the airport and they put a ping-pong ball in her gas tank. When she started driving about  50 MPH, the ball would cover the hole where the gas feeds the car at the bottom of the tank. It's genius actually, but I caused a five car pile-up on Telegraph and some old lady bumped her head. Elbert Hatchett drove by me, he knew both my father and my uncle. My uncle was a lawyer, too. "Hey Miss Stanley." He didn't know me by name persay, but he knew who my father and uncle were. "Hi, Mr. Hatchett! My car keeps stopping on me!" I was distraught, because I had seen the woman grab her head in the car right behind me.

"Well, don't worry about it. It's not your fault and there is nothing the police can do to you. That was out of your control, your car just stopped. Go park over there." He pointed at the motorcycle store. "Wait for the police to come and tell him exactly what you told me. He'll let you go, because you had no control of what your car did." He had an appointment and wanted to check on me. He was off just as quick as I could say thank you. I did what he told me and the cop came and let me go. I got to work late and everyone acted as if they had seen a ghost. I had survived that one, but wouldn't survive the next one. I was traveling on Telegraph and had forgotten something at home. Since the guy I was dating lived just off Telegraph, I went back by going down his street to see if he was home. He didn't answer my page and he didn't have to be to work, until 10 a.m. It was 7:45 a.m. I would catch him. He was there getting stuff out his car with his friend. He looked at me and begged me not to stop. I didn't and moved on. As I was getting ready to turn left, and go back North to my apartment the road was clear. As I moved out into the street, this black Mustang hit me. I was in the left hand turning lane when I was hit. They claimed that anyone that makes a left into oncoming traffic is responsible for an accident.

To this day I feel it is a judgement call. I had made it into the left hand turning lane. I had cleared the three lanes going South. This man swerved into the left-hand turning lane and hit me! The woman for my insurance company told me that he had a right to swerve to avoid me. I asked her, "Why was he swerving? I had cleared all three lanes!" She simply said, "That's the law, ma'am" . So, they have expert car drivers who can fake accidents to their advantage and police that come to the scene to solidify the lies. They even have witnesses, people that get out their car, and swear it was your fault. The man, the expert at car accidents was obviously good at lawsuits, too. He sued the insurance company for 10 G's. I declared bankruptcy in 2000 behind a garnishment for his fake wrist injury. I didn't even get a ticket and the cop that showed up on the scene took me home. It was like it was over, but he had totalled my car. I had no way to work. For about a week I got rides from a friend. He married now, and I can't say his name. That was so long ago. Then one of my co-workers came to work and told me about a car dealership on Baldwin that would sell me a car. I was only a year from the Escort repo. They allowed me to get one and I paid little or nothing. I wished I had found them a year and a half ago.

I left HQ, because it was stressful and they just wanted to steal. One of the managers just left Costco, after 22 years. He was running the store as Manager. I heard about a woman that stole $3000 in one day to get her husband out of jail. So, Costco is no different than that HQ. If Patrick was running it, I know their shrink was ridiculous and they had their nerve to fire my nephew for being late. When I left I went to work for temp services to pay my rent every month. My landlord, the ultimate crackhead, used our money to get high. He used his pilot salary to pay his mortgage and two car payments.  He wanted a fresh start, and was moving and sold his apartments. This guy Brian then bought them and went up on the rent. He worked for The County, and probably used the prostitutes there. He kept coming in my apartment when I wasn't there and asking me to help him clean and paint. I had a job, and I wasn't interested in spending time with him. I moved on Oakhill. I was working for Girl Scouts and the leader, Adrian, was working with the crooked police. Lenelle Benton lived on the street with her husband and 13 or 14 kids. They were police informants I'm thinking, because her kids would sit on an old shed and throw rocks at my car. They were trying to break out my windshield.

My boss didn't like the idea that I was coming to work everyday, even though she gave me $1500 to hold of cookie money. She thought I would be too busy getting high. I don't get high, so she had a problem. The crooked police enlisted three of Lenelle's bad ass kids to bust the windows out in my car. I'll put the link below so you can read that story. All of a sudden, my gaskets blew, but I had a warranty. The shop I took it to kept it for six months. I went to my brother and he bought a new car and gave me his Cutlass. He said it was "Hot". That car was burning up and by the time it was over I was out $3,000 and a jail stay, before jail stays were what I do! I'll put that link below, too. The rock throwing stopped when I got my brother's car back there. He was the only person the judge had ever seen on a 30-year case and had never even had a parking ticket. He was to be left alone. But the Prosecutor found a old case from me. I walked out my house without my purse and they got their chance. I was headed back from my mother's picking up something, I can't remember. A Pontiac cab hit me going West on Whittemore and Paddock. I didn't have an ID, because I didn't have a purse. They ran my name and I had a warrant. Surprise...Surprise...Suprise. I went to jail.

My car wasn't totalled this time. I went to a friend. The same friend who I was supposed to do an in-school project for Girl Scouts in his school. I was sitting outside waiting on a ride, when I was supposed to be in a school singing songs and watching "Matilda". The Principal gave me the money to get my car out of impound and I never did get the chance to sue the Pontiac Cab for running the stop sign. My car blew another something when I got it out the shop and I went back and got the Cutlass, still hot, and still on fire. Racked up more tickets and finally got my light blue Taurus. My cars tires are always shot. They punch holes in them, give them slow leaks and I am always fixing them. Now, however, I don't even get a chance to use fix-a-flat. They pack the spout with crazy glue and I can't get fix-a-flat into them. My hoses get holes in them. Always the same thing with each car. They didn't something new with the wires and put something on them that the squirrels eat them up. I young man with collision experience caused me to hit him in Royal Oak. He then he told me that if I gave him $250 he would forget about it. Coincidently his father owns a collision shop and he could fix it. It was a scam to me, obviously set-up by the police. I didn't pay him a dime and he went away. When I bought my SUV that never had a scratch, was hit in the same place my other car, the car where the young man hit me, was hit on. The crooked police felt that I needed to carry that accident on my new car.

I have tinted windows. They came with my car. I didn't think we could have tinted windows in Michigan and maybe my car came from somewhere else. Vice in the city have tinted windows. The men that are supposed to deal with drugs, prostitution and stealing in the city. The tint their windows so people can't see them. See them in the car with a prostitute or someone they don't want you to see them with. Yesterday, they tried to knock the side-view mirror off my care with cones on State Street. My side-view mirrors collapse, and all it did was close it. They already broke my hood latch. Took the bulb out the back of my hatchback, in order for it not to glow on the person they have going through my car. I told you about the tires on every single car I have owned since 1995. My hose also has a hole it it; on this car. None of their tricks are new. They smashed the side-view mirror on my last car. They are full of tricks and mainly get them from the people they arrest, who they make their friends and learn their tricks from. My car has a fob that is supposed to keep people out. I watched on the news about thieves that can duplicate fobs and steal cars like mine, equipped with an alarm. That's who go into my car and steal my money out my compartments and water out my stash. Criminals, better yet, "Confidential Informants". The same ones that are dying of the Coronavirus. Yep, the same ones...

Girl Scouts

The Bloomfields Police

Revisiting Recidivism: Michigan 29% Decrease

The women's prison is overcrowded and on it's third sexual misconduct lawsuit, in the last 15-years.

Reminds me of Duggan, always knowing the right things to say. Partnerships to keep them out of prison for their crimes. A partnership with prosecutors was crucial. They want to lock people up and throw away the key. How many of those men keep that job they leave out with in their hand. Those tablets are not free. They do give incentive, however. Teachers in the women prison do not show up. Jobs aren't the most important. Re-entry back into society and drug used and re-offending is the problem. The "programs" are based on the the cooperation of people responsible for sending ex-cons back to prison. Smoke and mirrors. You create these programs, then you stop sending people to prison in high-rates and then you say that the "programs" are the reason why. We know from watching the news most crimes in society are committed by ex-offenders (80%), and not by first-time offenders. So, there should be a direct collation between crime rates and recidivism, crime should also be going down in our communities, if less ex-offenders are going back to prison. Crime is still high in most urban areas where most of these prisoners come from. How does she explain that? She doesn't! 

First, Let's get this straight. People commit crime. America is filled with people that do wrong to others. People rob people, break into their homes while they are there and when they are gone. Children are molested by adults, murdered and exploited. Some are even kidnapped and held for the pleasure of a sub-human adults. Child porn and even child labor. People murder other people for nothing, some for something, some as a form of revenge and others for a means to an end. We must face the cruel and terrible fact that crimes are committed. Women are raped, abused and sold at a price. When these things happen, there is a system that has been created. It was created by one of our Founding Fathers James Madison. He was a lawyer and helped write the Bill of Rights that is the what our Judicial System in America is based on. It mirrors in many ways British Judicial laws and statues. Known as "The Father of the Constitution", he is responsible for the "Law of the Land". We owe our entire means of punishment and the creation of the law to him. He messed up a few times, and had to get it right, and that's what this is all about.

If ever the Constitution can't be amended to cover the state of our country, we can write a new one. Truthfully, we can just hold a meeting at a time and place and just write a whole new one. If the proper people are there to oversee the deed. I heard the Clinton's at one point had created a committee of some sort to do just that. Our Judicial System is all wrapped up in that concept. That's why the "Fathers" put just about everything in there. A good lawyer, can take a dog bite case and relate it to the Second Amendment "Right to Bear Arms" or the Fourth "unlawful search and seizure". It's true, if you sat in a courtroom you would hear a lot of BS about crime and why a lawyers client is innocent or deserves some astronomical settlement in a civil case. All of it comes from the writings of James Madison. We owe him for it all, even "Ambulance Chasers".

When I think of recidivism and the Michigan Department of Corrections (MDOC), I laugh. They are claiming that they have cut recidivism by 29%. It seems that people aren't going back to prison by committing crimes. So, people aren't committing crimes and going back to prison, Ms. Washington? I beg to differ. I think that they are committing crimes, but instead of going back to prison, they do jail time or the judges are going light on parolees and not sending them back to prison and once again, keeping them in jail for a sentence and setting them free. It works, because they are only counted if they return to prison. If a person re-offends and doesn't go back to prison, they are not counted. So, the question is not if they have re-offended and gone back to prison. That's a play on semantics. The real question is, "Have they committed another crime?" 

Oakland County Jail runs a whorehouse. It is a prime example of what is going on in the prison system, today. If you sell yourself in the clinic and make the deputies money, you don't have to go to prison. Shoplifting crimes are accelerated to "Unarmed Robbery" quickly, when the asset protection employee beats you and you fight back. That is a "Simple-Assault" and "Shoplifting", but in order to get women to prostitute, they make it "Unarmed Robbery". Unarmed Robbery is a Class "C"  and is punishable by 15 years in prison. Simple-Assault gets you two years in prison. Unarmed Robbery s more frightening and easier to coerce a person to sell themselves. Only after they make them some money in the clinic, it's dropped down to a probationary offence. Women come back from their arraignments crying and wondering what they are going to do. I used to say, "Girl, you didn't even do all that. Take you butt to the clinic and work those charges down to what they were supposed to be!" The balling would sometimes get louder, sometimes I'd hear nothing, mostly I heard, "F... you B..."

The prosecutors that were crooked or those who were not, loved it. Another big issue with recidivism is prosecutors needing to keep their numbers up. They want a conviction at all cost. They don't walk into a courtroom with their 30-pound briefcase or rolling suitcase to lose. They win at all cost. I told you about the pre-trial blues. They will pre-trial you to death. Always 45-days out. You get so tired that you would say you killed a beanie baby to go home, and they aren't alive. If you did a portion of what they say you did, you'd take a plea, Cobbs or whatever. Your court-appointed doesn't care. They're getting paid by the case and probably have two more defendants in your group from downstairs, or looking to pick one up. It's "dog-eat-dog". As the Defendant, you don't even have a dog in the fight. The "Blood sucking lawyer" is doing all the talking for you, while the prosecutor just wants to win. It's so hard to let someone else fight for you and be helpless, especially when you aren't a prostitute. That's all certain judges care about. These days it seems that everyone gets a break.

Recidivism is committing a crime and going back to prison; right? Again, if you don't go back to prison there isn't another offender in the recidivism bucket. I watched a man that had been to prison twice, get out on "Drug Court". He had went to prison for the same thing he got "Drug Court" for; "Larceny". I think it's about five to seven years, before you can skate from prison after going to prison. He had been twice and had just gotten out in 2009 and it was 2011. He was supposed to automatically go back to prison as a re-offender. The prosecutor made his case a strong case and a true case. That man was supposed to go back to prison. He was a Gigolo, a male-prostitute in the Oakland County Jail and was set free that day. Only to re-offend in a few weeks, very few complete drug court, and will be back in jail and in front of Chabot and home, again. They do time, lots of time, just not in prison. This is the trick to this 29% decrease. It's a cycle and one less recidivism offender. Get it?

I want to know how many committed a crime, but instead of going back to prison, did time in jail. How many petty judges stopped putting people in prison in the first place. How many Parole and Probation Officers have stopped sending people back before a judge, because they just felt that person needed to go to prison. I bet a bunch. Jails are filled with petty crimes these days, shoplifting being one of them. The opioid crisis would have the prisons filled at this point. It's supposed to be that three misdemeanors are equal a felony. They stopped following that rule, because that means women would go to prison for "Prostitution". I know a woman that has more than 45 misdemeanors. I don't know if she's in prison at this point, but she finally caught a case that wasn't "Prostitution", "Larceny" or "Trespassing". The stores in the area that sell drugs would call the police on her when she was standing outside the store waiting for a man, with his dope, to ask for a date. It's tricky y'all, real tricky.

I'm not sure what Madison had in mind when he wrote the "Bill of Rights". I'm sure it wasn't all these lies, and surely not all this corruption. Heidi Washington, Director of the MDOC is not a genius. She did not discover a new way to stop people from going back to prison. She found a new administrative rule. A new way of doing things that doesn't include people going back to prison. They took a page from OCJ's whoremongering book of lies. Now, that judges aren't sending people back to prison and giving them jail time instead prison, Washington wants to give credit to all her new "Programs". One thing has nothing to do with the other. That's the first thing you learn in Statistics. Just because B happened after A, does not mean that A was the cause. Their are variables and deviations that have to be taken into consideration, before we can determine what happened and why B actually happened. If you can do the equation properly, you will find that jail stays have risen and parole and probation's incidents of sending people back on violations are down. Even if they violate them, it all comes back to the judge. If they say "no" it's NO! One thing they have not stop doing, however, is putting people in prison that don't belong there...

The Lie!

Bloomfield 48th District Court

The entrance to 48th District Court

So, I'm having trouble with getting my car registered. I have told that story in another blog, "LIENS, LIES and SOS". You can read that and find out how I got here. I am driving without a registration, because the Secretary of State claims I don't have insurance. I was stopped by Bloomfield Police Officer Simon in the early morning hours of November 24, 2019. I had just left Beaumont Hospital in a huff and was driving down Woodward, on my way home. I was not speeding, despite being angry, but going a steady 50 MPH. You know the lights on Woodward, you go steady 50 MPH and you catch every one. Somewhere between that second light, before you get to Square Lake and Woodward and the light at Square Lake and Woodward, he got me. I quickly change my mood from angry to cooperative. Before Steve became my victim, he was my friend, and used to give me advice. One thing he said to me one day is, "If you don't have anything to hide, why do you get so upset? You get an attitude, I get an attitude, too. Who do you think is going to win?" Even though I was mad with the people at the hospital, this cop was not the people at the hospital. So, I rolled down my window and put my hand back on my steering wheel and said, "Yes, officer." It went smoothly and he didn't even say anything about my tinted windows. I was happy about that. He said, "Now, you be safe, okay?" I politely said, "Yes, sir," and drove away. Pleased with myself for making it through a horrible experience after the two horrible experiences I had that night.

Officer Simon had lied, however, during our encounter. He claimed that police officers could not tell if you have insurance by running your license plate. He said that he has been a cop for over 15-years and had never heard of such a thing. A lie they obviously tell often, because a woman sat next to me yesterday and said a Bloomfield Hills officer told her husband the same thing. That can get them lots of money from people who don't feel like being bothered with the court system and who will just pay the ticket. They don't write it as "DRIVING WITHOUT INSURANCE", but "NO PROOF OF INSURANCE". Why that is still against the law, when the police can tell if you have insurance is beyond me. Municipalities like Bloomfield Hills are cleaning up. It is not a "moving violation" and doesn't add points to your driving record. So, you pay the ticket and it just goes away, unlike "DRIVING WITHOUT INSURANCE" that is a citation that can get you vehicle towed and cost you a lot of money and time. Bloomfield Hills has all the latest technology, because you can pay on-line with a credit or debit card or pay with a credit or debit card or check in person. People that work and make over $100K a year, will just jump on line and pay the ticket. They don't know that the officer that stop them knew they had insurance, by running a LIEN on their plate. Insurance companies have to report to the LIEN company every 16-days and verify that you are still insured. By playing dumb, Bloomfield Hills is racking up on civil infraction fees.'

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I had missed my first court-date, because of car trouble. Lights in my car were flashing like a Christmas Tree. My "Cruise" light was also flashing and my car was speeding up and slowing down at will. I had to write a letter to the Magistrate to set another date and she did. They set the date for yesterday. I get dressed and go to the 48th District Court on time. A sheriff's deputy pointed me to the basement where a clerk and Prosecutor were set up with a room. I was confused when the woman said she was a Prosecutor. Prosecutors are usually used in criminal cases. All of us had simple civil infractions. Not "moving violations" that carry points, but are still civil infractions. This lady sat there and told me, "If you would just take care of it, I would dismiss it". She gave me more time to deal with it. I was glad for the help, but went away confused.

Kelly

I met Kelly in 2011, in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). She was over-weight and had long brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. She was bad looking at all. She came to my door once after returning from court, and asked me to come talk to her. "Court" was code for she was in the clinic being sold all day. I always hated when they did that, because I was thinking they would ask to move into my cell. When I came out for my walk, I went to her cell. We talked and she told me how Bloomfield Hills Police would come to her father's house on his word and drag her back to jail.  She spoke to me with as much sense as she could muster, I guess, because the next day she went "to court" and acted a fool when she got back. "High-Pockets" a deputy who was given this name, because he wore his pants high at the ankles and tight on his balls. He was a tall and thin man and had long legs. In order to get pants that fit right on him he had to pay more and didn't want to. So, his pants flooded and his pockets were high on his hips, thus the nickname, High-Pockets. He would come down and talk to Kelly sometimes. Kelly just became harder and harder to live with. Recently diagnosed Bi-Polar, she was typical. She was angry, difficult and quick to become hard to handle. No one was too hard for High-Pockets, however, and she would get dragged out of one of the observation rooms (Bam-Bam) often and given a shot. Then she was put in a gown naked. 

At the time, I had no idea these women were being forced into prostitution. After a week or so of her antics, she was moved to the other side and given as many pills as she needed to feel "normal". She became known as the "Pill Girl" in Max. The women they wanted to move Max, were rarely maximum security inmates. Due to women not being violent offenders it was always practically empty. Women like Kelly would be moved there from General Population to be pimped. They knew what to do, and would start fights with one another. This way they can get in "Bam-Bam" with Beane, and after a their punishment was served, instead of going back to General Population they went to Max, across the hall. When she left, Jessica came to my door and told me Kelly's story. Kelly had been in a relationship with a Sergeant at the jail. Jessica said that when she lived across the hall he would come and sit on their desk and talk to her his entire shift. She also said that Kelly had moved from Max into a Trustee Pod, without being down-graded to General Population. That's where she had been when she left the last time in December. She was what they called a regular. This time, however, the Sergeant had gotten another woman and Kelly couldn't go to the Trustee Pod. 

That's why she acted out so badly and kicked on her door in the "Bam-Bam" cell all day. I mean she would lie on the floor and kick constantly, all day. Those cells I later found out were for instant gratification. Deputies would come in the middle of the night and stick their appendage in the food-slot and get satisfied, while we all slept. I can only guess that they paid the night-shift deputies for the experience. Kelly had been moved from being a mistress to what was the equivalent of a street walker. I suddenly understood her frustration. Instead of being pampered and fed "hot food" three times a week, she was giving hand-jobs and blow-jobs through a food slot. That could get to be really frustrating. She was used to the good life, but this time she had gotten there a little to late and her Sergeant had gotten himself another girl. She had to come to grips with it and when she did, High-Pockets moved her and got her comfortable and even gave her a hustle that would make her popular and safe in Max.

Minorities

It seems that Bloomfield also has a problem with minorities. It looks to me that they are not only trying to scare women with civil infractions into prostitution, but they are also targeting minority drivers. Back 20-years ago, a man was giving a ticket in Waterford. The man was Black and discouraged about the ticket and wanted to do something about it. He somehow got a study of how Waterford P.D. wrote tickets. He wanted to know where they wrote tickets and to whom the gave tickets to. Because not only were the people at 48th District Court women, but they were all minority women. When I got there, there was a Black woman and an Asian woman there. As I sat there, two Middle Eastern women sat down. There was no White people there at all. Bloomfield Hills is predominately White. Why were there only minorities there, yesterday? It seems that they are writing civil infraction at a disproportional rate than those that live in West Bloomfield, Bloomfield Hills and Bloomfield Township. I want one of those studies done, because it will let us know if we are being discriminated against and given tickets instead of Whites that live in the area. I know the study that man got in Waterford found out that they wrote tickets in areas of Waterford where Blacks were prone to be found. They wrote tickets on Elizabeth Lake Road, Telegraph and Huron more than streets where Whites drove deep into Waterford. The area of Elizabeth Lake and Telegraph is where the Summit Place Mall was located and Blacks frequented the mall. I bet the Bloomfield police right tickets on their end of Telegraph, Woodward and Square Lake where I was stopped and that strip of Square Lake. I bet it's mostly Black people, too.

They aren't only trying to get women to sell, but Black people who are just passing through. I remember a friend of mine at Sears telling me a story about Waterford Police. He is a bowler and frequented the 200 Bowling Lanes down at Elizabeth Lake Road and M-59. He and some friends, all of who had jobs and did not sell drugs, were riding five deep. All Black men, but all in a car in Waterford driving home at night. He said they started following them at the Wendy's that used to be across from the Mickey D's on Elizabeth Lake Road. They followed them across Telegraph and finally stopped them at Oakland Point. They forced them all out the car and made them sit with their legs crossed on the side of the road, and spoke to the driver. My friend said that he was so disgusted, but he is a big man and didn't want to make waves. They didn't find drugs, no man had warrants and they were free to go. Just another day in the life of a Black man. I suffer both as a Black person and a woman. When I drove my brothers '77 Cutlass, I was stopped three times in Bloomfield Hills. Each time they searched my car, but did not impound it like Waterford. I was scared for the Asian woman at court yesterday. She paid her fine, which probably wasn't fair. After Lisa, I know how valuable Asian women are in the Oakland County Prostitution Ring. That woman from "Full Metal Jacket" made it every man's dream to "Party", and get, "Anyting you want". A Bloomfield cop was talking with the two Oakland County Sheriff's that work the scanning machine. He probably hoped that she would opt out of paying the ticket and go out to his car...Who knows?

Party Down with the CNS Workers

James Patton
Outreach Coordinator
Community Network Services (CNS)

The man in the picture above is James Patton. His title is "Outreach Coordinator" for Community Network Services (CNS). I have been told and suspect he is a pimp. He and Dr. Z work together at CNS. You remember Dr. Z, don't you? He is the doctor that Judge Martha Anderson called in open court that lied on me. He told the judge that he had said that he was going to put me on medication, but I told him that I wouldn't take it if he did. When the truth is that he never mentioned medication to me at all. We would sit and talk once a week and we did that about four times, and he never, ever mentioned medication to me! But he lied to the judge and said he had. I no longer see Dr. Z. He is left for "Patton's Prostitutes". I see a nurse practitioner. Even if I am supposed to be "insane", she does everything that a doctor of psychiatry can do. What the key is in this instance is credibility. When Patton is pimping these women, he needs to have something on them. Most of these women come from the jail. No one wants to be committed and Dr. Z can commit a woman or man, for that matter, in an instant. Just like he did to me, his lies are not questioned, especially in a corrupt system. They mostly know that he is lying, but accept his lies as truth and allow his words to damage your life. As in my case. On his words, the judge sent me back to jail. That time, I was given spoiled milk, put on food loaf, my food all mixed in a blender and forced to go on a hunger strike, until I no longer had to eat it. 

For these men they could care less about what I went through, or how I feel. It's all about cold-hard cash. This man pimps a lot of the White girls, because he thinks they are weak, but they are the ones that told me about him and Dr. Z. He doesn't want me at the Waterford Office, at all. That's where he works and refuses to have me come. Even if, every now and again I can turn up there. They were giving me pills at the pharmacy there, Geneco. They put something on them that made me reek with anxiety and depression. I quickly moved my meds over to Rite-Aid pharmacy, where I get all the rest of my medications. I knew something was up when the girl called me to remind me that I needed to come pick up my medication. I hung up the phone and thought, "She thinks I'm crazy or something?" I went and picked them up and threw them in the trash. Because here's the thing that I have learned in and out of mental institution the last 20-years. You don't have to take your medication. They can't make you do anything, unless you break the law, are a danger to yourself or someone else. Get to acting a fool and they can shoot you up with enough drugs to put you to sleep for a couple of days. If you still acting crazy, they shoot you up with some more. That's why Dr. Z told a big lie on me. If he suggested medication to me, I would have filled the script and just not taken it. I don't have to, but if I get out of hand in the community that is just cause for them to institutionalize me and force me to take drugs. They claimed that I was insane, however, when I didn't stalk Val Gross, but sane when I didn't stalk Steve Wittebort. I go in and out of sanity.

So, CNS has these slamming parties with free food. I mean good catered meals and presents and music. A slamming D.J. I mean they be jamming. I'm no longer invited. In fact, they hide the flyers when I'm coming, and my case manager doesn't give me the date. My nurse practitioner usually has the flyer on her desk, too. Nope, there isn't a flyer to be found. I just started going back to them, after a two year hiatus. After 2015, I was banned from all events and they all are popping! This year, after the summer picnic, I had to write a letter to the head of CNS and tell him about the happenings at the affair. They had two black women, about 400-pounds a piece, nodding off at a picnic table. I assume they were doped up, because they were such a threat. Due to their size the people at their home-care facility was afraid of them. People were taking video that's totally out of the question! It infringes on the clients privacy. I'm going to try to create a link on this blog that will allow you to read the letter as written, no edits. If your device has Word, you can read it and understand why I've been banned. My case manager is so foul. She is the person that is supposed to make sure I get to all events, and if I don't have transportation, provide transportation for me. She didn't tell me anything about it. I'm writing Medicaid and letting them know that they pay for services and they are singling me out and giving other clients perks that they deny me. For your information that is the "Equal Protection Under the Law" provision of the U.S. Constitution. It's where Civil Right get its legitimacy. Everyone in this country must get the same treatment. If you don't give me the same courtesy that you give others in my situation, you have trampled my rights as a member of my class. In this case member of CNS.

They had the annual Christmas Party on Tuesday for my team. They sent me a flyer saying that it would be on the 13th, today. Everyone at Community Network Service was in on the gag. I even went to the Pontiac Office once. They didn't have any flyers at the reception area. They have hired Altronese Cunningham as the new Lead Receptionist there. What a joke, she's one of them and treats those clients like dogs. She knows not to try her mess on me, again. I can say that my case manager was in the back with another worker, probably smoking crack, and lied on her. They are all running in the same cunning circles. They don't want me at events so they can suck down all the food, make the clients freak dance with one another, participate in the "Fight Club" and every other indecent act they can come up with. That includes having sex with them. They want to be able to do it all without my watchful eye. It's not snitching, because I'm one of them. I consider myself a Whistle Blower. Until you get up and have breakfast with a man that's been forced to have sex, with another man, the night before! You could never fathom what I'm talking about. Until you see a soul so badly broken, will you ever know. Lashow has been going through it most of his life. These people, the people who try and silence me are expert "killers of ones soul". They do everything that they can to break your spirit; everything. They take all your dignity and freedoms and throw you out for the dogs. Hey, but God...But God!

Letter to Kevin Garrett dated September 4, 2019:

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