Suddenly, My Eyes Were Opened:
         Diary of A Politician
         "Evil prevails when good men do nothing."
                             Edmund Burke
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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. As an
advocate for justice for sexually abused children, I drew the ire of some law enforcement personnel who had
been accused of child molestation and police brutality,senior staff and Council members who misappropriated
federal funds that had been allocated for the poor. As a result, my children and  I have been harassed for the
last decade by local, state, and federal officers with frequent stops, many, many traffic tickets and citations,
and a car  impounded on Christmas Eve. Death threats ensued. One e-mail was traced and led to an arrest.
The guilty party was released from prison in January of 09. The scariest incident, however, occurred on I95
traveling from Wilmington to Miami when a tractor trailer came across a grassy median headed straight for
our car, and it took several maneuvers to avoid a head-on collision. I don't have to tell anyone what happens
to an individual who ever crosses the police. You are harassed for the rest of your life wherever you go.

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 .View websites of other targeted
individuals and recognize that the intelligence, professionalism, and creative expertise reflected indicates  that
the best and brightest among us are targets. Gossip, lies, and slander are often used to destroy whistle blowers.
This is done at work, school ,in the community, and among neighbors and friends. They destroy relationships and
careers. Also visit:
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 politics
and court's failure to prosecute pedophilia and police brutality. Sadly, nothing has changed! 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, handcuffed with my hands behind my back, and tossed into the back of  a patrol car with the orders
to"slide your fanny over."

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.
My beautiful olive complexioned brothers remind us our many Turkish ancestors.  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.

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 have 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. The Court of Appeals in Richmond upheld her decision and the US Supreme Court refused to
hear the case. The US Department of Justice immediately accepted the case for investigation. However, they
soon reversed their decision and dropped the case.

I sought further 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 Justice 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."

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 Deaver,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 Deaver dismissed my suit. I did find justice in a civil court in Miami
and a wonderful elected official from the state of Florida has been a constant ally.

Financial destruction was eminent. While city workers held a fund raiser in the park for the arresting officer, I
was informed on Christmas eve by Mickey at General Electric that they would no longer need the services of
my company after a successful twelve-year run. GE left with an outstanding invoice of $26,000 dollars which a
Mr. Darland promised to pay after receiving a letter from my attorney. However, that debt has never been
paid. For two years I sought to renegotiate my home mortgage with SunTrust Bank. NO ONE could "find" my
loan. I finally sent certified letters to the CEO and all members of the Board. I still received no cooperation
from Sun Trust Bank.

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. I am also speaking to children's advocacy
groups. Click on the links below to hear my speech to Stop Child Abuse America on July 18, 2009 on the
Capitol grounds in Washington, DC.

THE US CAPITOL, Washington, DC  STOP CHILD ABUSE AMERICA   July 18, 2009


























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 Multi-State.  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.  Thankfully, my son is now a member of the
North Carolina Bar.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 I am still
searching for my legal giant.

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."    
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trip to Raleigh, North Carolina proved to be the most sinister. The harassment was brutal.  Trust me, law
enforcement resources are spent on harassment and surveillance. 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 as they do the leg work for pedophiles.

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." I forgive them! We
serve two different Masters."No need for revenge. Just sit back and wait. Those who hurt you will
eventually make a mistake themselves and if you're lucky, God will let you watch."

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 met 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.

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