That Fateful Day: A Mother and her Children

I was scrolling through my feed, today. It seems this is the day they found Masheeka and her daughters dead in their apartment. It was the summer of ’95 when the both of us worked together at HQ. I had become a Lead after working there for only two months. I had left Sears in ’95. I had just stood around peddling, siding, windows and cabinet refacing. This was not my real purpose; however, my real purpose was stopping the men and women who worked there from stealing out the store. There was a group of them that took things out of the store by the truck loads and sold them in flea markets, trade shows and events UpNorth. Back then there was no place for people in areas like Cass City and Bad Axe to shop. These days Walmart’s can be found in the deepest rural areas, but not back then. When I went to work at HQ, I saw the same cast of characters I had seen at Sears. HQ couldn’t take the abundance of stealing Sears could at that time. Sears would fold, but not as quickly as HQ did. I guess it’s old money that kept them afloat for such a long time, but they still went under, partially for the in-store theft, partially for not keeping up with the internet switch, the world was embracing. These men and women still exist, but their days are numbered.

Masheeka was a part of this crew. These people were mostly White people that used young Black people as expendables. These types were guilty of petty crimes. They gave away goods of lesser amounts at the cash register. I know the girls at HQ let large garbage cans full of merchandise go through the check-out lane, allowing sliding glass doors to go out one door and in another, to be returned and entire cabinet sets go through not being rung up. There was three of these young women in ’95, Stacey, Elmisha and Masheeka. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying they were wrong, they were just getting by. The gig was full proof, because the police were the biggest culprits in the scam. There were the Pontiac Police, Waterford Police, all the Bloomfield, West Bloomfield, Bloomfield Hills, Bloomfield Township. and of course, the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department. Troy had their own HQ and Sears. Troy is big in prostitution, all those office buildings they have. Women just sit at the bar and wait for men to get off work and have a drink. At that time, I didn’t know what else these young women were into, but they were all lovely enough to be into it all. When Stacey R. There were two Stacey’s. There was Stacey R., the Black one and Stacey B, the White one. The White one was going to Michigan State and is a nurse with two kids, now. Stacey R was fast and wasn’t doing much, I think she has a few kids and last I saw her, she was selling shoes she stole from Sears. It was her thing, shoes. She had worked at Shoe Carnival, before she worked at Sears. Elmisha is doing well, I think, she had a gig at the Post Office, along with her scheming at HQ. Masheeka, well, Masheeka is dead. Killed by her boyfriend who was let out of prison on “accident”.

When they first started talking about it on the news, I didn’t think anything about it. Now this same group of thieves have sent me to prison for something I didn’t do, declared me insane and follow me wherever I go. Masheeka never had a chance. She knew something and had more than likely threatened the wrong person. The person they showed on the television that fateful day, was no other than Paul “Pancho” McDougal. He was sitting in a courtroom in 50th District Court, relaxing. He had sat back, stretched his arms on the bench, crossed his legs at the ankles and let out a satisfying sigh from his lips. I thought, “Not that mother*cker”. He had beat the “dog doo” out my best friend and sent her packing back to Detroit. He was also the cop that years later would follow behind the Facebook killer, while she chased two frightened young women down the street, and never blew a horn, flashed a light or sound a siren. Where one young woman was killed, one young woman was maimed, and one young woman is doing 25 years for Second-Degree Murder. A racist Oakland County said she deserved for being so reckless to kill a young White woman, who was so bold to come where she was obviously in danger. It seems that the police allow shady-defective police to get a pass, but who is going to protect us? Nobody heard Masheeka’s cries. Nobody stopped me from going to prison or jail, Patricia lives with her scars and The Abernathy girl blood cries out from Woodward Street. One man, one name, “Pancho”. What a shame! He is still working as a deputy. He’s been working for over 25 years. People like him must work beyond retirement. He’s been promoted and demoted, but I bet he has plenty of bills. He owes a lot of people, not to mention his drug habit. Due to all his countless habits, he owns a lot of people who make the mistake of indulging in superfluity of naughtiness with this man. A strategy he picked up a long the way. Can you imagine how many favors he had to call in to get her boyfriend out “on accident”?

I’ve been in prison now, and I know you’re never let out on an accident! You’re doing your time and that’s it! Your ARUS, the parole board, everyone knows your date. All the men on the yard, your bunky, everybody! If you have two dates, you go to your ARUS, and they will let you know your real date. You might not know that you’re going on a writ, a court date, but you always know if you’re going home! “Pancho” has a devious mind. When he saw the love letters I had written to my so-called victim, he saw his chance to totally discredit my existence. No one would ever believe me when I told the truth about my friend. I wonder what Masheeka knew. I wonder what she saw. She’s his type, and I wonder if they were involved in some way. I just remember her coming to HQ on her day-off with her then boyfriend, Rahim. They were in his raggedy, Grand Prix or Cutlass. She had one of those babies that were killed in her lap, putting her pacifier in her mouth to calm her down. I can also remember that she wouldn’t play the “Key flick” game with Stacey and Elmisha. She could care less who was Lead and who wasn’t. It wasn’t part of her agenda. Mad that she had left money unattended in the cash room, Stacey and Elmisha started a “key flick” game. As Lead, if they had made a mistake or needed to void out something, I had to give what we called a “key flick”. Stacey and Elmisha called “key flick” all day. They made mistakes on purpose. Not Masheeka, and now she needed a “key flick”, she turned, looked at me, smiled, and in an almost whisper said, “key flick”. That made my day. I’ll never forget it. With all the stress and frustration, I was going through, she wasn’t there for none of it. I hope God is taking care of her and her daughters, I hope her little one has found her way. I hope that all the people who know what happened to her have sleepless nights and restless dreams, I hope that the man who did it to her finds God while he rots forever. I hope… For the people who know why it happened, nobody faults you for keeping your silence, people can be cruel, and peace is the journey you are looking for. Women always have someone they tell their secrets to…

“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.” – Psalms 127:3

HELP!

It has been a rough couple of months for me. I have tried to keep all my senses intact, but it’s been hard. I asked my nurse practitioner for some pill for depression; it’s been so hard. My life is not what I expected since I’ve decided not to be a prostitute and live my life as a decent human being and love myself as God intended me to. This world is more evil than good. You must stay prayed up to get by. Men will seek your life to destroy it, because they have fallen into the traps of life and are now living a miserable existence like they are. I remember while in Oakland County Jail (OCJ), there was a trustee who disliked me. I overheard her telling her partner that she didn’t understand why they were leaving me alone. She didn’t want to have sex with women, either, but was forced into it by other prisoners. This young woman was barely in her twenties. I don’t see what she was doing in jail in the first place, but it is always best not to ask questions. She didn’t like me, anyway. I was living in the disciplinary pod, because I did “get along” well with others. Like I did in prison, I would fight. Fights usually start with an argument. When it got loud, they would rush in and move me. This young woman worked both sides of the pods, “Max” and “Disciplinary”. When I was in “Max” she was content. Once I got across 29, the door that separated “Max” from “Disciplinary”, she became perturbed. She wouldn’t serve my dinner. I had to stand at my door and watch her. If I was laying down, she would slip right pass and I would miss a meal. Missing meals in jail can be detrimental to your health. They don’t feed you enough to live on. I usually lose about 40 pounds in jail.

I’m in a similar situation living in these hotels in Auburn Hills. They believe that your body is theirs and they can force you into having sex for money. They play games with their more attractive guests, like deactivating your key every time they see you leave out. It may seem petty, but it can really get on your nerves. When you’ve been out running errands half the day and all you want to do is go to your room and sit under the air. You get to your door, and it flashes red instead of green, it’s a hard pill to swallow. I started checking my key, before I closed my door. The madam at the old hotel told me “That’s smart”. It didn’t matter, when I got back, my key was still deactivated. They have no shame and see people as belonging to them and not to themselves. My room was raided, just like my apartment was whenever I left. There is this thing they, OCSD, does with my toilet that I believed as just nasty water in the building. Except, it is happening in the new hotel I live in, too. The same black gunk in the toilet. In this hotel the toilets are brand new. They don’t have a handle to flush, but a button on top. Inside the tank is crowded with different kinds of apparatuses that this guck they put in got all over it. I noticed the top of the tank was ajar one day. I didn’t think anything of it, until the black stuff started leaving a ring around the toilet. I lifted the tank lid, and everything inside had this black stuff on it. This place is different and if the toilet wasn’t so new, I would never have known.

Since I was leaving anyway, I had a time with the living situation, especially when my eggs came up missing. The woman stealing my license was the last straw. I got so mad that I just started yelling. I was asked by the police to sit outside and wait for the patrol officer to get there, and a dear man came to help me. He was the police, but you couldn’t ell by the way he helped me move. I mean it was a miracle. I did not plan to move that day and had to pack and move on a whim. It was not only frustrating, but hard. I’m getting old I must admit and picking up all that stuff and stuffing it in bags were worse. Just like when my slumlord put my things out on the porch. My brother-in-law came to help me. He had just turned 70 in early April. He moved my things by himself and consolidated my new storage that was larger than my old storage. Like that officer God helped me, sending me what I needed. I am so grateful. My brother-in-law, Kenny, has fallen into hard times and needs some help. The other night, he was too tired to take his saws out of his truck and thought they would be safe for the night. He was wrong, and his two saws that he used to make extra money with were stolen. He was bummed and I was, too. After what he had done for me, I couldn’t help me. I’ve fallen into hard times, too. Please, when you read this click the link and give him what you can. It would be greatly appreciated, and it would help him. My sister, his wife, passed in 2023, and he cares for my nephew who just graduated high school. Than you in advance.

https://gofund.me/f3f0dd39

“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God” Hebrews 13:16

Auburn Hills: Best Little Whorehouse in Michigan

Okay, so the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) had Cynthia Walker put me out. I was living in a heatless apartment, and I moved into an extended-stay hotel. I was there for five months. At the fourth month, they realized that I wasn’t going to prostitute willingly and left me a copy of Auburn Hills ordinance that said that I had to move after being in the hotel for 90-days. If I needed to dispute the issue, I needed to contact the City Manger a man named Thomas Tanghe. He is the interim-city manager. He uses that as an excuse not to follow the law. “Ignorance is no excuse.” The last hotel, Mainstay Suites, put me out without notice and the Auburn Hills Police came and put me out. They claimed the hotel is private property and they can put me out for any reason, it’s their right.

There is a law in Michigan that trumps a city ordinance, all city law must comply with state and federal laws. Michigan State Law states that anyone living in an extended-stay hotel for longer than 28-days is a tenant and no longer a transient guest. They have become a tenant, and that means they have all rights of a landlord-tenant relationship. The manager and their staff are not able to just call the police and remove you from the premises. They must evict you and they must have cause. The days of just putting people out of their homes and creating a homeless person are over.

I moved into another extended stay and the manager just told me that she does 80 days and you can come back in 30 days. I looked at her and she’s Asian and just silently shook my head. They are out here making their own laws. Doing whatever they want. I told her that that’s not the law, and her male minion told me when I mentioned Thomas Tanghe that their lawyers fight to keep it that way. She said that after 80 days, she calls the police. I told her, “The police know who I am.” I was so calm that she was overwhelmed. I don’t get mad and cuss people out. The people at the Mainstay were stealing my stuff. While I was outside talking to the police, they stole all the tops from my storage containers and my pots. Just to get next to me, but they’ll understand. At least I hope they will, but these people are stupid, and they think you’re stupid, too. I’m sad that they don’t respect me as a human but treat me like a prostitute and are stealing my stuff, already. It’s been a week and two days.

The manager has started harassing me. She put signs on my car telling me that my car isn’t registered and it would be towed, today. She put these notes on 8”x11” xerox paper on the back window and my front windshield. It read, something about “valued guest” or something like that. I didn’t feel valued, I felt embarrassed. Someone had stolen my tab from my car months ago. I didn’t know, but the police kept coming behind me and taking off without stopping me. When I was told that it was missing, I knew then why police cars were pulling behind me but not stopping me. I thought it was OCSD checking to see if I have insurance. You know they can do that now. They can tell if you have insurance and pull you over if you don’t and tow your car. If you’re willing to you can just give the patrolman a blow job and go on about your way. I’m going to sue the City of Auburn Hills. I have pointed out the state law and given it to Tanghe. He’s relying on the OCSD to keep him safe.

They never tell them that they are under federal investigation. Chances are I am not the only person these hotels are doing this to, in fact I know I’m not. Extended stays are just that. People have lived in them for years, but the theme in Auburn Hills has changed and prostitution is the game. These hotels aren’t being used for the purposes intended. When I saw the manager was Asian, I knew this was a whorehouse. She thinks I’m going to be a prostitute. Never in her wildest dreams. She keeps talking about the police. I’m going to sue them, too. They are supposed to uphold the law, not make up new ones to arrest you on. They sent Officer Jackson, their muscle to scare and intimidate me. He got in my face and told me if I didn’t keep packing, he was going to arrest me. He said he heard me yelling over the phone.

I was telling me the same stuff the other officer had said about it being private property. I was telling him that I’m a tenant and they must evict me and can’t throw me out at will. He got mad at the truth being told to his face and gave me another threat. He said that he was going to throw all my things out the window onto the driveway. He had “the dumpster”, but there was no dumpster outside my window. Just like the jail, they got muscles just like Thicke and Freedline out here in Auburn Hills. Officer Johnson is at least 6’4” and 250 pounds. I must admit I was afraid. I kept packing and let the truth go. You must be able to pick your battles and that one wasn’t one I was interested in fighting. OCSD got Auburn Hills turned out. For real…

“Food is meant for the stomach “God will destroy one and the other. The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but the Lord, and the Lord for the body” I Corinthian’s 6:13

Yeah, OCSD convince him quickly!

Kelli Bryant: Now do Y'all Believe Me?

Look at her, fat from all that hot food!

I’m late! I ran errands all day yesterday and missed the news at five and six. I was wondering why Michael Bouchard was on television today about finding guns at a graduation two days ago. Kelli Bryant is free. She has prostituted her way out of jail. I saw the look she gave Cynthia Walker at her last court date. She was mad at her. I wrote the Judicial Tenure Commission on Walker, because she made me homeless for not letting my sexually deviant slumlord in my apartment without notice. Anybody in Pontiac who knows Clyde Kemp, knows he’s a pervert. He had been coming into my apartment without permission and decided to call and ask and I’m put out of my home. Kelli Bryant is a sex worker and is free on bond, because Cynthia Walker gave her a break and lowered her bond. Now, I’m living with the same issues I was in jail in the hotels in Auburn Hills. I am not a prostitute, and the police are trying to force me to prostitute in the city. I was thrown out of a hotel, because the men, the transients living in the hotel wanted to buy me, but I wasn’t for sale. Even the City’s Manager wrote me an email and told me I had to leave the hotel and that even if he tells me to stay, they can kick me out whenever they want, because it’s private property. That’s not the law, but Auburn Hills is a lawless city. They make their own laws and use their police to enforce them. Mike doesn’t know what to do. He knows about what I’m going through right now and has created a fictious story about stopping a mass shooting in Pontiac. Two days after it happened! Really Mike, really? Look at this it don't even sound right, they don't look right, they lying...

I don’t know what more I can say about the corruption in Oakland County. Last Friday, I spent my first night in this extended-stay hotel. I was at the Mainstay for five months. I had a place to go to. When Clyde Kemp put my stuff out of my apartment and locked the doors, I was homeless. Oakland County Sheriff’s Department and the Auburn Hills Police thought they had me where they wanted me, and the women in the hotel started harassing me. They had been stealing little things out of my room, but then they started stealing big stuff, my wigs, my food, my beer and anything they wanted. They didn’t care about the police. The police were on there side. The police were helping me move. When we took the carts down to unload and get the last of my things, the housekeeper stole my blender. The cop told me before we left, “Don’t forget your blender when you come back up.” When I got back with the empty cart, my blender was gone! I told you all that Kelli Bryant is a sex worker and if a bail bondsman got her out, she is working for him or the OCSD. I’m not mad that I’m homeless and Kelli Bryant is free. She is probably on her knees right now, it’s Friday! Just like she’s been in Oakland County Jail (OCJ) this entire time. You can’t make this stuff up. Cynthia Walker all holier than though is a pimping judge, and is the facilitator of this “woman”, who left her children to live in filth and trash, they were living in feces, and their hair hadn’t been combed, they weren’t eating properly a dog doesn’t treat their puppies like that. Years she kept them like that. Not months, not weeks not even months, years.

They had to let her go; she would turn them into the Feds. She is going to do that anyway. Those women in prison will be tearing a hole in her about them kids. They let her out. Our society has gone to nothing. Alice killed a man and she’s free, this woman has left her kids in squalor and all Mike can do is lie about some Black kids. He has no power! All he got is a corvette and two dogs. I heard that the people at CNS, you know where Kelli Bryant Daddy used to work, say I’m obsessed with prostitution. They pimp the women from the jail who have mental challenges. All I have to say is I told you. I told you so…

Luke 18:16 KJV: But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.