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Every time I write a blog; I’m telling you a story about the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I don’t like them! Period. From 2010 to 2015 I was stuck in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ) stuck. You have got to understand. When you’re in jail, you belong to Oakland County. They do whatever they want to do. For the most part you are all alone and if you don’t have family to call and talk to, friends or so forth to put money in your account or come visit, you are stuck in hell with no life jacket. Even when these men/women have family once that phone hangs up, you back in hell; alone. You’re left to survive the best way you can, and that’s hard. It can quickly change you. Who you become is up to you. Prostitution is always a choice in OCJ. For the women who are chosen from the website, their life in there is good. Only once you start making money, it’s impossible for them to let you go. Many of those women are targeted by the deputies and come back to jail often for their money-making abilities. You must read my book, but they have taken off Amazon. We’ll fix that later.
On the flip side of that these women are spoiled. Trustees and the women in Max get store every week. That’s chips, pastries, pickles and stuff. They have HOT FOOD. You can get hamburgers, wedges, calzones, nuggets and more! They give you pop, too. Pepsi. When the women are somebody’s whore the get Coke and Fanta and outside food, like Aranci. Those Italian rice balls. We were talking about them one day and Mr. Beane’s girlfriend said she was going to get some and a Coke. Somebody told, it wasn't me, and when they were delivered to “the bubble", the Sergeant was in there. So, I sat there and watched Beane eat the Aranci and guzzle the Coke. Someone as nosey as I am called out, “Aaaah! Seargent is in there, Mr. Beane is eating her stuff! Aaaaah!” I could hear people moving to their food slot to watch, too. I just watched his fat butt eat those fried balls; no pun intended. When they leave there, they also can have what they want.
That includes getting on welfare. I have been talking to people on Facebook, and we all know MDHHS don’t give cash benefits no more. We all want to know how Kelli gets $30,000 in five years. That’s $500 a month. MDHHS is not giving away that kind of money. She’s not the only one. The benefits are supposed to stop. It’s the job of the jail to contact MDHHS to stop the benefits. If a man/woman is getting money or EBT benefits, and they are a “money maker” their stamps are left on. While they’re in jail making money, they are collecting money and food benefits on their card. When they get home, they can sell their food stamps and get high immediately or sell them to get money on their books. In this case, Kelli isn’t just a “money maker”, she’s Superstar. Looking at her Facebook page, I know she’s a Superstar! She gets whatever she wants. I’ve said that MDHHS is 100% under the control of the OCSD. This situation proves it. You’re telling me that for five years MDHHS didn’t have to see those kids and just gave her $500 a month. I don’t mean no disrespect, but this girl is lazy. I must recertify every six months. I can’t believe she did that. She barely remembered to feed her kids. She wasn’t being monitored; she was on autopay.
Let you tell you, my story. As I said, once I found out I knew about the prostitution, they sent me to the Forensic Center and made me insane. At one point, Martha Anderson let me go, because the Prosecutor lied and didn’t have a victim for over a year. She was willing to give me a "Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity" plea. They are trying to give Kelli, that now. They have sex parties at the Forensic Center, too. I was ecstatic to go home. They starve you in jail. Food is another thing they use to get you to prostitute. That Crumbley lady got so fat in jail. I think she's a prostitute, and her son wasn't missing any meal either. Deputy Tate ushered him into the courtroom, every time. He made sure the kid stayed quiet. Tate stays in the clinic, running "the girls" They were letting that woman see her son. She talked him into taking that plea. TATE, "Head Pimp", let them talk, face-to-face. While there, I got a call from Social Security. They said I had been approved for Social Security. They said I needed a payee, I chose my mother, and we had to appear at their office. The man at the office told me if I said I pay my mother rent I would get more money. My mother said $100 was fine. So, I got a few dollars more. He had cheated me out of about $200. He felt guilty, too, because when they hadn’t paid me for the rent, I called angry, and he immediately put $600 in my checking account. Don’t let them tell you they can’t pay you instantly; they can! He did. With back-pay, he gave me all my money. From $400 to $600 and something. I never knew until I was talking to people about it. That’s just the first time I was shorted, but they tried to get me cut-off SSI several times or cut into my amount by breaking the rules.
Their best girls, usually the ones that get psychotropic medication, while in jail, get on SSI, too. Once they go to CNS and start working for the pimp,James Patton, they get SSI, too. When they go to jail, their SSI is supposed to stop, but it never does. Not only does mine stop, but they try to make me pay for the last month I was paid, before I went in jail The rule is, you have to be in jail 30-days, before your checks stop. If you go to jail anytime after the first, you are entitled to that check for that month. Not me, I had to get my check garnished. They waved it three times. Three times I went back-and-forth on my case, each time they said I was overpaid and started taking a portion of my check for restitution. I always had to fight it.
When my case ended, it ended with a “not guilty” verdict. In the SSI handbook it reads that you get all the checks you missed while in jail fighting your case. I had about $7k in back pay due to me. I didn’t get one dime of that money. One young man called me a deadbeat looking for free money. They truly act as if it’s their money, but the insults let me know there was a more sinister reason for me not getting paid. I write at least two letters a week. When I was in jail, I refused to sell myself for a hamburger, a lighter sentence or anything that had to do with my case. I didn’t do anything to be there, and I wasn’t doing anything, for nothing!
A couple of months ago, I had it with MDHHS Supervisor, Princess. While I was working and unemployment, I got $23 in EBT benefits. They stopped my unemployment in November. I notified MDHHS in December, like the 3rd. I received a notice at the end of December telling me my food benefits will increase to $30. Well, one Friday evening I got through to them on the phone. This young woman on the phone, got me straightened out. She saw there was a mistake in my file and took care of it right then. She tried to give me December, but the system wouldn’t let her. We thought we had it all straightened out. Nope, in February I got $23. I called for a hearing and got to talk to Princess. I like her, she’s strong like me, but she was wrong. She had to do my file again and got the right numbers. She folded on the idea that my stuff was all wrong. She still didn’t give me December, but I received a sizable amount of benefits. From $30-$300 is fruitful, I almost feel like a Superstar…Sike!
"Wisdom will save you also from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words…" Proverbs 2:16
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".
Monica’s dead, and why did she die? Somebody listened to what she had to say and concluded that she was having a breakdown. She said someone was trying to kill her. Well, she’s dead. OCSD blames it on the fact that she is Black. He called our elected official’s “ghetto”. It’s funny how White folk can think of themselves higher than Black people when they are far worse than we are. They are just better at hiding it than we can. We don't have judges and stuff to ignore the law and rule on our side, eery time.This racket has been going on for over 50 years. I’ve come to think that the Oakland County Child Killer had something to do with OCJ. The prime suspect spent time in OCJ. They love pedophiles, especially people who have sex with their children. How come Monica died and her tiny daughter lived? Why did she live and her mother died. Was there something they ate, but she didn’t. That has always bugged me. As a medic, I know that size matters. A child will freeze before an adult. Plus, the said Monica had on a coat. Did she take it off and give it to her daughter and that’s why she survived. If she was wearing it when she died, I’m not buying she froze to death, not when her 90-pound daughter lived. It just doesn’t seem feasible to me.
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:
I hate to say tell y’all, but I told you so. Today, while I slept, Cynthia Walker (pictured above) set Kelli Bryant free. You might say, “All she did was lower her bond”. Look, the bail bondmen are in on this, too. She was probably set her free as soon as she got back to the jail. Bondsmen like sex, too. I didn’t hear of it when I was in jail being harassed and abused, but those men/women are probably working for them as sex workers. Believe me, she’s already at home. She’s to hot to stay in there. They have numerous places for her to work. That’s where she has been for the last five years. Probation is in on the game, too. She’ll leave her home to “work”. Those women in probation are worst than the men! They will get her off that life sentence, too. That will shrink to probation, watch. Cynthia Walker found a reason to throw me out of my home. I didn’t do anything to be thrown out of my home. I’ve been living in a hotel for the last two months. My apartment has no heat! That should have been enough to get a stay on the eviction and get a new trial. It’s okay, however, my landlord was a sexual deviant who worked for the pimps at the Oakland County Jail. Plus, he wanted to have sex with me for rent. So, I’m good… This is my slumlord Clyde Kemp.
The locks on my door to keep him out when I'm there and when I'm away. After I put the chain on to keep him out when I'm away, he would open the door at nught and put crazy glue in its keyhole. I had to pour hot water in the keyhole to leave, so I put the bottom lock on, so he couldn't open the door at all.
I tried to put a Personal Protection Order out on my slumlord. First the judge, Julie McDonald, refused to hear my complaint. After I refused to give up, she granted my motion to reconsider but gave it to a visiting judge. They do that when they want to do dirt. I have filed investigations on visiting judges, too, with the Judicial Tenure Commission (JTC). All you need to do is get a notary to sign the request. I wrote two today. I’m not playing and if you read of my death, I have all my evidence written in blogs, complaints and investigations. This girl is free after leaving her kids in filth and I’m homeless for not letting a serial rapist in my home. He’s never been convicted of rape, but he acts like one. He’s been coming in my apartment from the first day I moved in. Filtering through my trash, and when I refused to put it out, he came into my house and stole it while I was sleeping. I left a copy of the PPO I had filed and put it in with my file at the court. So, either they read it and ignored it, or the clerks took it out of my file, because they do favors for the OCSD. I also put the complaint in my file I made with Fair Housing of Metro-Detroit. They’re another kind of whore at 50th District Court. It told why I didn’t want my landlord in my apartment. If they took it out my file was completely empty at one point. It’s still the Chief Judge’s problem. I filed a complaint with the Court Administrator. His name is The woman who works the cash office was surely one of “the girls”. She is stealing all our money. Yep, the chick with Auburn hair. This is Steve Tomkowiak. He came into Pontiac telling the citizens of Pontiac how great the escrow program is, now he won't return my calls.
I told my man that I wanted to go to jail. I’d have to have a bunky, because I have diabetes. I wouldn’t get to have my own cell to myself. She’s not there anymore. My man doesn’t want me there. He says I’m too old now. They don’t want me there, anyway. I will write more in there, than I do out here, Their money. They are working on their summer money now. Some of them might have kids wanting to go on Spring Break. I know Beane had girls in college, and he had bought them cars and paid for their car insurance. Kids in private school, soccer, football and the house “Up North”, boats, catamarans and jet skis. These men/women live well. It’s not just drugs, but a lavish lifestyle. I know Kelli Bryant is not just “going home”. The are showing me she still has hair, but that hair could be fake. Look at that picture of her at her arraignment. She was practically bald. It was dark, but you can see. That hair was cut like nobody cared. I told you they have women in there who can do wonders. I want to see her April 15th.
I don’t know what they will do, but whatever happens, it will be exactly what the sheriff’s deputies want to happen. Just like they punished me, having me to lose my job and my home. All punishment for not prostituting and refusing to stop talking about it. I’m messing up the Auburn Hills Police money at this hotel. It got quiet around here. It didn’t help that I sat my book outside my door. They were doing what the “Brides of OCJ” tried, harass me into becoming a sex worker. First, I bought a baseball bat. Then I thought setting my book outside my door was more assertive than beating someone with a baseball bat. I’m getting better…
Tell me she ain't bald. That's weave she got in her hair now.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lesley Stanley, on the web, I’m known “Yaktownlaisly”. In 2002, I was arrested for stalking my friend from high school. He was a detective with the Pontiac Police Department. I hadn’t stalked him, but “Pancho”, also known as Paul McDougal, beat my best friend three decades ago, now. Back then it was only one. I’ve been fighting the police for 23 years. When I found guilty of stalking my friend in a bench trial, never have a bench trial, it’s a slow plea. I violated the probation and went to prison for four years in what was supposed to be a 90-day sentence. I had already done three weeks of those 90-days when I was unfairly sentenced to 18 months to 5 years in prison. Most people, besides Oakland County Sheriff "girls" do quite a bit of time going back and forth to jail, before they reach the prison gates. I was special. I refused to submit to he Oakland County Racket. They believed they could change me. I will not be moved. I belong to God, and I will not willingly go against his will in my life.
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I did four years in prison for doing nothing. I saved a life, two lives and although I grieve the years I lost, I’m not sorry for it even if sometimes I cry and become angry. I know it was God’s will, and I must move passed it to be whole. So, I came home, and “Pancho” wouldn’t leave me alone. I went to tell the Chief of Police at the time, and he accused me of stalking him. I went to jail but posted a bond. At my preliminary hearing, I was hit because I had to get a tether. It’s a law now, all stalkers when free must wear a tether, untilntheir case is over. After the tether people took my mother’s money for money owed before I went to prison in 2004, it was now 2010, I went back to 50th District Court and turned myself in and went to jail that night. While there, I discovered the deputies were running a prostitution ring out of the jail clinic. They were selling women out the jail, and Payne, Brown and Kendall had sex parties in the gym. I mean straight up having sex, strippers, dancers and erotica. These men and women were special, mostly Trustee and people they had in Disciplinary. The men and women who engaged in these acts did so by looking at our pictures on the Oakland County website, and the inmates page where people can go and look-up people who are in jail. It’s meant to help families find lost loved ones, get out court dated, charges and bond amounts. The pimps-deputies-use it for showcasing who is available for sex. If they choose someone not housed in the right pod, they can get other inmates to start a fight. Then the selected one is moved to the right pod to be pimped out. I was in the right pod, disciplinary, and I had been picked a lot from my mugshot, but I wasn’t having been pimped. I hadn’t done anything to anyone. I was just making a complaint to an old friend who now claims he only knew me “from around the way”. So, I digress. The women, however, tried to embarrass me, yelling “stalker” across the pod, and they were calling out for me. They tried to berate me and make me feel hopeless and defeated. These women help the deputies enlist women in the game with lies a scare tactics. I was rarely called by my name by the other inmates. It was always “stalker”. When some was talking to me, they were trying to tell me I was going back to prison for a long time, because it’s the same crime I had committed before. It’s called “Habitual”. One of the best reasons to stop fighting your case is to take it to the clinic and start your life of prostitution. The jail is not where it ends. You will be able to start your new life outside of the jail. They told my girl Sal after she violated probation she was going to do 19-years in prison. I guess the chaplain missed her. It was just a scare tactic to have her prostitute, but she didn't know that. They gave her a cellmate to help her, because she was so scared and riddled with anxiety. When her bunky went to court, Sal hung herself.
Kelli Bryant is not a victim. She is the subject of the Oakland County Jail (OCJ) Effect. I don’t know if she has ever been to jail or not, but when I saw her story, I just knew this had something to do with the OCSD. Now, that I’ve looked at her Facebook pages I know she’s a sex worker. Her friends on her page are also involved with the industry. I told you the prostitution doesn’t end in the jail. They get these women jobs when they get out in the racket. Kelli Bryant is beautiful and the perfect candidate for being sold in the US and Canada. She was desperate living with those kids trying to make ends meet. The same kind of women that called me a stalker, told me that I would go to prison for a long time, tried to make me gay and keep me up all night got to her. They made her feel that the life of a sex worker was “the life”. They never told her what she had to give up. Everyone is saying she was abused by her boyfriend or raped by her father. No, Kelli Bryant has a weak mind and has given into the pressure and has thrown up her hands and said “F*ck it!” They build a comradery. When I was in jail, they’d be in the pod hugging and kissing and doing one another’s hair. You could smell the hair burning through the vents the Friday of one of Paynes parties. It’s just these young women are looking for. Somebody loves them. They believed their children would do it, but that’s too much work. When they are old and tired of running the streets and whoring their children will still love them unconditionally, but they won’t deserve it! Her father has them now, but he knew what was going on with her. He worked at Community Network Services (CNS). Remember, I said it would never end. Many women in jail are addicted, because they are self-medicating. Once they get in jail, they can get the medication they need, But some lies to use the medication to continue getting high Since they can’t get real drugs in jail, sometimes. The head ones, the girls who make them the most money get drugs. All you gotta do is be one of their moneymakers and you can get high. That’s the reason Jackson got it. If he found an inmate with drugs they caught a charge.
Kelli Bryant’s father worked at CNS. That’s who helped the women once they get out of jail. James Patton, the CNS worker over intake ran the girl who went to CNS for mental health treatment. For whatever reason, looking at Kelli Bryant’s Facebook page, she and her father stayed in touch over the years and people I talk to are convinced he knew what was going on for years. I will take it a step further and say not only did he know his grandkids were in that house, but he knew she was a sex worker. Patton has hit up every man at CNS to pay for a bl*w j*b. In fact, he was at R7 laundry mat hustling a couple of Mexican men to buy sex from him. He was eying me for a potential position, but I wanted to tell him that I had been tried before with no successful results. This Patton man has worked there for many years catching the sex worker OCJ passed along when they were finished with them. Everyone wants to know how the father got the kids. Mr. Terrance Bryant, “Greeter”. The racket includes the women and men of MDHHS. CPS in Pontiac will take the children of women who don’t cooperate with the OCJ Program. In this case, they put those kids with the grandfather, Mr. Terrance Bryant. They could be threatening to take those kids and put them in “the system”, if he even thinks about telling people in law enforcement. At any moment the State can come and take them away from him.They want to say Kelli Bryant is mentally ill. Her father has friends in the industry. I know two White women who killed Black men and got a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI), Oakland County is very racist. . Instead of doing Life, which in this case is supposed to be 20 years, but I don’t know her record. She would become a sex worker at the Forensic Center, first. After a couple of years, they go to a stepdown at Caro or Kalamazoo and continue prostitution there. You’ll find those girls everywhere, but mostly you can find them in the strip club, like one of Payne’s freak parties on the county’s pay week. You gotta believe these women are serious. Look what I found on her page!
There is now this huge issue going on with the city of Pontiac and the kids who were locked in a horror house. Their mother, just 29 years old when she left them, is now in the Oakland County jail on a 250-million-dollar bond. I had written my favorite news man to ask him to check the records and see if she had ever been in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). I was thinking that she might be one of their girls. When I saw her on the news, she had weave in her hair. When she went for her arraignment, they had cut all the weave out her head. I was shocked, because when they go to prostitute you in there, they let you keep your weave and fake ponies so you look when turning tricks in the jail. I will not be fooled. I told my friend last night that all those $250 million dollars is just for show. Once the media drops the ball, she’s going to be turning tricks in jail. If she hasn’t turned tricks for them, before. People forget really easily around here.
I told my brother-in-law about it. He’s a YouTube addict, so he hadn’t heard. I was like, “The landlord did a welfare check”. He called the police before he started the eviction process. My brother-in-law asked. Everybody knows these slumlords in Pontiac. If you haven’t paid the rent in four (4) months, they don’t care if you’re alive or dead, they want their money. Who calls the police if you ain’t got your rent money? Your man would, if you were missing. Because what woman, do we all know that would lock her kids away and then pay the rent, every month for five years? It was a “Pay to play” thing. In obviously the landlord was emotionally involved, because he called the police for a welfare check and didn’t go to the 50th District Court to start an eviction. He was either sincere about his feelings for her and/or upset she had stayed away so long. Everybody is upset about the family not knowing. I want to know why the landlord didn’t know. I think he did know. I don’t care about the condition of that apartment, love is blind! He probably was under her spell worse than them kids were. I still think they are retarded or something. Who lives like that? This woman is a master manipulator.
You know I have “beef” with both the city and the Sheriff’s Department. At this point, I want to believe the are both at fault. Nobody can’t tell me she did all this with no help, if you knew or didn’t know you helped. I know those city inspectors want money. One came to court for my landlord to declare the property unfit and to put me out in 24-hours. I have been begging the city to come inspect my apartment, but it’s a money grab. When these young women get into the city’s inspectors for who for a price will do whatever, for whoever. I know my landlord is a “slumlord”. He’s been ignoring the city’s letters, and in my case, paying them off for years. Wherever there is money to be made in any racket in Pontiac, the Police are always there to get their share.
So, when you think about city business you have got to think about the Sheriff’s Department. When you think about a woman that is having sex in exchange for five years’ worth of rent, I think of OCSD. The prostitution doesn’t end in the jail, they use these women all over the place. They get jobs at McDonald’s the deputies get free food. A job at Meijer or Walmart, free groceries. This woman worked at UWM over on South Boulevard where the city has a lot of their programs. Everything in Pontiac is a racketeer. This situation with these kids is no different. For a time this young woman worked for the mortgage company, but the most of her time was spent in hotels and motels turning tricks for her pimps, Oakland County Sheriffs. They gotta let her go or she turns into a Federal snitch. If she’s not already one! They are sitting back watching this and believe me, I know. They let Alice go and she was involved in murder! She was a pod-boss, that means she ran the girls. Now, she runs the streets, again.
It’s a money grab. Some of their women are dead, Tammy Dewberry, Debra Jones and Kim McCowen; dead. You watch who they put on television, too. See if they’ve ever spent time in OCJ. Those women will say and do whatever those deputies want. Just ask Garry Jackson. That young woman is a victim, a victim of the racket that spreads all across this state. Her children’s living conditions were the direct circumstances of her victimization in the Oakland County Jail. They ain’t fooling me by cutting that weave out her hair, because I know they can save it. I know deputy “so and so”, can go get it. I also know that Kim can braid hair through a food slot. She can catch hair small as a grain of rice. You all just don’t know what happens after a bad court hearing. How does the Bible read, “Weeping may endure for a night…” Start asking yourself the real questions, like for one… “Where has this young woman been?” When you can answer that question, you will know what happen to those kids, and don’t go listen to those well dressed, well spoken White women on television. They probably sell those kids in their organization like rich old perverts in Hollywood. Everyone is marketable in a racket. People in Hollywood aren’t the only ones that sell kids… You can’t make this stuff up!
My uncle was an attorney. He died in 2010 on September 15th. I didn’t get into much trouble while he was living, but he taught me something. There is no decision in this country that can’t be appealed. So, on December 2, 2024, when I discovered that I had been evicted, I thought, appeal! I called the court to find out why I was evicted the file hadn’t come down, yet. I was told to write the judge and tell her what had happened was…I was sitting in my kitchen waiting to be let into the ZOOM and no one came to get me and bring me into the hearing for the judge’s verdict. I can recall the afternoon of September 4, 2024. A woman had called Clarence Cohen while I was in his office irate and saying she had been evicted and all her stuff had been rambled through, stolen and put out on the street. I looked Mr. Cohen straight in the eye and he dropped my gaze. When he hung up with the young woman, I asked, “I thought you said I can’t be kicked out?” He made a gesture to dismiss the phone call, “She’s always missing her court dates.” She had clearly stated in the call that her court date hadn’t come up, yet. I know now from not being let into the verdict that the clerks at 50th District Court were working with the slumlords in the city to get rid of their tenants in the escrow program. That’s why I wasn’t let into the ZOOM verdict. They are on the take and getting cash to get mostly Black women put out their homes.
I went to the City Council Meeting to complain. They got me in touch with my Councilperson, Melanie Rutherford. When she didn’t contact me, I went to the Deputy Mayor and told him my problem. He told me to put it all in writing to Rachel Loughrin, who is in charge of Code Enforcement. I did that to no avail. When I went in to drop off the letter, I was asked to wait. I was told that Ms. Loughrin had asked me to wait. She claimed to had not asked anyone to ask me to wait. After Melanie walked in with the letter I had written to her in hand. “I got your letter, Lesley!” She proclaimed. “We gotta do something about this Rachel, she’s going to sue us!”
“I sure am!” I exclaimed back.
“Nope, Lesley, I got this!” Melanie scolded.
“She’s not crazy and she will sue the city. You’re not supposed to be evicted in the escrow program.”
John McIntyre had walked into the impromptu meeting. “Is that what the ordinance says?” He asked.
“Yes,” Rachel replied not looking at him.
Yeah, that’s what It says.” Melanie second Rachel.
“Sure does!” I gave my third.
He looked at Rachel, but she still didn’t return his glance.
Melanie continued her rant. She was going to get me a new apartment in Westwood, a new construct in her district. When I went home and saw the website, I was pleased. She told me to fill out some papers at MDHHS and see somebody at CCRT, Catholic Social Services. I did everything she asked me to do. We talked in-between and we were still on the journey to get me into this apartment. Well, one day I called to see what the issue was and when I was moving. She told me that they didn’t have any vacancies. I didn’t believe her and stayed cordial throughout our phone conversation. Once we hung up, I called the apartment complex.
“Hi,” I said, very nicely. “Do you have any one-bedroom apartments available?”
“Yes, we do!” He was very nice and cordial. “In fact, we have one coming up in three days”
“It is $1,050 a month.” He was still cordial.
“Oh, it’s not $1175?” I asked.
“No, our two-bedroom apartments are $1175.”
I ha filled out an application for this place. It was one of the things Melanie had asked me to do. See, I had no heat in my apartment and when Melanie and I went through this it was December 2024. I was in that apartment freezing. My slumlord hadn't fixed the heat from last year. He told the judge he would fix it on January 17. I'm still living in a hotel.She told me in one conversation that she was thinking about having me come to her house to stay. That was all until I caught her in that lie. At this point I’m a violent troublemaker, let Melanie tell it.
“Yes, I got your application. You don’t meet the requirements to live here. You have to make three times the rent to live here.”
“Melanie said that she would make that good with you, because the city got me evicted.”
He listened stoically and I hung up telling him that I would be calling at the city to get some help, because Melanie said she would take care of all that, because I told her I wouldn’t be eligible. That’s how I ended up in Clyde’s place in the first place. She promised to help and take care of all my situations and every place I lacked; she lied! On January 5, 2025, I went to live in a hotel. Melanie told me that the people that owns the apartment and her were good friends and the idea that I had said she misconstrued the price of a one-bedroom apartment would make them not want to rent to me; period, no matter what she had to say. She hung up from me and told them that I was a violent troublemaker not fit to live in their complex. I haven’t heard from her since.
I went to court last week, before Honorable Judge Jeremy Bowie. My slumlord had a city inspector there to testify that the apartment is unlivable, because the pipes are frozen and have burst. I need to evict the premises in 24 hours. This is the same city that refused to come to the building to inspect the property for the last six months I’ve been asking. The Oakland County Sheriff Department (OCSD) called Cyril Hall, my slumlord’s lawyer, and they listened to all my phone calls and told him I was on the phone with Rachel Loughrin. I was telling her what her inspector was doing. She had no idea. He called in the middle of our conversation. She asked me in the middle of our conversation, “Who is Cyril Hall?”
I replied truthfully, “My slumlord’s lawyer.” On that she asked to end the conversation. You can’t make this mess up! I can’t tell you how much disbelief I’m in. Tim Grimmel has this new administrative assistant that believes more in her skills than she should. If she’s standing between him and me, I’ll never talk to him. This situation reminds me of scripture, “Where sin abounds, grace abounds even more.” That’s Romans 5:21. Melanie claims to be a mental health advocate. She claims to have PSTD. I can't tell, I suffer from mental illness and she denies I'm mentally ill and dropped the ball on getting me help finding a home. She is a piece of work and under investigation by the FBI for extortion and bribery. I pray she get's through and the Feds will have the same mercy on her as she did on the woman who attacked her back in 2022. The way she handled me, I can surely see why someone would want to beat her up. She is not a good person.
I have lived on this hill in Pontiac for 40 years. I can remember when the land
the Lighthouse sits on today was a field. I would walk from my house to "Uncle
Alan's Sidewalk City and dig throu the piles and candy they had in carts. Back
then "The Elk's" was booming. I mean, there wasn't a Saturday that some man got
caught cheating and my sisters and I would sit in the window and watch the show.
Only to wake up to a spree of glass that resembled diamond splashed in an area
of the parking lot. I've just been here a long time. The Martins, the McCoys,
the Hawkins, the Lasseigne, the Mills, the Grandersons, the Shultz and the
Bells. They all grew up here. I came towards the end of our adolescence, and I'm
still here. One day, while living next to The Elks, the landlord came for a
visit. He was looking at an apartment, in our building. He had evicted a family
from their apartment and they had made a mess on the street, outside the
building. I was sitting on the porch minding my own business, when he came up tp
me and asked me why I hadn't cleaned up the garbage the prior tenants had left.
I made a face and told him that's not my job to clean it up and that it was his
job. He then told me, if I cared about where I lived and respected it, I would
have gone out there and cleaned it up. I strongly disagreed with Mr. Todd, but I
never raised my voice or cursed him. I simply expressed myself in a defiant
manner. Mr. Todd had expresse to me what he felt about Black's to whom he rented
to. Black people don't care about the environment. In a few days, my family got
an eviction notice. We weren't behind in our rent, but I've learned that when
you are renting from month-to-month, your landlord can evict you for whatever
they want. Mr. Todd lied at the hearing and told both the judge and my mother
that I had been disrespectful, so disrespectful that he wanted us out. My mother
was worried. She didn't have the money to move. When I got home, my sister-the
earth disturber she was-told me what Mr. Todd had said in court. She went on to
say that I was the reason we had to move out. That was 16- years old at the
time. That's a lot to put on a 16-year old, especially when it's a lie!
A month later, I was homeless. Family came to help us move. My father talked
his friend into letting us put our stuff in his garage. His family went
through all of the stuff. and stole anything we had of worth. Worse of all,
however, I had no place to go. My father let me stay for a few days, but his
girlfriend didn't want me the. She already had my brother under her roof, she
couldn't stand another one of my mother's children in her house. My sister-God
rest her soul-had kicked me out her house. I spent many nights walking the
streets of Pontiac, until it was so late, no one could turn me away. It was
the longest three months of my life. I was so tired and then, one day when I
called my mother for our usual check-in, she told me that my other sister had
taken her to see an apartment. It was right down the street from where we used
to live. She told me that it was small and didn't have but one bedroom, but
had a room off the kitchen that I could sleep in. At that point, I would sleep
in a closet. The next day, when my mother and I spoke, she had great news. The
man said we could move in, and we would be moving in that Saturday. That was
January 17, 1987. That Saturday, I went home. I went home for 36 years. I left
for school, the Army, got my own apartment twice and went to prison for four
years, my mother, however lived there 36 years and four months. The man, Henry
Dewalt, was the best landlord my family has ever known, and we've known a lot
of them. He was the sixth, since we lot our house on Highland Street, when I
was five. That was six in 12 years. He died February of 2023. This world lost
one of the greatest men in Pontiac. I keep his obituary on my end table to
remember him, especially in the situation I find myself in today. There was
another person that lived with me on Park Place those almost 40 years, my new
landlord, Clyde Kemp.
Clyde is a sexual deviant. Since the day I moved into this apartment, he has
entered it at will. He started by stealing my bras and panties. I noticed that
he was just coming in and taking things, moving stuff around just to let me
know he had been here. One thing struck me, one day when I had asked him about
things coming up missing in the apartment and I thought someone was coming in,
he blamed "them boys" and how he wished he had never got mixed up with "boys".
I listened thinking to myself, "Is he admitting he's bi-sexual?" All of us
speculated for years. He always had a bunch of guys at his house. He had a
feud with a few men on the block and they would always call him a "fag". I
never knew or cared, until now. if his sexual orientation had him in my
apartment all the time, it's a problem. His biggest love affair (allegedly)
was with former Mayor, now deceased, Willie Payne. Before he converted his
garage into a room, it would be nothing to see Willie, pulling his patrol car
pulling into that garage. Sometimes we would see it coming or coming, but we
would see it. Willie died a few year ago in a shroud in secrecy. We never knew
what was wrong, but he became emaciated and was always pictured in the
hospital. I asked how he died, and Clyde gave a fiery, "I don't know!" I let
it go, I could see it was a sore subject. Before our landlord's constructively
evicted us, by shutting off the lights, she gave us three months to move. The
least she could do after 36 years, but the market is not the same as 36 years
ago. These management companies want references, credit checks including
evictions, three months rent income, first month rent, last month's rent and
security deposit. If the landlord is an independent landlord and doesn't work
with a company, he wants that, or you can take it out in sex. That is Clyde's
game. That's why in those three months I would NEVER have rented from Clyde. I
already knew what he was about: Sex. A girl in prison told me her friend had
sex with him for half off the rent every month. I wasn't going to do that.
That's why I called him bi-sexual, he likes both. He has an ideal "beard". She
is younger, not ugly, educated and not shaped badly. They have a son, and I
thought since she was living with him across the street, he was going to do
better. I had also heard about incidents with women, like me, who didn't want
to have sex with him. We just want to pay our rent and live in peace. Besides,
my mother always said old men give you worms!
"Them boys" had him coming in my apartment, while I was at work. If you don't
know "them boys" are the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD). Well,
Pontiac Police Department (PPD). OCSD inherited Clyde from his "relationship"
with Willie Payne that put him in the middle of their drug dealing, stealing
and prostitution ring. Clyde has these two big trucks that he could be
carrying drugs, stolen goods or people, better yet, all three! If you read my
blog you know that the OCSD is involved in all three. So, not only is Clde
Kemp freaking in my dirty panties, due to some obsession with me as his
tenant. He's entering my apartment to help the OCSD get information on me for
them. He steals my trash and goes through it. If you ever watched "Kiss the
Girls", at the end of the movie the serial killer warns her to take the trash
out the day of, because someone could tell so much about you by rummaging
through your trash. He could tell when you have your period, if you use tampon
or pads and in my case if you still have a period. I'm 54 years old. I have a
footlocker in my apartment. I don't know why I bought it, I don't remember.
Clyde and the OCSD wanted to see in it so bad they devised a plan. He could
see I never went in it. It was dusty as all out. He bought a lock just like
mine, cut my lock off, went through the trunk and put his lock back on thr
trunk. I found out when I went in and my combination didn't work. I had to get
someone to cut his lock off. The same person who put the chain lock on my door
that I can lock from the outside. When he couldn't get in any longer, he put
crazy glue in the keyhole of the chain lock, and thought I wouldn't be able to
lock it when I left the apartment. It takes more than crazy glue... After I
started keeping my trash in my kitchen I got the chain, after he started
putting crazy glue in the chain's keyhole, I bought a devise to stop him from
opening the door all together. If he puts glue in my keyhole when I'm away,
tat's an illegal lockout! Now, he has no offerings for "them boys" He's
situationally broken and I know he's miserable. The judge, the one on the PPO
I filed said that I can't do anything, because I never seen him put money in
my dirty panties or on my bed. He says that it could be anyone with access to
the keys. It could be his girlfriend or his son. He couldn't give me a PPO not
knowing if it was him doing these things or someone else. If he was arrested
for violating the PPO, he could be arrested. God forbid a stalker is jailed
for stalking, unlike me who was arrested for not stalking. There should be a
law that certain people shouldn't be able to be landlords in Pontiac, and
Clyde kemp would be the first person on that list.
So, I'm evicted. I put my money in escrow with the city and he retaliated and
claimed that I caused damage to a lower apartment. He lied and said he never
got the court date. When I proved that he pinned the summons to the common
door four days before the court date-like he doesn't come upstairs-the judge
never mention's it on the record, again. When he lied and said he was never
informed of the escrow, until after he filed for eviction. I got the letter
that was written and mailed the day I began my escrow, it was never mentioned
again in court and on the record. When I'm about to possibly win the case of
retaliation, the judge orders us back later on ZOOM. I log in and nobody comes
in to get me and a default judgement is issued and I have until the 30th of
December to move. Something Clarence Cohen told me that would never happen in
an escrow. "I'll just give you a letter and it would go away". That's the
biggest lie ever told. The women at the 50th District have the "fix" in. I
don't know if they are taking bribes or what, but women in escrow are subject
to having their stuff thrown out on the streets. With me being "Public Enemy
Number One" to the OCSD they don't have to be bribed really, they are just
keeping the corruption in Pontiac going. They didn't like me in the program,
anyway. I always paid in a money order and track it, and at first they weren't
being cashed. I pay a hefty sum of rent, and I never paid my landlord in cash.
I wasn't going to pay the city in cash either. THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY!!! I
worked for the city before and all they do is steal. When I walked into where
I paid my rent in City Hall, this woman would be sitting at the other end of
the room. She would make a b-line over to me and take my escrow payment, until
she saw it wasn't cash, but a money order. She was livid and I could tell by
the look on her face. Back in April, Clarence Cohen, begged me to go into
escrow. Made me feel I would be sorry if I didn't. Clyde would lose the rest
of his mind and flip a switch when he found out that in 30 days I would get
the money back. He ganged up with his friends of the OCSD, and fixed me.
Briana Fields doesn't realize what's happening to her, yet. She still believes
somewhere in her feebl- mind that she is still in control. She don't know that
I know why. As I sit back and have PTSD about being homeless, while I'm paying
rent in full, and on time, again. Pray for me people...
