In March of 2010, on the 17th day of the Fast of Ala’, I watched from 80 feet away as six police officers put eight shots into a man I had known for eleven years. I was close enough that I could tell who shot when, and I watched in disbelief as the wisps of smoke hung still in the air, to be swept away by a straggling gust some seconds later.
Following a few instances of police harassment, one of which involved the questionable use of force, I fled Missouri in fear of my life in March of 2011. There had also been a protracted legal battle involving several felony crimes by the opposing party, as well as numerous human rights abuses by their attorney.
On the 6th of December of 2011, the family of MA filed a wrongful death suit in US District Court; naming as parties to the suit Sheriff Anderson, the Platte County Sheriff’s Office, the Riverside Police Department, the Platte Woods PD, Gladstone PD, Kansas City PD, some 36 individual police officers, and roughly that many state and county officials.
That is, the federal statutes for witness intimidation and harassment are now in effect.
The State of Missouri has very lax laws concerning witness intimidation. It depends on the level of charge at issue as to what level of infraction it might be. A witness in a civil matter has practically no form of protections whatsoever.
However, in the State of New Mexico, witness intimidation is a felony crime in all cases. That happens to be one of those felonies I referred to above.
On the 29th of May, 2009, while attending a wedding in Clovis, NM, I received a phone call from the cell phone of the blogger known as ‘Julian Blue,’ et al, who had been my girlfriend-fiancée for roughly a year-and-a half. It was a man that identified himself as ‘George’ and claimed to be her fiancé. He threatened me with physical violence at this time, and later testified under oath to this effect.
I immediately called the 4th precinct in Oakville/Mehlville, and spoke with Sgt. Albert at 9:36pm. I was told to stop by the station to place a report when I visited St. Louis next. I reported the matter to Sgt. Hoots of the 4th precinct of the St. Louis County Police Department on the 9th of June.
This was the incident which was later referred to by that woman as, “Has been told several times to leave me alone.” True. Some jerk called me out of the blue, told me to leave her alone roughly thirty times, refused to give an answer when asked directly if he was authorized to speak as her agent, threatened me with physical violence, and gave me a fake name, knowing that an investigation was proceeding for purposes of objecting to the discharge of debt in a bankruptcy matter.
I spoke to the Curry County Prosecutor’s Office in Clovis, and he informed me that this was either telephone harassment (a misdemeanor) or witness intimidation (a felony). He needed additional documentation to proceed with felony charges.
Now, this is kind of par for the course here:
I found that documentation that he needed whenever I was preparing to go to court to request an extension for an Order of Protection, the third one that I have held against this stalker. I had been too busy to go through that stack of documents before, but I had to in order to prepare for court. I never would have done that were she not to have objected to the extension of that order.
This order was registered as a foreign order in the State of Indiana, but the court of that state has no authority to modify an existing order. I had to go back to the original jurisdiction to obtain an extension. “No problem,” I thought, and it shouldn’t have been; but some people are intent on working against themselves. From every loss, I pick up the weapons of battle until I have gathered an armory.
Serendipity at work.
There’s a lot of that going on.
On practically every occasion that I appear in court in an adversarial hearing against these people, they deliver to me the very thing that is required of me to proceed elsewhere. I really don’t understand it myself, but it just keeps happening like that.
Now, the federal statutes are in effect, and even greater protections are in place. Compared to a county prosecutor, these people have extraordinary authority, and the penalties in place are much more severe.
Arrangements are being made to give testimony by deposition. The vicinity of that deposition (to be specified by your humble host) will not be determined until 48 hours from that time, and the actual location will not be disclosed until that deposition is two hours away.
But really, I wanted to tell you about New Mexico, my home state, the ancient land of the Pueblo. By population, New Mexico is 11% Indian (I really hate the term ‘Native American,’ as it sounds so contrived, but prefer the Canadian term of ‘First Nations.’ My grandfather was an ‘Indian’ before me, and I see no reason engage in extraordinary contrivances to hide the fact.), meaning ‘those registered with a tribe.’ That means one out of every nine persons is a registered member of an Indian tribe.
It is also 46% Hispanic. This is an area which was settled by the Spaniards in the early 17th century; very old according to American standards. These were the conquistadores who came looking for gold; blind men unable to see true wealth.
The Pueblo are an agricultural people, and many of the tribes are matriarchal in structure. Some tribes prohibit men from engaging in decisions as to going to war, as it is thought that men are by nature too intemperate to make such decisions. Many teach that to become a warrior, one must first revere life. Only those who revere life should be allowed to take it, and the reverence of life is a long and arduous process.
Their homes were carved into the cliff faces of the mesas that cover the landscape in that region. Some were embellished with adobe brick, and they were comprised of several levels. The different levels were connected by ladders, which could be drawn up when invaders, mainly the Aztec and the Spaniards, laid siege to the Pueblo.
In a way, the Pueblo invented the townhome, just as it was the Navajo (a related tribe) that invented the pizza.
For two years of my youth, I walked the medicine path. The winged jaguar is my power animal.
For now, you have come upon a true Pueblo tracker, an animal charmer. The Thunderbird is my strong protector, even as my spirit wanders into the mountain, to the place where it is always night.
Come, my conquistadores.
Let this Son of the Desert guide you through this desert land.
I will show you water when you thirst, for the owl is my brother, and the sun speaks wisdom to me under these turquoise skies.
The earth will open up her riches to me.
Come, you blind men. Follow after me, and pursue.
For these eyes can see true wealth.
Ah, but first, you must learn to revere life.
Or perish.
Following a few instances of police harassment, one of which involved the questionable use of force, I fled Missouri in fear of my life in March of 2011. There had also been a protracted legal battle involving several felony crimes by the opposing party, as well as numerous human rights abuses by their attorney.
On the 6th of December of 2011, the family of MA filed a wrongful death suit in US District Court; naming as parties to the suit Sheriff Anderson, the Platte County Sheriff’s Office, the Riverside Police Department, the Platte Woods PD, Gladstone PD, Kansas City PD, some 36 individual police officers, and roughly that many state and county officials.
That is, the federal statutes for witness intimidation and harassment are now in effect.
The State of Missouri has very lax laws concerning witness intimidation. It depends on the level of charge at issue as to what level of infraction it might be. A witness in a civil matter has practically no form of protections whatsoever.
However, in the State of New Mexico, witness intimidation is a felony crime in all cases. That happens to be one of those felonies I referred to above.
On the 29th of May, 2009, while attending a wedding in Clovis, NM, I received a phone call from the cell phone of the blogger known as ‘Julian Blue,’ et al, who had been my girlfriend-fiancée for roughly a year-and-a half. It was a man that identified himself as ‘George’ and claimed to be her fiancé. He threatened me with physical violence at this time, and later testified under oath to this effect.
I immediately called the 4th precinct in Oakville/Mehlville, and spoke with Sgt. Albert at 9:36pm. I was told to stop by the station to place a report when I visited St. Louis next. I reported the matter to Sgt. Hoots of the 4th precinct of the St. Louis County Police Department on the 9th of June.
This was the incident which was later referred to by that woman as, “Has been told several times to leave me alone.” True. Some jerk called me out of the blue, told me to leave her alone roughly thirty times, refused to give an answer when asked directly if he was authorized to speak as her agent, threatened me with physical violence, and gave me a fake name, knowing that an investigation was proceeding for purposes of objecting to the discharge of debt in a bankruptcy matter.
I spoke to the Curry County Prosecutor’s Office in Clovis, and he informed me that this was either telephone harassment (a misdemeanor) or witness intimidation (a felony). He needed additional documentation to proceed with felony charges.
Now, this is kind of par for the course here:
I found that documentation that he needed whenever I was preparing to go to court to request an extension for an Order of Protection, the third one that I have held against this stalker. I had been too busy to go through that stack of documents before, but I had to in order to prepare for court. I never would have done that were she not to have objected to the extension of that order.
This order was registered as a foreign order in the State of Indiana, but the court of that state has no authority to modify an existing order. I had to go back to the original jurisdiction to obtain an extension. “No problem,” I thought, and it shouldn’t have been; but some people are intent on working against themselves. From every loss, I pick up the weapons of battle until I have gathered an armory.
Serendipity at work.
There’s a lot of that going on.
On practically every occasion that I appear in court in an adversarial hearing against these people, they deliver to me the very thing that is required of me to proceed elsewhere. I really don’t understand it myself, but it just keeps happening like that.
Now, the federal statutes are in effect, and even greater protections are in place. Compared to a county prosecutor, these people have extraordinary authority, and the penalties in place are much more severe.
Arrangements are being made to give testimony by deposition. The vicinity of that deposition (to be specified by your humble host) will not be determined until 48 hours from that time, and the actual location will not be disclosed until that deposition is two hours away.
But really, I wanted to tell you about New Mexico, my home state, the ancient land of the Pueblo. By population, New Mexico is 11% Indian (I really hate the term ‘Native American,’ as it sounds so contrived, but prefer the Canadian term of ‘First Nations.’ My grandfather was an ‘Indian’ before me, and I see no reason engage in extraordinary contrivances to hide the fact.), meaning ‘those registered with a tribe.’ That means one out of every nine persons is a registered member of an Indian tribe.
It is also 46% Hispanic. This is an area which was settled by the Spaniards in the early 17th century; very old according to American standards. These were the conquistadores who came looking for gold; blind men unable to see true wealth.
The Pueblo are an agricultural people, and many of the tribes are matriarchal in structure. Some tribes prohibit men from engaging in decisions as to going to war, as it is thought that men are by nature too intemperate to make such decisions. Many teach that to become a warrior, one must first revere life. Only those who revere life should be allowed to take it, and the reverence of life is a long and arduous process.
Their homes were carved into the cliff faces of the mesas that cover the landscape in that region. Some were embellished with adobe brick, and they were comprised of several levels. The different levels were connected by ladders, which could be drawn up when invaders, mainly the Aztec and the Spaniards, laid siege to the Pueblo.
In a way, the Pueblo invented the townhome, just as it was the Navajo (a related tribe) that invented the pizza.
For two years of my youth, I walked the medicine path. The winged jaguar is my power animal.
For now, you have come upon a true Pueblo tracker, an animal charmer. The Thunderbird is my strong protector, even as my spirit wanders into the mountain, to the place where it is always night.
Come, my conquistadores.
Let this Son of the Desert guide you through this desert land.
I will show you water when you thirst, for the owl is my brother, and the sun speaks wisdom to me under these turquoise skies.
The earth will open up her riches to me.
Come, you blind men. Follow after me, and pursue.
For these eyes can see true wealth.
Ah, but first, you must learn to revere life.
Or perish.
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