After Patricia confronted Pancho about the women on the job and he beat her up, she moved back with her sister to Detroit. I had moved from my mother’s and had gotten an apartment. Even if she did like to hang with Black folk, she still looked White. She got herself a job in Waterford and she would stay with me from time to time. I liked the company, and she would bring “the boys”. We would cook and watch television like we did when she lived here. This guy who was crazy about her had put together a piece of car for her and I had lost my car, and she would take me to work. One day, she was taking me to work, and she made a startling confession. She had to go to the Pontiac Police for an interview. Paul had applied for a job there and as a part of the process, people close to him had to be interviewed. Since she had lived with him and had his twins, she was someone they wanted to speak to. “I know you’re not going to do it! Well, not give him a good review.” She told me that he needed the job, and it would help him take care of the twins.
“You still want to give him those boys!” I turned in the car to look at her, “And your going to the police and lie to them after everything he put you through?” Suddenly there was a voice from the back seat. “My Dad’s going to be a cop, he’s going get the bad guys!” He was elated. “Your Dad is the bad guy!” I spit out from the front seat and turned to look at him. He looked confused. “DON’T SAY THAT TO HIM!” Patricia scolded me from the driver’s seat, “That’s his father!” “I don’t believe you are defending him the way he used to beat your ass!”
She was stuck with him like all the people in his family. Everyone but his mother knows how sorry he is, and she hates it. She blames it on her mother, his grandmother. “Rea was a sweet woman that loved him very much and let him do whatever he wanted all his life, while his mother left him with her to live her life. He hates his mother, probably because she left him to be raised by his mother and when she didn’t like the way he turned out it took it out on him. He was a teenager when she took him from “Rea”, whom he loved dearly. Only to try to raise him when he is grown. She wasn’t his mother, “Rea” was, and she had coddled him and treated him like he was special. All his mother’s discipline was nothing but causing him to resent her, and I guess it turned into hate eventually. Patricia and I talked on the phone for hours and I have to say this to people who want to treat their significant other badly, beat them and talk badly to them, don’t tell them your secrets, because they have no loyalty to you; not really. They’ll tell all your business. Patricia told me everything. Patricia kept “The boys” from their father’s abusive nature. Her eldest son, the one that’s not his knew. When the door was closed to their bedroom, he would bang on the door and cry out, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOMMY!”
She left him, though. She went and lied to the Pontiac Police, however, and ruined my life. One time, after she’d left him, he had come to her sister's house and tried to beat her up. She had told him that she had come to my house to show me the last beating. “She knows everything. I showed her.” Then she went and lied to the police and got him that job with the Pontiac Police Department. It was the worse thing anyone has done to me. The man is diabolical, and the badge he has is just a tool he uses to destroy the lives of people in his way. That would be me.
On September 11, 2001, I made a bad choice. I called a friend at the Pontiac Police. Only three years before, my brother had been indicted. My brother’s case had been dismissed, but the prosecutor had sent the indictment to a higher court to have the charge reinstated. We were waiting to see what would happen. The charges were reinstated and two years later, my brother was tried and convicted. He was 19 years in prison. Thanks to Pancho, I did four years. I told my lawyer, wrote letters to the judge saying he used to beat my best friend years before and that he is using his authority as a police detective to punish me for knowing and seeing his brutality all over my friend’s body. Nobody cared and nobody listened to me. They even over sentence me. I had never done time before. I was arrested twice but never convicted or did time in jail. My statutory guidelines were 0-90 days in jail. Upon violating the conditions of my probation, the most I could get is 90-days in jail. Colleen O’Brien gave me 18months to 5years in prison. While in prison, I was declared officially insane, because I was beating up all my bunkies, because they anted to have sex with me. One woman wanted me to steal green peppers out of the kitchen. I didn’t care; I got my own room. I didn’t have to worry about another sleepless night, until now.
Pancho is the devil who is jealous of women. He hates me, because of what I know about him. I told you that his family thinks he walks on water. I saw his cousin at “The Choice” at The Apostolic Church. I asked her about the twins and if Pancho still had them. She had her nerves to say, “Paul would never let Patricia raise them boys!” I turned my head quickly so she could see the expression on my face. I was so pissed, and she knew, they all knew. She didn’t have anyone while she was living in Pontiac. They are just as culpable for her abuse as he was, abusers have a way of turning people who trust them to villainize their victims and even make them believe that they deserve the abuse. Somehow these people are less than human. They do everything wrong that ruins the abuser’s life. Patricia was the primary caretaker for the twins. She gave them to him, because she was worn out and didn’t want the reminder. I begged her not to, but I didn’t know what it was like to be abused. At least that’s what she said. She tried to still be a mother and come to see the twins on a regular basis, but Pancho didn’t like that people would think she cared. He was telling people she was a horrible mother and person. If she came to see them and loved them people would think she was good. He couldn’t have that, and he put her on child support. Whenever she crossed eight mile, as soon as she got behind, he would have her arrested. His own cousin told me that.
When I came home from prison, he wouldn’t stop either. He was convinced and still convinced Patricia, and I were lovers. He is bi-sexual and wants the world to be bi-sexual, too. Every chance he gets, he tries to put me with a woman. I don’t swing both ways, it goes against God’s Word. I let people do what they want to do, it’s just me. So, when I came home, I wasn’t who he thought I would be. He has never stopped harassing me. I got tired of it, and went to the Chief of Police to make a complaint, and he charged me with stalking him. That’s when I went to Oakland County Jail and was picked out for prostitution and made an enemy of all the deputies who work the Annex. I’m harassed constantly. When I tried to complain to Lt. Robert Ford, he called one Tuesday morning to say if I made another complaint, he would send me back to jail.
People are always talking about how bad White people are, and they are, but Black people can be bad to other Black people, too. I don’t know where Patricia is. I haven’t seen her in 30 years. “The boys”, are grown men now. I heard she got married and was an emotional wreck. I can believe it after all she’s been through. I’m an emotional wreck and I’ve never lived with Pancho or had his children. The racket is relentless and scary. The protect drug dealers, pimp prisoners and steal from local stores. I got fired from Meijer because I refused to give free groceries to mostly White patrons in the racket. They kill people, too. I spend most of my time inside. One day I left my hotel room after three or four days to go to the store, and this crazy bulldagger stepped to me and stared me directly in the eyes and wouldn’t go away. Just stood there looking at me with a grin I didn’t like. She was even blocking me in. As I walked back to the chips, I thought, “Paul.” He’s not giving up; they aren’t giving up. They’re watching me, still, but someone is watching them, too…
"They shoot from ambush at the innocent; they shoot suddenly , without fear. Thet encourage each other in evil plans, they talk about hiding their snares, they say. 'Who will see it?' They plot injustice and say,'"We have devised the perfect plan!' Surely the human heart and mind is cunning."
Psalm 64:10
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