Diary of A Whistle Blower

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" I wish my eyes had not been opened " are the words from a hymn written by Carol Etzler. " 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 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, "I Wish My Eyes Had Not Been 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 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. But the riots of 1898 reeked havoc on our lives. 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, and all of them inherited the business ability
to make money. Armond Scott went to Wilmington with receipts to show that his father had paid his property taxes. There
are two versions of what happened. When he got to the court house, there were some people in the crowd who knew him.
Either Scott became afraid and burned them up to keep the mob from getting him, or the mob took them away from him. At
any rate, the receipts were burned, and the "property knocked down and sold." Alex Manly "tried years later to revive
something about it, but town officials contended that without any written proof, there was not anything that he could do
about it...Those at the courthouse who tried to look into the matter discovered the records had been so altered or stolen or
lost."After Uncle Armond returned to Washington, DC from Wilmington empty-handed,   President Franklin D. Roosevelt
appointed him 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 whose 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 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 a 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 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?" That paper single
handedly helped to destroy my career, my reputation ,and my finances.

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 money as a freelance writer, while I complete my book.
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 Star News who I have only met one time.I was referred to in one of his many negative
editorials as"needing to exorcize my demons." The local black newspaper had been my staunchest supporter, but became
vicious in their editorials when I "dared" to support some very qualified Republican candidates in two local races. 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. 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.

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. Judge Louise Flanagan ruled that a police officer has
the right to stop, interrogate, and arrest anyone suspected of having a single drink. That federal ruling will have profound
implications for the public. Justice continued to allude me in the court system. 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: Hooker, 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.

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. 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.

Florida also provided me with experiences of fraud and housing discrimination. My daughter purchased an automobile and
financed it with Summit Financial in Plantation, Florida. The original note was for $17,000. One year later, the note stands
at $17,000. The Attorney General is "investigating."

The Beach Club in Hallandale Beach, Florida provided the first instance of housing discrimination that I have witnessed in
over twenty-five years. My daughter and her roommate applied for an apartment and were accepted. When the roommate
went to pick up the necessary papers, she encountered hostility, disdain and disrespect. My daughter was notified that the
apartment was not available because it was in foreclosure. The very next day, that apartment was advertised for rent. They
applied for another apartment in the complex and were told that they were accepted. The landlord called and notified the
management that he wanted us to rent his apartment. The Manager, Janine, met me in the lobby to inform me that the
Homeowners Association did not want us and refused to allow us to move in while our truck sat loaded with furniture. The
Attorney General is "investigating."

Domestic terrorism reigns supreme in the USA today as our tax dollars are being used to terrorize 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.

I have received death threats and death attempts. One incident occurred on December 26, 2005. As my daughter and I
traveled to Miami on a very busy I-95, a tractor-trailer came across a forty-foot median directly at our car even when we
moved. It took several strategic maneuvers to avoid a head on collision. The truck continued down the highway in complete
control ,never threatened the safety of another vehicle, and the patrol car following us simply sped off. The most frightening
incidents occurred with my diabetes medicine. My pharmacy issued me diabetes pens twice that raised my sugar each time
that I injected it and the wrong medication on three separate occasions. The regional office of Walgreen's in Miami never
responded to my complaint, but the pharmaceutical company immediately requested that I send the medicine to them and a
new vial was issued to me. Though talks continue with the corporate offices,complaints filed against the individual
pharmacists have , so far, gone unresolved.

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, " I Wish My Eyes Had Not Been 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: 305-409-5144. e-mail:saintfranciss1@yahoo.com

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I Wish My Eyes Had Not Been Opened:
Diary Of A Politician

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

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