The Quiet Genocidal Collusion

"Poverty is a business." --Alan Gordon, income maintenance civil servant, former university friend and as far as I know, still homosexual.

If you want to know why I believe American federalism is hopelessly compromised, why I believe the social service sector in this country is a conspiracy that educated men like Gregory Zacharias won't look at very closely (bottom photo faculty board), allow me to present my opening evidence. This is HUD's evaluation of Diamond Park, the units I jumped at to live independently, the units where I suffered the PTSD of inner city violence, most of that black, and then transferred to Riverside with Terri Way after my assault. 

These units are not worth the FMR listing, and Presby's FMR for Riverside is even more inflated, as center city property values are mainly commercial and come at a premium.

In 1994, my father dumped me, and what furniture I had (he gave me a couch later but I had no room and gave it away and this hurt my father) and left cursing. From that evening, to my letter to Trudy Richardson over the winter threatening legal action, my life here, privately, has been hell.

I have told you about Trudy's deployment of the assessment team in 08, but I was also forced, years ago, to pay for a meal program even though I was banned from the dining room. A Jewish lawyer named Gold did his statue-legalize with a Presby brother bar member and that ended.

So, you know a relative of a tenant nearly took my life under the management of PresbyHomes, whose staff dissuaded litigation but gave me no support except to have me placed here, where I never wanted to live. I have had to put up with constant thrust and counter thrust, from the time I was 23 to 50.

Sheldon "doesn't know what to say," and I have no animus with his honesty. Greg stopped interacting with me; busy man who doesn't have time to deal with the hard luck of a brittle invalid. Don't kid yourselves about the rhetoric of freedom and liberty from our presidents' mouths. 

Now, I grant you, it is not the fault of  instructors who taught me that I ended up not teaching and live with a dung beetle's distress, if not enthusiasm, nor is it Sheldon's, or Greg's, but putting up a fence because I did not manage to jump the supersaturated meritocracy humanities, what does that signify? And what have I truly done to merit the cold shoulder online? Mmm. Greg would-- what idiom should I use?-- throw a wobbly if I wanted to fast track oral exams and the like to get special status to work at Creighton-- which is not a plea to be incompetent.

I have looked for other landlords, but refuse to return to the inner city, because it would crack me if not kill me, and I want off the public housing grid, especially section 202. Would you want this for your 23 year old daughter because she was impulsively naive about integration? I am asking for help, but it is to get out of this, any way I can, for the few stable years I have ahead. Please.