The Oakland County Sheriff's Department tried to kill me twice. The first time, I had a stroke after eating salty chicken wings from China Jade. They claimed my blood glucose was 536 and that had caused me to have a stroke. I had been diagnosed with diabetes in the winter of 2015. It was Christmas time, and I was so thirsty. With it being the holiday we had a lot of pop in the house. I’m thirsty, we have pop, and I used it to quench my thirst. That was a horrible choice, because it only made my “diabetes” worse. I would be put on a medication that causes diabetes in patients. Then put on another medication that causes diabetes, it’s hard to find a psychotropic medication that doesn’t have the potential to give a patient diabetes. My niece is on the same medication, and she is now diabetic. Poisoning my food and giving me a stroke and blaming it on my condition is convenient. I’m not the only one. Kim, Tammy, Debra and the kid hit on his bike on Baldwin. People die, messing with OCSD. There were several murders on Baldwin that were suspicious during these 15 years I’ve known about the corruption in the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD), including the death of Vernon a childhood friend from “The Projects”. When I first watched the story of Monica Cannady on television, I asked myself if she could be an OCJ girl. The idea that she thought the police was trying to kill her is not lost on me. This racket is huge and the in the white cars, trucks and SUV’s are real, too. They’ve been following me for 25 years. I worked at Sears from 1998-2002. That’s the color of the cars many of the managers drove. It’s a sign that you belong to their gang of thieves that stole from the store and took it “Up North” to sell.
These people are everywhere. I don’t go to Walmart, anymore. It was easy to follow me and harass me there. Everywhere I go they are there. I have a hard time going anywhere, because they always want me to know they are there. They like to go before me and let people know I’m coming. They told my friend’s husband when ICE came to get him that it was me who turned him in and that I’m FBI. Everywhere I go, they’re there, my phone is tapped they follow me either with an apparatus in my car the GPS on my phone, they are consistent and overbearing. It’s something out of a movie. These people have a lot to lose. It’s not just prostitution, but drugs, theft and government entities. If Monica was at the edge, they could easily push her over the edge. I remember almost having a breakdown, because I had a white vehicle problem. They were everywhere. They try to make crash scenarios, speed pass you down the road, move slowly down the road and create chaos on the road in general. They love to act like they are going to run into you from a side street or when you're making a left turn. It is very scary to drive. They love to say people are crazy, and nothing they say can be looked at as true. They made sure when I left the jail that I was deemed insane. I’ve been institutionalized a total of four times due to police misconduct. That includes the time in prison. One day you take a ride to the Forensic Center, and the next thing you know, you’re legally insane. I get a check every month and I’ve earned every penny. The first thing they do is call you crazy. They have the resources to make it true. When you have a charge, and can’t bail, you are the property of OCJ. What they write about you and send to the judge is deemed true, even if it’s a bunch of lies. Whatever law enforcement says is bond. Never mind they are liars and lie all the time, and it’s legal. How can you tell someone who can do and say what they want without being questioned. They ruin my name all the time.They've ruined Monica, even her family says she was crazy. Once again crazy means "liar".
The second time they tried to kill me they would take their time. Let’s start by saying that the racket has a lot of “tricks” at the hospital. Doctors have so much money. I’m telling you that hospitals are “hot beds” for prostitution, and the idea that OCSD found her there is no surprise to me. They have snitches everywhere and one of them in that hospital called to tell OCSD she was there. St. Joe is now Trinity Health. I have changed doctors at least four times over the last 10 years since I discovered I had diabetes. All of them were infiltrated by OCSD and the racket. At St. Joe, I was still treated for diabetes and high blood pressure. The doctor claimed my cholesterol was being managed well. It was always my A1C and blood pressure. I was on four blood pressure medications. One of those medications is Amlodipine. The doctor who had taken over my case thus far said that it caused swelling in the legs and helped patience with heart issues. He made it clear that I didn’t have heart problems, but he was using it to get my blood pressure under control. Even changing my diet and taking my medications, it was always 10-15 points higher than the average blood pressure. I was on four blood pressure meds that were slowly killing me and giving me a heart problem. I had low blood pressure. I would be at work like I was going to pass out. When I told my doctor at Trinity Health, he asked me what medications I was on, and I couldn’t remember, he rushed me spitting, “If you can’t tell me what medication you are on, I can’t tell you if you have low blood pressure”. I pointed to the laptop he was holding and asked him, “Aren’t they in my file?” He was nasty and snipped, “No!”
I kept taking my medicine as prescribed. I was scared if I didn’t, I would be harming myself and deemed insane. It just takes a crooked judge to lock me in a mental institution for the fifth time. I was still taking my medication, going to work feeling that my heart was going to stop beating all at once. When my psychiatric nurse practitioner took me off one of my blood pressure medications. She just opened our appointment with the declaration she thought I was on too much blood pressure medication, and she was taking away half of my anxiety medication. It as the stuff I need. I was shocked, because they switched nurse practitioners when I took a stress leave from work, because of mt anxiety at the job. See, they control most stores in Oakland County and a lot of them came into the store. They lost me my job, but they didn’t want me to claim mental distress, which was exactly what I was feeling. They had CNS get rid of the beloved doctor and gave me the one I have, now. It seems that they don’t have a hold onto her as they thought. She wasn’t willing to be involved with a murder.
This is what I think would have happened. I would have gone to work one day and passed out due to the low blood pressure and an ambulance would have taken me to the hospital and I would never have made it out. The second time they tried killing my mother, she refused to go to the hospital. I begged her, she wouldn’t keep anything in. She was 81 years old and was losing weight, every day. She still just lay in the bed and waited for it to pass. They had poisoned her wine. Yep, they’ll get you with things bottled. I bought this hair care treatment, and I was using it, but it wasn’t causing my hair to grow, but making it fall out. “Pancho” wants me bald so badly. He wants my man. I think he’s still mad about John. Monica wasn’t crazy but probably being harassed for whatever reason she believed. I know I wouldn’t stop talking about what they tried to do to me and what they did to others. They’ve gotten my book off Amazon, everybody was scared to buy it, anyway. Facebook is supposed to be shutting down my pages every day. Today, they took down my Three Kids and a Racket part II blog. I can’t share and tag people in other parts of the country. If I tag my brother in California or my cousins in NYC or Atlanta, they take it down immediately. Don’t want me to go nationwide.
They broke the link to my blog on my Facebook page. Google is posted chronologically. If you Google me, my latest blog won’t appear. Stuff from 2002 and 2010 will all appear. Nothing about what I wrote about the OCSD. I have over 200 blogs. across two pages. Yaktownlaisly an Other Stuff and Wanawake. A page I created for my Marketing class at Walsh College. My slumlord, Clyde Kemp stole my diploma one day while rummaging through my stuff and gave it to “Pancho” who took it to Walsh and claimed it was fake. They told him that it was real. I have a Masters; he didn’t take that one. “Pancho” thought he had fixed my chances at a degree. My Operation teacher did flunk me unfairly, but Walsh’s secrets are greater than he is evil and diabolical. My slumlord filed for eviction, after I got in Pontiac’s escrow program. He said that my tub had overflowed and caused damage downstairs. I knew that a woman and her daughter had lived downstairs. He had came upstairs asking me about water running in my apartment, because there was a leak downstairs. I didn’t have a leak, but my tub had been drip-dropping since I moved in. In a couple of weeks, she and her daughter moved. I was coming home one night, and they were moving. He had shown me the teenaged girl as a potential lover. He presented her, after I called him “old”, after he cussed me out about the trash. He had filled all the bins, and I had met him downstairs to show him the situation. Suddenly, he walked over and knocked on their door. A young teenager opened the door, and he stretched the screen and looked back at me and put on an evil grin. I stood there and the young teenager, and I had the same look on our face, “What?”
I had never seen her before and haven’t seen her since. Clyde was calling himself telling me I was old, and he had fresh meet downstairs. This teen was barely 12 years old. I really don’t know why they moved so suddenly. He made me sign a year lease. She was there about six months. Maybe the leak was too much, maybe he came on to the teen. After he made his accusation, I needed to talk to her. She could tell the court that he was lying, and the leak had been there before July 13, 2024. Her mail was coming to my address now and I had learned her name, Fay Alexander. A Further search on Facebook and I found out she also used Cannady. I saw her at a balloon release. I kept reading and discovered she’s a relative of Monica Cannady, the woman that froze in a field in Pontiac. That teenager was the little girl who had survived that night. I was shocked. I had been messaging her family or who I thought was her family on Facebook. No one would answer me. Her family, people I’ve known for 40+ years took their message button off their Facebook page, and I blocked them. Now, it’s a guarantee I won’t ask them any more questions. I believe she is akin to the slunlord's girlfriend. I started writing her family telling them I didn't want to talk about the death of Monica, but Fay's and my slumlord, Clyde Kemp. Who has been getting help from OCSD from the beginning of our landlord tenant proceeding. proceedings. They have CPS and MDHHS on their team.
slumlord, Clyde Kemp. Still, I got no reply. I have two friends who have either recently died or had a stroke this month. The one friend and I worked at a store that she had worked at for over 20 years, and the racket has been stealing out of since it’s inception in 1988. My other friend had an aneurysm and stroke. She and I collaborated to send her low-down African husband back to Senegal. They came and got him and told him that he had to stay with my friend, because he had two other wives. He couldn’t just keep marrying women and keeping his green card and stay in America. That wrote her death warrant as soon as she left him and changed her name. If she died of natural causes, he could marry again and stay in the country. Everyone they kill die of a seizure, heart attack or stroke. Then they told him the biggest lie. He was told I’m FBI. FBI can't stand me. I write and tell them they aren't doing their job. It's been 15 years and so many deaths. My friend, not wanting him to know she was in it with me, cut me off. Claimed she was mad I told one of her best friends her African was having sex with their daughter. Yes, his daughter from his loins. They sleep with their sister’s too in Senegal. She had a 43% chance at living. She made it! Thank you, Jesus! They flew her up to Flint, they’d killed her at St. Joe or Osteopathic/McClaren. They would have finished the job. That’s what my mother knew when se got sick. The sheriff’s put Fay up with the slumlord, Clyde Kemp. They set me up with him, too. I didn’t like him at 16 and I don’t like him at 54. I worked and used that as extra money. When they took my job, I got unemployment. When I got into the escrow program that made them mad. I keep winning and they keep causing me to lose. Ain’t God good? Isn’t He the majesty we all want and need? I think Job said it best:
“Though they slay me, yet will I trust Him!”
Job 13:15
