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...
