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Carol Etzler wrote a hymn entitled,"I Wish My Eyes Had Not Been Opened" to see all of the cruel
things that we do to God's children." I wish MY eyes had not been opened, then I would need to do
something!  A beautiful , gracious and picturesque historic town meld the forces of good and evil like the
broken images of a kaleidescope . When my vision cleared, the world I knew was forever changed.

A young black girl from a modest broken home was an unlikely candidate for the second most powerful
position in a southern and traditional city that was the scene of a race riot only one hundred years earlier
that destroyed the lives of many successful blacks. But doting grandparents, a solid Roman Catholic
upbringing, and a strong and loving mother provided the incubator for creating a strong, independent,
compassionate, and outspoken woman who refused to turn a blind eye to evil and injustice. After
earning a college education and escaping two broken marriages, I returned to my roots with plans to
help the folks in my hometown of Wilmington, North Carolina  experience the American dreams of
peace, prosperity, and happiness.

My life soon paralleled a Hollywood movie: Enemy of the State was a film released in 1998 starring the
actor, Will Smith. Billed as a thriller, it was the story of a young successful lawyer whose life was thrust
into turmoil when he stumbled upon information that could implicate some high-level government
officials. The story could have been ripped from the pages of my life as I stumbled into the political
corruption in North Carolina politics. I wandered blindly into a system beset with  the theft of federal
block grant money, police brutality, and child abuse. Hollywood hails the lives of corporate whistle
blowers such as Erin Brockovich, Norma Rae, and Jeffrey Wigand. They are cast as heroes, but there are
no Hollywood heroes among the thousands of political whistle blowers who suffer retaliation, threats,
intimidation, harassment, and financial hardship on a daily basis. And the Supreme Court's decision last
year that disallows whistle blowing as a protection under the First Amendment, Freedom of Speech, will
succeed in dis incentives for Americans to speak-up, when the purest act of patriotism is protecting our
nation from crimes against humanity, corruption, and government waste. Democracies die behind closed
doors, and yet, most whistle blowers pay dearly for their candor at the hands of governmental agencies
that were established to protect them. At sixty-two years old, I was falsely arrested with my hands
cuffed behind my back, and tossed into the back of  a patrol car with the orders to"slide your fanny
over."

The acts of retaliation and harassment against whistle blowers have become so wide spread that some
of the individuals have organized. The organization is known as TI for targeted individuals. Our numbers
are in the hundreds of thousands. We are activist, whistle blowers, and honest American citizens who
love this country and are determined to bring attention to this cancer on our democracy. Our web page
will soon bear the names and stories of the thousands of "Targeted Individuals." Most , but no all, are
educated blacks and whites who fight for justice for the poor, the elderly, and the youth.

Following my false arrest, I sought help from the Justice Department, the NAACP, my Senators, the
ACLU and the FBI. I sent certified letters to Mr. Mueller at the FBI and to Mr. Gonzales at the Justice
Department at least three times each and never received a response. I am sure that those letters were
never delivered.I traveled to the Justice Department to see the case manager who had found "cause" to
pursue my false arrest case. In Washington, DC, I  was denied access to the building by armed guards. A
Florida senator finally responded to my letter and required the FBI to talk to me. Agent John Rowan
called me quite concerned about my situation, and we made an appointment to meet. When I arrived for
my appointment, Agent Rowan was not available, instead, I met with Agent Griffin who promised to help.
I never heard another word. Agent Taylor in the Wilmington office of the FBI sat across from me with a
smirk on his face and announced that the "FBI is not going to investigate this case,"  even though an FBI
spokesman remarked, "the FBI thoroughly investigates all allegations of wrongdoing."

My book, "Sadly, My Eyes Were Opened" is being written to encourage the thousands of whistle blowers,
who have been abandoned by government and public apathy, that they are not  alone. When the word
"whistle blower" is "Goggled,"  the site reveals over one million, six hundred thousand hits.

Wilmington, North Carolina is the personification of gracious living, southern hospitality, gentility, and
charm. It stands like a grandiose sovereignty on the banks of the Cape Fear River. It is recognized as the
"City of a Million Azaleas” and the Hollywood of the East. It is the east coast home of Screen Gems Studio
and the fastest growing university in the South. It is the vacation destination of millions who come to
bask in the sun on the dazzling shores of the Atlantic Ocean and to take a trip back in time as they stroll
the brick streets of the old historic district beautifully restored to resemble America’s Colonial Era.
Wilmington reigns as the economic and cultural heart of southeastern North Carolina.  

I am proud to say that my roots in this splendid city were planted two hundred and fifty years ago. My
mixed ancestry encompasses all the cultural and racial complexities of the "Old South." My auburn hair,
brown eyes, and fair skin pay homage to my English great-great grandfathers and a Native American
great-grandmother. Our cultural heritage is recorded in a book about the race riots of 1898.  The
following is a quote from the book, We Have Taken A City, by H. Leon Prather. "The whole Scott family
was half Jewish." " The original Scott was a Jew."We are proud of all of our ancestral heritage.  
However, Armond Scott, my great uncle, was a target of the 1898 race riot as he operated a very
successful law office on Front Street. He was quickly placed aboard a train and traveled to Washington,
DC to escape the rioters. He remained in Washington and President Franklin D. Roosevelt appointed him
as a Municipal Court Judge. Uncle Armond served through the Truman and Eisenhower administrations
and his legacy is archived in the Truman Papers in the Truman Library.

Like my ancestors before me, I came into my own in Wilmington. As a young businesswoman,I was
intricately involved in my community, serving on many boards and commissions that included state
appointments, Chairman of the New Hanover County Human Relations Commission, Second Vice
President of the Greater Wilmington Chamber of Commerce, Board of Trustees of the University of North
Carolina Public Television, Board of Trustees of the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, the Duke
University LEAD program, The Parents' Council of Wake Forest University and the Board of Trustees of
BB&T Bank. I entertained dignitaries and celebrities in my home including the Governor, the Lieutenant
Governor, State Senators,and Congressmen. I built a successful business that was nationally recognized
in USA Today and Good Housekeeping. I was also a guest on Good Morning America, The Sally Jesse
Raphael Show, and the Faith Daniels Show. And like a "Pop Princess" with a disastrous marriage, I
graced the pages of Star Magazine. With my background as a speech and theater teacher, I traveled the
country speaking as an advocate for women's issues and small businesses. I was the keynote speaker for
the US Small Business Administration National Convention in Washington, DC. I also represented the SBA
in its national public service announcements. After years of volunteering in the community, I was asked
to fill an unexpired term on the Wilmington City Council. I was re-elected three times in at-large elections
by the citizens of the City and elected Mayor Pro Tem five times by my fellow council members spanning a
decade. I was home!

But even in the "Garden of Eden," knowledge becomes a burden. Wilmington is also home to the 2nd
highest crime rate in the state of North Carolina and remains on the FBI's list of high crime areas. The
chances of being the victim of a robbery are 1 in 230 in Wilmington,higher than Los Angeles where the
robbery rate is 1 in 270. It is the home to a police department drowning in allegations of police brutality,
sexual misconduct, and cover-ups. It is the home to a department that has had six chiefs in eight years;
some of whom were ineffective because they were mired in the three B’s: babes, booze, and boys. After
the selection of a police chief from Nebraska who was entangled in allegations of misconduct and child
sexual abuse, chaos reigned supreme in the department for years amidst rumors of threats, intimidation,
and sexual exploitation that sparked the birth of a very perverted police underground newspaper. The
latest departing chief left a memo with the following quotes: “I would describe the PD current status as
coming apart at the seams," and referring to a fellow officer, “ I would recommend he be moved to
professional standards for his own protection."

Across town is the Sheriff's department. It is common knowledge that a night in the county jail could
prove to be deadly. But not to worry, investigations regularly exonerate law enforcement of all
wrongdoing.  The New Hanover County Sheriff's Department  has the distinction of four deaths in four
years, including an eighteen year-old college student who was shot through a closed door when a seven-
member SWAT team went to his house to question him about the theft of a play station. The Sheriff's
Department is also the home of deputies who engage in sex with the inmates and provide them with their
drug of choice. This is hardly the environment to nurture rehabilitation among the inmates, but should
one of the "guests" acquire a conscience and decide to talk about the activities, deputies have warned
them that “speaking out” could be dangerous to their health. And now the department can boast of
having among its ranks, Sgt. Pantone who was accused of killing twelve unarmed Iraqis and leaving
derogatory sign age on their bodies .My son graduated from college with a degree in criminal justice and
joined the New Hanover County Sheriff's Department during the tenure of the previous sheriff. He served
proudly for five years and left the department with an impeccable record to attend law school. The
department has deteriorated substantially in the last four years.

Drugs are available on every corner like candy. Deputies have remarked, "all of the deputies on the street
know who brings the drugs into Wilmington."  Drug arrests are orchestrated with great media attention
when the street pushers are apprehended, but there has never been an arrest of a suspected supplier.

My beautiful and historic city has also become a haven for pedophiles. A friend revealed how several high
profile attorneys in our community travel with young boys wherever they go.  A single middle-aged
attorney was relentless in my financial destruction after I became an advocate for the children. A
businesswoman was found guilty of fifty-five counts of sexual harassment and some of the victims
included children. Our former police chief , Bob Wadman, was the subject of a book entitled, "The
Franklin Cover-Up," written by former Nebraska State Senator, John W DeCamp, which accused him of
numerous crimes against children. I became embroiled in this sick world of pedophiles when a parent
asked me to help her get a copy of a police report that she had filed following the molestation of her
twelve-year- old son by the Executive Director of an after school program funded by the city. After two
frustrating years I managed to get the police department to file a written  report of the complaint. The
City ceased funding the program. The school system withdrew its support and its students from the
program; however, no one was ever prosecuted, and the perpetrator still works with children in
Wilmington.I continued to seek justice for the young man and turned to our former Sheriff, who
cooperated fully and assigned his  "best man” to investigate the incident. I realized the power of the
pedophiles in our community when the deputy ,(his best man), assigned to the case, became ill and lost
his job shortly after he began his investigation. Midway through the Sheriff's next term, he quietly
resigned.

I mourn for my Church that has suffered scandals in the past, but none as reprehensible as the
"pedophile priests". Their actions destroyed many young lives, brought disgrace on my Holy and
benevolent Church, and perpetuated further intolerance of the gay community. I have many gay friends
who would never harm a child. Careful studies of pedophiles find that many are 'pillars of the
community', professionals, and married with children.

And while other states grapple with ways to protect our children against pedophiles, including the
implementation of public identification; our own legislator, Thomas Wright, introduced a bill in the State
Legislature that would expunge the records of convicted sexual predators. Of course Mr Wright , former
Chairman of the Black Legislative Caucus, is now serving time in the state prison for numerous felonies
along with the former Speaker of the House, Jim Black. Yes, North Carolina is a hotbed for political
corruption.

As a council member for fourteen years, I was the only member who voted against a resolution
sponsored by the Council to support the war in Iraq.I fought the system of corruption, racism,
lawlessness and pedophilia. I also questioned our city 's efforts in thwarting illegal drug traffic. In
frustration ,I wrote a book entitled, Under Oath: Memoirs of an Honest Politician, that chronicled my first
few years on Council . I exposed deals that misappropriated millions of dollars in federal block grant
money. I revealed how so many decisions made by the Council were decided long before the public
participated. I wrote about the pedophiles in our community who still work with our children and hold
positions of power without any scrutiny.I addressed the problems of police brutality that has  
overwhelmed the City for years.

I was not prepared for the events that followed the publishing of my book. I would soon learn that these
people would resort to any means necessary to remain anonymous, including, harassment, intimidation,
and character assassination. They destroyed anyone who dared to question their corruption. I dared. I
paid dearly. Retaliation was swift, relentless, and cruel. With the help of the New York Times owned local
paper, Chuck Reiz, the editorial writer, assassinated my character on a daily basis.  His reporting was so
biased that people continued to ask "What does he have against you?" But my character has been
assassinated with the help of local newspapers.I have been harassed by law enforcement, impeded by
powerful law firms, abandoned by family, friends, and neighbors, and smeared politically and personally
on a regular basis by Mr. Reiz at the local paper who I have only met one time.I was referred to in one of
his many negative editorials  as"needing to exorcize my demons." My disclosures of corruption, police
brutality, and pedophilia were belittled and mocked. And yet all of my allegations found their way to the
pages of the paper, but no one has ever apologized to me. That paper single handedly  helped to destroy
my career, my reputation ,and my finances.   A journalist with The Miami Herald won a Pulitzer Prize for
exposing the many scandals of Miami's Housing Authority,resulting in a takeover by HUD. Wilmington's
housing scandals have received tepid coverage at best by Mr. Reiz and his paper. The local black
newspaper was a strong advocate for me until I endorsed two Republicans for office. They were the two
best people for the job, but the editor of the black newspaper thought that I should vote Democratic
regardless. That is NOT the American way!    

On a November night in 2002, I made Henry's Restaurant famous. Henry's is an Italian eatery where
stone walls are reminiscent of a grotto and Frank and Dino are piped in over the low roar of diners and
revelers. Located one mile from my home, several of my neighbors were at the far end of the dinning
room and the new City Manager and his wife were leaving as I entered with the City Clerk and the City
Public Information Officer. We shared frivolity and people watching over a plate of Buffalo wings and
potato skins. As we watched, the lively pulsation of the room was starkly contrasted by the somber
presence of a single male sitting at the end of the bar, alone, solemn, drinking only coffee. His demeanor
was so bizarre that we all commented. We later learned that this lone figure was Ashley Freeman, a
Wrightsville Beach policeman, who informed the city police when I left the restaurant, and told them that
I was intoxicated. Mr Freeman was later charged with assault and lost his job.

Upon leaving the restaurant, I was accompanied by Doug, the PI officer, who habitually followed me
home after I began receiving death threats...However, within ten minutes of my departure from the
restaurant, a patrol car sped in between my car and Doug's. As I turned into the dark and isolated road
leading to my home, a police cruiser confronted me. I immediately pulled to the side of the road assuming
that there was a mistake, but the officer approached me and ordered me to "get out of the car." "You are
being arrested for drunk driving." Fear clutched my chest as I stood in the shivering cold. "But, "Officer",
I said, "That is impossible, I have had very little to drink and I will be happy to take a pre-arrest
Breathalyzer." "No," he replied, "No pre-arrest Breathalyzer, you're going to jail." I was stunned and
afraid for my life as I recalled two recent harrowing incidents involving my daughter.   

Only two months earlier, my daughter, home from college, was accosted by a Wilmington police officer as
she sat at the curb of a grocery store waiting for me to exit the store. An officer passed several other
vehicles waiting at the curb, pulled in front of her and ordered her to move. "Sir,"I will when you move
out of the way." Officer Fish became enraged and placed his entire torso inside of the car and yelled with
such agitation that he spit all over her. He wrote her a ticket, and when I exited the store, I instructed
her "let's go home." Mr. Fish threatened us with an arrest if we left the scene. We were illegally detained
for over an hour while we waited for a supervisor to arrive and give us permission to go home. The
incident was witnessed by many who stood helplessly by and shook their heads in disgust and disbelief.
We were told that there was a videotape of the incident. We were victimized again when the Star News
reported its series of events without ever talking to me. The paper reported that the Officer detained us
while he called for backup. Please, Officer Fish is 6'4",approximately 220 pounds carrying a night stick
and a .9 millimeter pistol while my daughter and I sat shaking in our car. The newspaper also reported
that I had made derogatory remarks to the officer, but when I requested a copy of the  video tape to
refute the article, I was informed that the tape was not available.I filed a complaint with the department
and received a one-line response ,"thanks for the information." Officer Fish received a pay raise and
quietly went to work for a small adjoining rural town.  

Another incident involving my daughter and the Wilmington Police Department occurred shortly after that
when she was cited for "driving the wrong way down a one way street." This ticket was the result of her
backing up less than two feet in a left turn lane , with no one behind her, just to negotiate her turn. After
years of such incidents, I became enraged. I berated the officer, and this time the tape was ROLLING .
Every word was captured and published in the Star News. I walked right into that one! I then became
the target of campaign for me to resign from my position on Council.

These incidents were fresh in my memory as I surrendered to Officer Nevitt .I arrived at the police
station to face cameras, reporters, and a cadre of laughing, joking law enforcement officers. The
Breathalyzer test was administered twice. I blew .00 TWICE. Surely, this nightmare was over. Not so!
Officer Nevitt conversed with the Magistrate, Judith Nicholson, and she issued an arrest warrant. At 62, I
was released in the  custody of my sister. The City Manager later informed me that the sheriff, Sid
Causey, had orchestrated the arrest. If I had any doubts about the accuracy of that statement,, they
were dispelled when my arresting officer was fired from the police department after  a seventy-four page
internal investigation accused him of violating  countless departmental policies, and he promptly went to
work for Sheriff Causey who referred to Mr. Nevitt as a "very good and experienced officer." The DA
who dismissed the charges against me was forced to resign from his job midway through his term and
move to the other side of the state.

A very brief period of  community  outrage soon fizzled and friends, neighbors, and even family members
walked away. Many of the "friends" who stayed around were anything but... There is no pain as
excruciating as that of  betrayal. I must reveal that many of those responsible for the wrongs that I have
endured have felt the wrath of God in their lives. However, my thirty year-old successful business was
destroyed. I cleaned houses for ten dollars a week when I was twelve years old and cleaned toilets and
waited tables to put myself through college. I am a former college professor who taught English, speech,
theater, journalism, mass media, and produced and directed full length plays. But now, for the first time
in fifty years, I was unemployed.  Even Public Television in Miami could not use the services of a speech
teacher as an eight dollar an hour telemarketer. Thank God for my writing ability. I now earn some
money as a freelance writer while I complete my book.

I filed a law suit against the city for my false arrest, and a federal judge ruled that everything that Officer
Nevitt did to me was proper, correct, and within his authority, and that he had immunity. Federal Judge
Louise Flanagan was moved to a Raleigh Court to handle my case out of the jurisdiction  of Wilmington
where it belonged. She dismissed my case by ruling that a police officer has the right to stop, interrogate,
and arrest anyone suspected of having a single drink. Her brief never addressed the seventy-four page
City of Wilmington internal police investigation that found that the officer had violated fourteen
department polices and was fired. Her federal ruling will have profound implications for the public.

Justice continued to allude me in the court system in North Carolina. Idealease, a truck leasing company
in Wilmington, filed a lawsuit against me seeking to hold me legally liable for a contract signed on behalf
of my corporation. Three North Carolina judges: Hooks, Cobb, and Braswell denied me a jury trial in a
civil matter and allowed the opposing counsel, Andy McVey, to inform MY major witness that he did not
have to appear in court. In fact, Mr McVey requested that all of my witnesses be excused. Guess what?
The judge excused all of my witnesses as I sat there.  I counter sued Idealease, and Judge James Dever,
in his brief denying summary judgment for the defendants instructed the defendants how to position
their  next brief so that the case could be dismissed. Mr McVey complied, Judge Dever dismissed my suit.
Fortunately,  my legal experiences have received the attention of the national Judicial Accountability
community, and I spoke in May at the Stewart Mott House on Capitol Hill and at the National Press Club in
Washington, DC in November. A national speaking tour is planned.










The Stewart Mott House on Capitol Hill,May 2008            The National Press Club, November,2008
Sadly, my children have paid dearly for my candor. Members of the legal profession have prevented my
two children, both law school graduates, from advancing in their careers even though my son wrote for
the New England Law Journal and scored 151 on the MBE.  But the North Carolina Bar has the privilege
of not allowing candidates to verify their scores. That is unthinkable!  I served on a board with AP
Carlton, the former President of the American Bar Association. I asked him to inquire about my son's
score. Without hesitation, he responded, "I hate to tell you , Katherine, but they've  dug their heels in on
this one. " So much for fairness and integrity at the North Carolina Bar Association. I also wonder what
awful lies are spread about my children. Both are outgoing, upstanding, devout Catholics, the same as I,
who always enjoyed bountiful and loyal friendships, but  now friends often disappear without any rhyme
or reason.  Dr. Karen Huffer describes in her book, Overcoming the Devastation of Legal Abuse
Syndrome; the devastation suffered by citizens who are victims of the American legal system. I am
gravely disappointed in our system of "justice." The system has failed me from the District Court to the
US Supreme Court. When citizens don't have the resources to purchase justice; they get no justice. Make
no mistake, this country is blessed with law enforcement officers who are willing to pursue justice for
victims for twenty-five and thirty years as demonstrated by their dogged pursuit of "cold case files," and
attorneys like Peter Neufeld of the Innocence Project who work tirelessly to free the innocent wrongly
convicted. And there are judges who put truth and justice above their political careers; but the North
Carolina justice system has few of those legal giants.

Continue with me on a journey from the azalea-laced gardens of my hometown,Wilmington, North
Carolina, to the palm tree lined streets and sandy beaches of Miami, Florida. I embarked on the trip
seeking respite from the hostility, harassment,and intimidation of  North Carolina law enforcement and
landed on the shores of Miami only  to find that "the long arm of the law " knows no boundaries. During
my journey,I found paradise in a gated community on the waterway  in Florida with a marina and a
million-dollar view called "Mystic Pointe." "Paradise Lost" soon described my new home as it was not
long before the "long blue line"arranged to continue the harassment, from desk clerks who reported my
comings and goings, to the mailman who made no pretense of delivering my mail unopened (if it was
delivered at all), and who escorted agents from Homeland Security to my apartment. Shortly after
arriving in Miami, five agents from Homeland Security breached three levels of security in the Florida
complex where my daughter and I resided and entered our apartment. When I demanded to know how
they had gained access to the building, I was told that they came onto the property via the marina in a
Homeland Security boat. Your tax dollars are being wisely used to fight the "war on terror."Expensive
locks have proven useless against thugs allowed into our "secure" building. It became obvious that there
was no escaping the wrath and vengeance of the police and their well financed associations. A few
dollars could purchase willing participants for all manner of "sick" activities. Make no mistake, local police
organizations don't have the resources to maintain the level of harassment and surveillance that I have
endured. They have the willing participation of our national law enforcement officers who took an oath
to protect us from terrorist. That protection is sorely inadequate as our intelligence agencies are devoting
their resources to wiretapping, mail tampering and surveillance of law- abiding citizens.

Domestic surveillance reigns supreme in the USA today as our tax dollars are being used to eavesdrop,
harass, and intimidate American citizens. SA Graham,Sibel Edmonds  and Mike German are former FBI
agents who left the agency because they were no longer willing to conduct electronic surveillance on
political US officials. Their website, The National Security Whistle Blowers Coalition will astound you as it
reveals the level of domestic surveillance.

But I am not alone. The pedophiles and politicians use police to arrest informants everywhere. And
anyone who has ever challenged a police department will confirm that they are harassed for the rest of
their lives from coast to coast. I know them, I have met them. They, too, have web sites describing their
lives. Mexican journalist, Lydia Cacho, was falsely arrested, blindfolded, and driven over a thousand miles
with a gun to her head because she exposed the pedophile crimes of a wealthy businessman now living
in the US. Her story chronicled in her book, Demons of Eden, sold forty thousand copies the day that it
was released in Mexico and is scheduled for release in the US later this year.I continue to ponder if the
groups and individuals who have worked so hard to destroy my life and my credibility are unwitting
pawns of the perverts,drug lords, and corrupt politicians or are they sympathizers or participants?  I am
not sure what is more offensive, their "sickness" or their ignorance. Thankfully, their "arms are too short
to box with God."

Where there is evil; there is also Godliness. And I thank God every day for the many "angels " that He has
placed in my life to brighten my darkest days. They kept my faith alive when hope was a distant dream.
Many are from the Wilmington community, and some reside in my new home of Miami, Florida. Some
have come from the most unlikely places. The "angels"have remained loyal and unshakable in their
support for me. I hope not to embarrass them, but their names appear on the "Angel Tree" in my book.
And through out these tumultuous years, my parish priests and the Sisters of Saint Ursula have remained
my "rocks" of faith. Diary of A Politician will inspire you as you learn of my spiritual and emotional
survival against those who have retaliated with a vengeance.

I find solace in one thing. I am NOT alone. I have meet hundreds of people via this website who are
living the same experiences as I. They too, have been rebuffed by the ACLU, NAACP, NOW, even some
whistle blower advocacy groups  and other 501 C3 organizations whose charters profess to protect the
rights and dignity of people like us. These groups are either bought off, frightened off, or sufficiently
threatened. Of course, it doesn't help us that the legal profession, trained in the powers of persuasion,
portrays all of us as "crazy or delusional." That is their most powerful tactic. Most of these victims of the
system have been isolated from friends and family the same as I. Many are reluctant to go public for fear
of being labeled "crazy" or paranoid. They fear that no one will believe what has been done to their lives.
I am blessed. I have two children, both law school graduates, who have lived through every moment
with me and are willing to substantiate what I have endured at the hands of these "sickos' posing as
human beings, including a house break-in that involved the theft of only one item: the ashes of my
beloved fifteen year-old Greyhound. The expensive urn that held the ashes was left intact.

If the vivid portrayal of my life frightens you, be uplifted as I am. My book entitled, " Sadly, My Eyes
Were Opened: Diary of a Politician"chronicles briefly  my life before politics and details my fourteen- year
struggle as a  political whistle blower.

I may be reached at: 786-991-9062, 786-267-5802, 786-797-0507.  e-mail:saintfranciss1@yahoo.com Website: www.
oneagleswingsfearnoevil.com



            
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          Diary Of A Politician      

"All  that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do       
                              nothing!" Edmund Burke