Driving While Free...

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.

At night, the enter my car from the hatchback. They removed my light bulb in order to go through my things undetected. I also believe someone drives my car at night. My gas seems lower, sometimes when I get into my car. They cause my tires to have slow leaks and then plug the spouts so that the fix-a-flat won't repair it. It take the entire three minutes to fill my tire, and sometimes it's still not filled. It's been the same with all my cars. They have been ruining my tires since Sears in 1998. The same year my brother was under indictment. That's when I got most of my tickets on his car. For the third time in my life, my car's hose has a hole in it and my car runs hot after a period of time. They steal whatever they want, this month, it was my fabric softener. Other times it money, mail and notebooks. Stuff they can rifle through to try and find out my business. My car is open to everyone that wants to go into it and there is literally nothing I can do about it. Who do I call when I need help?

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...

My Daytime Nightmare

How They Make me Feel...

I do not want Joe Biden to be President of the United States. In my History class ten years ago, my professor told us that when the Founding Fathers picked a President, they wanted a man that didn't want the job. That way he would be so discouraged by his new found position, he didn't get comfortable enough to abuse his power. I don't think it worked, but it was a good premiss. George Washington was chosen, because he was out doing extra-curricular activities while the men were in the room writing the Declaration of Indepence. John Hancock wanted the job, but seemed to "thirsty". It was their idea to pick a man that didn't seem enthusiastic about the job. He had fought in the Revolutionary War, and therefore, the people would embrace him. Even if he ran for the majority of the time he was General. People don't know this, but America won the wore, but not by might. England had just gotten out of a war with France. That's the reason they were over there "messing" with the Settlers. They were trying to recoup some of the money they had lost fighting the French. Men like John Hancock wasn't having it. He had built a business with the Dutch making leather goods; shoes in particular. He wasn't having England's mess. George Washington became famous for running, and when England got tired of throwing good money after bad, they said, "forget it" and gave the country to the Settlers. England may have thought that the rest of the land was like New England. One great big forest, but it seemed to be spacious in places, sunny in others and plentiful in the middle. We truly won...

Biden or Trump fit the bill of unenthusiastic candidates. Each man has run three times, and technically, this would be Trump's fourth attempt at the Presidency. He has run already, however, but not by winning the popular vote. So, you can say that he didn't win "fair and square". Biden has gotten the biggest push by being Barack Obama's Vice-President. Black people are blind when it comes to Obama. Even if he didn't create one policy that directly change the situation for the African American community. He had his own "trickle down effect". He made blanket policies for the lower and middle-class and hoped that Black people in America could get some relief. He couldn't come in and full-on start giving money to the HBCU's in America like Trump did. He would be called a racist. A man that was out for Black people in this country and would have never been re-elected. Whites had to believe he was neutral in order for him to be effective. McConnell wasn't going to allow him room in the Senate, and Boehner wasn't going to allow him any movement in the House. He wrote a ton of Executive Orders to be able to get anything done in his administration. He stayed free of humiliation and free of scandal, until now!

I just got finished listening to a audio tape of a woman named, Tara Reade. She appeared on a podcast with a woman named Katie Halper. We gotta lift each other up as women. I've done it, believe it or not since I was 14-years old. My father had told me to mind my business. My friend who was 15-years old was being abused by her 20-year old boyfriend. He had appeared suddenly and slapped her across the face, so hard that I heard it and it rang in my ear. She left with him and I continued on a different path. I went to my father and asked him, "What should I do, Daddy?" He had replied, "Nothing. You get into that and she'll be mad at you, because you hit her man. The next day, she'll be right back with him." I took my father's word and watch my friend spiral into drug abuse, prostitution and prison. She was his woman and another thing my father taught me, a woman is who her man is. If you see two people together they have everything in common, or else they would be together. I took his word on that, too. That didn't go for just romantic relationships, but your friends that you hang out with everyday. I learned that part on my own. Halper, is now helping Reade get her story out, because now Biden is running for President and is beating out Bernie Sanders. Sanders who keeps getting maliciously destroyed by the Democratic Party and their ruthless ways. I can't say that a Biden Presidency would be less than a Trump one. Unless he has changed his ways, which I doubt very seriously.

This woman, Tara Reade, was molested by Biden. He went up her skirt and penetrated her with his finger. I wondered if he washed that finger, before he went out and shook hands with some of the most powerful men in the country. Who probably had some other's woman's wetness on his fingertips or some young boys wetness someplace else. Reade is a very brave woman, because Biden is a very powerful man that friends will come out to his defense. That means lying or making excuses for his sexual prowess and perverted ways. It seems that the most powerful and talented people have the biggest flaws and worse sexual appetites that includes teenaged girls and boys. We have to be mindful of these possibilities that may play out in the American White House, as Clinton and Trump did. We must make these men accountable for their deeds. I was raped a few months after I witnessed my friend be abused. The man had stalked me, and when he found me walking alone one night, ran out of bushes and took my soul from me. He tried to capture everything I am in one act. He did not succeed. When he was finished with me, he used my body to raise himself off me and said, "This is your fault. You shouldn't be walking out here in the dark."

Likewise, Biden had did something similar to Reade. He had pointed at her and told her that she was nothing. The final blow from an action that she did not consent to. "You are nothing," and it had stayed with her all this time. It was the piece of the assault that created the shame and destruction that she never asked for. He told her, "I hear you like me." She had just sang his praise in a conversation or in the presence of some pervert that wanted to get credit for getting him more women. She had to withstand a sexual assault and live with it all these years, because Biden felt entitled. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" He had asked her and she was so shaken that he had to calm her. He had to tell her that she would be alright, but before that he had to remind her what she meant to the world; nothing. I can't tell you how I cried after listening to her tell that story. The country is leading with the Corona virus, working to get the country worked up on a virus and people that have no names, while this woman, who has a name tells her story. There is something wrong with that. Biden is winning, finally after years of trying. After once, having to drop out, because he let his true self slip out at the wrong time. He had to drop out in '88. He has always wanted to be President, and following the advice of our Founding Fathers that's exactly why he shouldn't be. Let alone his bad and whorish ways.

As women, we need to stand in the way of men like Biden. We should allow the establishment to disregard the experiences of women in Washington and women everywhere. I know that my time in Oakland County Jail showed me the extent women play in prostitution. They could care less about the women they see as nothing. Women without homes, mental illnesses and prostitutes. They just passed us on to men that did not care. I have had bosses in retail that used their positions and the benefits of their company to get women, harass women and use women. There has to be a time in this country for reparation and Women's Rights. A time when we stand up to men that use us for stock. Something tangible of little or no value, until they put a price on it. They will lie on you and tell people all kinds of falsities about you to get their way. I know that news stations can not hear me and I can not tell my story. Not only did they certify my insane, but they deny me the right to register my car. Make my family turn against me and use our relationship as a means for getting information. They come to the Google website and change the message on my blog. They create syntax errors and grammatical errors and sentences filled errors. They even go into my car, and took out my rear door light, so they can go in undetected. All of this to say one thing to me, "You are nothing!"

The idea that someone can come in your house and take you away and try to ruin you is unthought of. For them to fail and cause you harm for their failure is unbelievable. Jessica Cooper told me that it's her job to prevent crime. The excuse she wants to use for locking me up without cause. They always can make excuses and Tara Reade will be the victim of powerful people making excuses for a man that had no business touching her, or molesting her person. He will lie and deny he ever put his hands on her. I cry so hard for people like the two of us. Caught up in the idea that other women could not resist saying, "Yes!" Before the women that made it possible for these men to think they could get away with it with us. I pray that the story she told will be heard and play out on the six o'clock news. Like they ran all of Trump's indiscretions and that the Democrats will give Bernie a chance. 

You can listen to Tara Reade's story here

Revisiting Michigan Prisons

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!

Jeanette Perry is Scary

I met Jonathan Chambers at 11-years old. I think he was 12-years old. We attended Jefferson Jr. High School. I lived in The Projects, he lived in a ritzy property behind the school. He was popular for all the right reasons and I was popular for all the wrong ones. He had a regular girlfriend and I had no one, but I did have friends. We hung out and went to the basketball games and I used to see him there. I was interested, but not enthralled. The last man I had was 62-years old and my mother, when I was seven thought he was fine. I can wait forever for a man, but I did not wait for him. I spent some nights with him, but when his brother discovered I was "clean", I was no longer welcome. I also was ostracized by his then girlfriend, now wife. I felt uncomfortable for a short time and got over it. He wanted to be a policeman back then and didn't make it. Then he got a job as a security guard, a job wanna-be-cops do. He put me on the back burner. He no longer followed me to Rio de. When I said that I was going to the club, and was on the dance floor, I no longer looked into the crowd and found a six-foot tall man with a high-top fade. A month passed and it had only been three. I had left Drew and wrote him a letter about Jon. He says that he still has it. Funny...

The next time I was at the "De O Rio" and Jon showed up, the woman I hung with acted like a nut. Lifting my feet off the chair I was resting them in and slamming them to the floor and sitting down. I had just been on my feet for eight hours. I didn't get it. I have never been man crazy and men have always been crazy about me. I never even thought about the idea that he worked at the mall and so did she. I had been out there, while she was working and he stood talking to me. He had pointed to her and said, "I know where you're going. You're going to get the mail." She smiled and walked away; happy. I rolled my eyes, because he had asked me where I was going. I was still stuck on that. I hadn't seen him in a month, it was none of his "Got damn business where I was going." My expression let him know. So, he did a pop up at Rio de, to show he still cared? Whatever... On our way home one night, I asked my friend to take me to his house. This woman that worked at the mall was in the back seat. She demanded that she needed to use the bathroom, and I finally got it. Still, I got pregnant a few weeks later.

Now, he claims today that he wasn't the father of my child. He had one and mine was possibly his second. I have this RH-Factor thing. If my child's father has positive blood, my body attacks it and kills it. The crooked police want to say that I had an abortion and that's why my body built up these anti-bodies. I've never had an abortion in my life, because I never had to. My body does it for me. Negative blood is so rare, people call us aliens. This was a hard way to go, because a doctor had verified it and I was an emotional wreck. I had an hysterical pregnancy out of this world and was branded "crazy", because my body is its own little gas chamber, no pun intended. He either moved on with Jeanette Perry or was going with her the entire time, but she got salty. It was her best friend Regina Press that took her child into an aisle at had him saying loudly, "Mommy...Mommy!" I never loved Jon. In fact, I was too young to even know what love was supposed to be. I had no example of how it all worked, and neither did he. He was the youngest of five and was spoiled. I was the second-youngest of five. We were 20 and 22 years old and had did nothing and could care less. He had sisters that took care of him. One of which this is all about!

I could never take care of a man and allow him to work, of-and on. You either work or we don't eat, because I didn't want to do anything, and quit my jobs every year when the weather broke. If a woman can take care of a man, I guess she should. I never would. It was his goal to turn me out. I would never get involved in anything that was illegal and his family was involved in all kinds of mess. I was being used and it wasn't obvious them, but it is now. Her friend who we call Genie in the hood lived right around the corner from me on Cottage. I knew they were petty and belong in the "Light-Skinned Black Girls Club". I am darker than a paper bag by about one shade. Back at Pontiac Central (PCH) Jeanette ran for Princess and lost to Shani Bush. Regina and Jeanette wrote this derogatory story about Shani. One of them or both of them were writers or editors for the school newspaper. I think they called her a "Knife totting", so-and-so. She didn't deserve to win. She might not have been light-skinned, but she was popular her and all her friends. They were cowards and never said publicly that they did it. Even back then I knew who it was. When I walked into the Youth Recreation Center last summer Genie didn't speak. I had spoken to her, because the last time we saw one another she was friendly. I knew, however, her entire family held a grudge about her best friend's man, Jon. Even if they were divorced, separated or something else. Whenever I saw him, he never acted married, anyway. She turned her nose up at me in the atrium and said, "Oh, I didn't see you. I was too busy looking at your hair."

I replied with a "Yes, my messy Mohawk." She didn't hear me, because she was reeling in a ball of jealousy. I don't know why, this time. It has been almost 30-years. I am all mixed up in another scandal with another man for close to 19-years. It's not even fresh like the Shani Bush thing. She and Jeanette are just bitter. I hear Jeanette is with another popular man from back in the day. Whose sister is in the "Light-Skinned Girls Club". When I spoke Genie, she was getting over cancer. I thought that it had changed her, but nope. She's still an incurable envious person. I could go on about her and her personal life, but that would make me just as petty. She stick by her friend as she should. Her sister does, too, and was sending my man hearts and kisses back in 2010. While asking me if I know her man. I wanted to tell her "No, but you know mine, and stop sending him those fake hearts and kisses on Facebook." She is married to a French now. Marlo Perry, I hope she is happy and I'm glad they have stopped that practice on Facebook. He is a great catch and one of the most eligible bachelor's in Michigan. He's mine, however, and all of you half-way pretty "girls" can just back off. It's not that easy. I want to list them by name, but again, I'm trying not to be messy!

The reason I'm writing this is because I hear Jeanette is talking about me. Maybe a favor for the crooked fraction of the police. She's still doing favors for her in-laws and follows me to Walmart. She most owe them, or better yet, they have something on her. Either way, it has been far too long for her to have my name in her mouth. My present guy's ex, hung around about 10-months. It's been almost 30-years! That's why she's scary. But I used to see her driving down Woodward looking for Jon at seven in the morning. I don't know if she was looking for her husband or me and her husband, but the chick is an air-head and believes what people put in her mind. She actually thought I was going to hurt her for marrying Jon. Following me to Walmart and thinking I am going to attack her, would make me insane. I feel sorry for her, because it took her 25-years to find out what I knew the summer of 1991. She used to come into Sears where I work. There was so many stores in the Tri-county area. She would always walk into mine, and when I was working. Twice, she has come into Walmart where I shop, at the same time I was there. I have no idea where she lives. I have no idea where she works or worked. I had and have no desire to know either. I've never spoken to her, or even acknowledged her for 30-years. 

When she gave birth to her son with Jon, her family bought him into Sears. They followed me to the grocery store and held the baby where I could see it. I laughed out loud, because, unless I'm alone, I'm with my mother. I was alone and it was about three of them and who I assume was her mother. I started singing. "Do you know about us back then? Do you know I got your husband girlfriend. I'm not thinking 'bout him. But you married him..." My friend Patricia tried to get me to 'leave Jon alone'" Only I never bothered him, and was bothering the father of my child. No more than he bothered me. Sometimes, you can't get a woman pregnant and walk away, and let the situation take care of itself. Sometimes there are problems. Problems a man can handle, but a boy can't. You got to talk to my brother about that. He followed me to the club! Rode past my house, too. Nothing wrong with that. I was carrying his child! Even had his nerves to follow me when he was screwing a girl I was hanging with! She said he had "moved on". He couldn't move on from me. I dealt with all the drama of my RH-Factor all by myself and I did it poorly. He was a boy and not a man. Denying me now is a solid that he still hasn't grown up! These jealous-hearted, evil and revile women think they can make my life miserable. They are miserable and should just lift their heads high, like I'm going to do, and keep it moving. The idea that this woman comes anywhere near me lets me know I'm winning. The idea that my hair is the bane of a loathsome woman's soul is hilarious to me. I know all the players and no....I don't want none of your nasty ribs!

Lewd Lucido

Senator Pete Lucido

Women in Michigan are in trouble. A State Senator made overtly sexual comment to a news reporter, yesterday. We are going to leave her nameless, I guess. I don't want to exploit her. She is a victim and a pretty one at that. Lucido must have had sexual awakenings when he laid eyes on the young woman. She is 22-years-old, and it seems that some men lust after younger women. They see them as fresh and at the peak of their sexuality. I was at the emergency room (ER) at St. Joseph Mercy Oakland about two-weeks ago. There was a man who worked there giving me an EKG. That is a very uncomfortable thing for men to have to do. If you have big breast, which I do, they can get in the way of the sticky things and the clips that go on, after the sticky things. The gentleman placing the devices on my chest was relieved to see that I didn't have on an under-wire bra. He blew out a sigh of relief and said, "Good, I can do this with your bra on!" I replied, "Yes, I stopped buying under-wire bras a few years back. They are uncomfortable, can make a metal detector go off and they say they aren't the best. I still own a few, though. This is your lucky day, I didn't wear one." He went on about his business, and would look down at me occasionally and ask, "Is it okay that I place this here?" After a while I just told him, "As long as you don't make any overt moves to touch my breast, you are fine. I just had a young man do one at Beaumont. I'm fine." I was fine, as long as I didn't get the impression that he was on some kind of sexual quest to "feel me up", I wasn't that uncomfortable. He had some problems, however, on the job before.

"Yeah," he continued. "I don't even do this on teenagers 16 or 17, even if their parents are there." I looked over to him and asked why? "They don't get my humor and start thinking I'm coming on to their kid." I asked him the one-million dollar question, "Could it seem like your coming on to them?" He looked at me funny, but he started the conversation. "Hey, women are at their peak at that age. The are their most beautiful. These women walking around here 23 and 24 working, should be married to an NFL player or something!" It was my turn to give him a look. "They are gorgeous. Walking around here smelling good and wearing tight clothes." I lay down and stopped looking at him when we spoke. I knew that he had a liking for younger women. He was a bald middle-aged man. He wore a wedding ring and seemed normal and harmless, until he opened his mouth and said the things that were coming out. He was one a "male chauvinist pig" and two a sexual deviant that liked young women. If you are turned on by women in scrubs, you have issues. He obviously had been doing what the women in the hospital claimed was sexual harassment, because he was guilty about putting my stickies on my chest around my breast, and under my breast. I wasn't sure if he thought I was attractive, even though I thought that's why he was being so cautious with me, and I asked. "I'm not attractive, am I?" I didn't know his tastes. He was obviously a White man and I am a Black woman, but the conversation made me curious.

"Yeah, you are alright, but you aren't young." I adjusted my arms under my cover and said, "No, this year I'll be 50." He pointed at the monitor on the screen and said, "Yeah, I know." It doesn't take more than a minute for an EKG and it was taking us longer than that, because of the conversation. I was quiet, because I wanted to be out of the situation as quickly as possible. He was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Besides, I had said that I like LeBron James, "he looks like my little brother". Then I thought that was a little like incest. But I have heard numerous times that people pick mates, because they resemble family members and it's like a spark of recognition of what they are used to. Similarly, people pick mates that also act like people in their lives that lead to dysfunction. All of that would be lost on a guy like this. He had mentioned women looking for a man with money to take care of them. If women are pretty, they shouldn't even bother going to school to be a nurse, a doctor or a ultra-sound techs. These are all jobs in the hospital that makes a wage, so good that you don't need a man to take care of you or help you. My aunt was a nurse over 40-years. My sister is a doctor, and my cousin is an ultra-sound tech. All of them can and at times be free of a man's presence in their lives, and live comfortably. He saw this in the women in the hospital and was uncomfortable with it.

I tell this story as a pre-requisite to the obvious objectification of women that goes on in this country. Not just this male technician at the hospital, Lucido and Trump. All over this country and with the backlash from the #Metoo Movement, you'd think that situations like the one I discussed and the one with the young reporter would never happen in these times. They do, however, and you would think men would be more cautious in their handling of their emotional reactions to a situation. I say "emotional", because a woman in Lucido's presence brings up sexual feelings. Just like that tech at St. Joe. The thought of a woman's breast or bare body parts takes him to a place of sexual gratification. With Lucido and a bunch of young men, he is taken to a "good ole Boys" place of lasciviousness. Not only did he want one of the young men to be pleasured by the young reporter, but all of them to be pleasured by her! In my day, we called that a "Train". Every man taking turns, having sex with one woman. I know 15-years ago they called it a "Busto". I don't know what they are calling it now, but the mere suggestion is disgusting and horrifying. I believe the porn star, Jenna Jamison, did something like that to the extreme in Las Vegas. Hundreds of men lined up to have a sexual encounter with the porn-star and I believe she set some kind of record. Why would a man of that stature imply that one woman, of sound mind and judgment, wants to have sex or "have fun" with that many young men? It seems that the idea of men and women in the same space, conjures sexual scenarios with Lucido. He claims that he said something similar to a group of young women about a young man in their presence. So, this is nothing new to him and he claims that we all are over-reacting and taking things out of context. The sign of a Narcissist. Blame everyone but yourself, the person that did the unthinkable.

I remember in junior high, boys slapped our butts. They took two-fingers and undid the clasp on our bra. Sending us running to the bathroom to fix it. There was nothing done, and all I ever seen from a teacher was a stern look of warning. Those men are productive parts of our society, today. That, however, was a different time. My sister's nine-year-old, now 22, almost got kick out of Auburn Hills Schools for getting caught kissing a little girl under the slide. She said when she got there to meet with the little girl parent, she was astonished to see how the fourth grader was dressed. She explained the child wore knee-high boots. When I was nine, I was still wearing Seseame Street clothes from JC Penney. As we change over from sexual-submission to sexual-defiance, our children are growing up faster and faster. Words like those from Lucido are becoming more of the norm and less of a joking matter. Where does the people in society draw the line on sexual exploitation. Men like Lucido are who I wrote while in the Oakland County Jail, fighting for my right to remain celibate and not have sex with strange men in the jail's clinic! I wrote numerous Senators and Representatives and asked for help and none never came. I got a letter from a Representative Vincent Gregory that told me that I was writing the wrong person. I need to write to the MDOC County Jail Service Unit. I started writing a letter every week. When the man who got the letters came to the jail and saw who I was, he was shocked that I was a Black woman. He checked my face and the number on my sell, and resigned himself to the idea that I was such an articulate and resourceful person. Then he leaned down and said, "You know, you don't have to write a letter every week." I replied, "Yes, I do!"

Macomb County Prosecutor Eric Smith

Yesterday, the Jail Task Force, or whatever, presented 18 suggested legislation to combat the jail and prison problem we have in Michigan. No where in those 18 suggested legislation did they mention corruption. Not the police, sheriffs or judges. None of these people are part of the problem, just the laws? We know that a judge can make the law whatever they want it to be. I learned that first hand, when Judge Colleen O'Brien sent me to prison on a 90-day Pre-Sentence Investigation (PSI) report. When I violated the terms of my probation, her only recourse was to go back to my PSI guidelines and not over them. My guidelines were 0-90-days, which means, unless she could prove extenuating circumstances, I could only do 90-days in jail. She over-sentenced me and didn't have to answer to no one for it. She sent me to prison for 18-months to 5-years. I did four of those years, and maxed out on parole. On a 0-day sentence. In the prostitution ring, they give people due many years in prison months in jail. Even violent "Armed-Robbery" convictions, where a weapon was used in the crime. The Judicial Tenure Commission is a joke and only used to punish those who embarrass the gang or who are being punished by them. When I see legislators like Lucido on television, justifying his behavior with "I did it last week". Like his behavior is the standard by which we all live and get our being, I get so angry. These are the people that are supposed to get the police, judges and corrupt administrators in check. Lucido is in Macomb County, where the Prosecutor, Eric Smith is in charge. Smith who the State came to his residence and took cameras off his roof.

My Senator in the 12th District of Michigan says she is having trouble in the Senate. Senator Rosemary Bayer is pushing for education reforms that will help our children. It goes hand and hand with the crime rates in communities. People usually come form the juvenile system, into the adult jail system. Many of them lack a high school diploma or GED. Not only in the urban districts of Pontiac, Detroit, Benton Harbor and others. She is pushing for reform in rural areas of the State, where children are also being left behind for more affluent and suburban cities. Men like Lucido block her efforts and it gets her frustrated to be able to move or education system to a fair and equitable place. I know that my push for real prison reform will be hindered by these men. They probably frequent whorehouses and places of ill-repute, where women are used for sexual gratification and objectified. or have extra-marital affairs with mistresses and "friends". To this day I am harassed and caused harm. I can't get a registration or tab from the Secretary of State (SOS). They claim I don't have insurance. The insurance company claims that I'm not insured by them. My tires are attacked, I don't have a blower to blow heat in my vehicle and so on and so on. I have no recourse, because of men like Lucido and their secrets that keep them indebted to those that cause such harm to a woman. We are worthless and should just submit, because it would make life easier. I will not digress and I will not give in... Shame on you SENATOR Lucido for your blatant disregard for women in our State and our ability to reach new heights in our lives and careers. SHAME ON YOU!!!

Senator Lucido Explanation of his remark...

https://www.fox2detroit.com/video/644769

Reverend Doctor Douglas Jones...Preachers!

Councilwoman Doris Taylor-Burk

I got "saved" in 1996 at Liberty Missionary Baptist Church, over on Fisher Street. My cousins went to that church all their lives. If I wanted to spend the night on Saturday, I had to go to church on Sunday. Being the heathen I was, I tried to get over their house on Friday. Silly as it seems, I loved it there so much that by Saturday afternoon, we were having so much fun, I would call my mother to spend another night. That means I had to go to church, anyway. At that time, Reverend Alvin Hawkins was the Pastor. He was a tall light-skinned man with a bald head and glasses. I can't remember a word he preached. Not a phrase, scripture or hymnal that was involved in his sermons. I did, however, know I was there. It is always emotional to be in a Baptist church. Every Easter, we would get a new dress and go to church, too. Liberty that is embedded in my childhood. My cousins got older and I stopped spending the night. They got jobs and track and volleyball, and my their mother started to only requiring Sunday School. After a while church was not an issue, even if my cousin Annie went anyway. She even worked all through high school and would go on the Sundays she didn't work. She made everyone look like heathens...God rest her soul!

So, when I had problems at my job and quit with rent due in a week, I had no idea what I would do. I lay in my bed in the sun, everyday. I had no way of escaping the light, I had no way to escape my God. I wrote in my journal one day, "I don't know what going on, but tomorrow, I'm going to church and making it right!" It took me two Sundays, but on that second Sunday, I did what was right and turned my life over to Christ. It went fast, too. I was going so fast and learning and growing on God's Grace. There were several men in the Crystal Lake District that I revered; as I should. There was my Pastor, Reverend Billy D. Allen, Solomon Smith Sr. His junior my classmate. Reverend McDonald (Friendship), Reverend Thompson (Messiah), Reverend Johnson (New Bethel) and a host of cast and character. Reverend Doctor Jones was one of these men. They taught me most of what I know about the Bible and lessons and stuff. Mostly, they taught me that Baptist Preacher cheat on their wives. They not only hit on me, but all the women around me. That's part of this, but not all. The ministers kidded with one another and called each other doctor. When in reality, there was only one doctor among them and that was Dr. Theodore Smith.

I respected Rev. Jones, Welcome Missionary Baptist Church, until last night. He got up in the City Council Meeting and said that the Mayor had made a promise to move the Glenwood Plaza Project forward, for Dr. Doris Taylor-Burk.   She's mad, because she isn't getting action as soon as she wants it. Last week, to the "Car Wash" and showed how she is trying to hide and the mess she won't keep clean. She needs money and she needs money bad. I know that Kone Bowman is in needs of funds and he thinks that he's going to get it out of Fed Ex. After my blog about his wife trying to listen in on my session with my nurse practitioner at CNS , he backed out of the City Council position vacated by the late Councilman Don Woodward. The Fed Ex situation has seemingly gone silent. Randy Carter gave a bit of information about a "code name" for Amazon; desperately. These people are hungry and can't get beyond sitting at a table feasting off the people of Pontiac. They are vicious little monsters that are hangry with the Mayor for not allowing them to eat. Douglas Jones standing at that podium mad me angry. He doesn't even live in Pontiac. There was a time that all the pastors in Pontiac lived in Pontiac and held a stake in our situation. Coming her on Sunday morning, holding Bible study on Wednesday and Choir rehearsal on Thursday is not living in Pontiac.

They keep talking about a grocery store. All the people are going to do is steal! Rob whatever company that comes there out of all of their goods. Crooks are already getting themselves prepared for selling the merchandise to local stores and restaurants in the area. Not to mention the cashier that will "hook-up" their friends and family and who you will never find at the check-out buy their allotment of groceries for their home. Besides, what does a preacher have to do with mind altering drugs? He should be far from any situation where drugs, legal or illegal are being discussed. This entire thing makes him look bad. There is no reason for a minister to have any dealing with the marijuana business in Pontiac. If he has an ailment that medical marijuana helps with pain and discomfort, I would see no problem with him endorsing marijuana. When he comes to that podium and talks about a grocery store and dispensaries, I have to take a second look. Are you a preacher or a drug dealer? Plus, several Pontiac preachers were regulars at Sears. As you recall they were running a stealing ring out of that store, up until they closed. A few of them went to Forever 21 at Great Lakes Crossing. Forever 21 is closing, if its not closed already!

They are trying to weasel their way into this marijuana. The same people that closed the Summit Place Mall and trying to break Great Lakes Crossing. This ring is diabolical and they have a hold on Reverend Jones. Like I said, he was a regular at Sears and I know that you can't survive in this city without being a part of the scam. Taylor-Burk was a member of Liberty, when I was a member some 20-years ago. She got a solo in the choir. She did a duet with Ms. Graham and did a lousy job, but she gave plenty of money to the church. So, she got to sang. Rev. Jones, may have become acquainted with her then. I know I became acquainted with him doing Girl Scouts. He was willing to help, but I was turned off by his "friend". We have to understand that these preachers are scammers and cheaters and we must not take their endorsements seriously. I can see this project is a racket. All the players are involved in a racket, and just because Rev. Jones has put his two-cents in hasn't changed my mind one bit. If I see him out there with one of his parishioners with a truck, cleaning that mess up at the "Car Wash", I will be satisfied. Since he doesn't live here, he has no business telling the Mayor how to run her city. He and all the preachers holding church on Sunday in Pontiac, but going home to a half-a-million dollar home, can keep their two-cent in their pocket!

Back in 2010, before the Oakland County Sheriff took over Pontiac Patrol, Sheriff Michael Bouchard went to Rev. Jones to secure the contract. I was in a meeting where Rev. Jones played defense for Bouchard. He kept everyone at bay, but I spoke out of turn and asked the hard questions. Like, "How can White deputies patrol a predominately Black city.? Because Oakland County doesn't hire Black deputies!" Where Rev. Jones lives, there are no Blacks patrolling his streets, and he doesn't care about us. What he was concerned about is his members getting jobs with Oakland County and paying tithes to Welcome Missionary Baptist Church. A favor from ole Mike, for getting those who trust Jones in Pontiac to allow the contract. Now, I know that they are running a whorehouse in the jail's clinic. And targeting our young women to be sold. I'm sure they'll be jobs for his members at the grocery store and free food, too! We don't have anything good in Pontiac, because Pontiac is not good. Drugs have taken over our city and the people in it, are using all of their efforts to steal whatever's not nailed to the floor. It's just sad and even sadder when the clergy get's involved. We must be focused on prosperity and not getting over. As Christians, the effort should always be on the law. Jesus said, "Give unto Caesar, what is Caesar's" Corruption is not what Caesar wants...