Arrest Worthiness Metrics

"Do you think I'm over-reacting?"-- Patrick Stewart as Loomis

The beginning of the end of sedate misery, not yet transmitted, barreled through to simmer, a day, two, no more:

To the ninth district:

I am writing to file a discrimination complaint against Presbyterian Homes, their present supervisory agent Ken Cantrell, current manager Trudy Richardson, and long time former vocational employee Debra Horne.

In 1993, under the duress at my former location, the Diamond Park Apartment complex on 1500 West Page Street, I was a victim of an aggravated assault by the grandson of a tenant.  Presby's owners had some liability for that home invasion. The grandson, whose name was Brandon Phillips, had free access to the building. The grandmother either could not or did not escort her relative out after his visits, and I bore the brunt of this by being staked out by a minority, without even so much as a hint of security at these dual complexes, on a day when I had taken off from work. There was no eye level peep hole for me to look out of when the Phillips boy knocked, and perhaps, had I not been worried about clearing my cabinets for the exterminator, had not rushed to open the door, Brandon might have gotten lucky and actually killed me later on, and I wouldn't be sitting here 15 minutes away from the area, virtually penniless, and still traumatized.

The detective who investigated the case closed it rapidly and the perpetrator served his time. My issue is Preby's culpability. I wanted to pursue litigation against this huge rental corporation, so much more powerful than I, and allowed their manager, Terri Way, to talk me out of it. I know there is nothing any officer can do about that. It was many years ago, and reluctantly, I followed Ms. Way to Riverside, with great resistance. The supervisory agent then, Ellen Hovey, knew she dodged a bullet, knew how traumatic becoming a crime victim was for me, and under her manager, Michael Howard, I was treated  with deference until he left.

Since he was replaced by Debra Schwab in 2005, I have been under repeated duress. I was banned from the dining service during that time, harassed by the tenants knocking on my door and pelting me was bars of soap. An attorney named Steven Gold assisted me with that, and undoubtedly as officers you might suggest it is over and done with. Of course, but then I was molested and robbed by two personal care attendants from Unlimited Staffing in 2006, at which time I ceased getting aides on the Medicaid Waiver, out of fear. At least one in three of these woman attempted to exploit me, and I've let it go and let it go, and can't anymore.

Up until last year, I used my personal monies for housekeeping help, and that is now gone. I am unemployed with the exception of sparse freelance commissions. Trudy Richardson, her boss, and Debra Horne have repeatedly threatened me and excoriated me at every opportunity, and if I had stood up to Ms. Way in 1993, I could have litigated the Diamond Park owner's negligence and returned back to Delaware County near my immediate family. I want an admission of liability from Diamond Park's owner, and given what I've been through, if Presby is a so called Christian company, let them pay for unit cleanings. I am strangled in debt, trying to go back to work, and if Ms. Horne is so concerned about my mental affect, she and I had a meeting about the fact that my former supervisor at the local disability center had created a toxic environment for me, but in 2007, with an assessment team corralling me in the doorway, they insisted that I return to the disability center for services while my supervisor was Vice President and chief officer.

Every white professional I've spoken to about what happened to me due to my interaction with Linda at the center understands I cannot return there with their coordinators, but not Debra Horne. Her role here at Presby is to attack every vulnerability, and treat wheelchair users like zoological specimens who need to be caged. I refuse to go down this way after years of fighting for viable matriculation. If this company wants to evict me, that is an option freely available to them. If your officers think I am now falling into the troublemaker category and want to remove me from the building environs for not being able to measure up to ambulatory standards, then do that. I do not do drugs. I don't drink, but I'm going to put your motto to protect and serve to the test. This company violates my rights, and I consider the fact that I've lived in a senior living facility since I was 23 tantamount to a hate crime. I want out, and I want this company's conduct toward the disabled investigated. Copies of this complaint will be going to the ACLU, state attorney's offices, and the Human Relations Commission.

I realize you have much more traumatic domestic issues to deal with, but I am not going to die like Danieal Kelly begging for water while this city's governing competency continues to generate national embarrassment. I apologize for the two or three minutes of your time this took to read. 

Exsanguination

Whether Giuseppe Tomasi was a true pacifist is debated; perhaps even he did not know for certain. His psyche was, at the very least, complex, even to his psychologist wife. Nevertheless, his defiance of Italian social conformity was very real if often subtle. Best of Sicily


Doing some biomethodology research for a fantasy piece of mine, of all the contemptible genres, yes, a fantasy story that every science fiction editor swears is boring is actually working for me. Now you see why I have only earned about 3,000 USD, and no, I do not know the exact total, never filed a schedule C, not that I would not have, but journalism breaks your heart, lies, and every journalist knows this, which is why plagiarism scandals like this skirt the truth, and no, I never engage in unethical behavior, that is not what the issues are in the fourth estate; it is a huge question, whether or not access serves the public trust, like when David Brooks and Petraeus have lunch and then the general's penis sets the stage for the next international Bourne identity entertainment, but I have other things on my mind, the morning quarrel with Vinnie, which led to a second pair of broken glasses. I was going to go back to bed and simply cave in, and then had a mild second wind and said if dressing is too much writing is not, just do what I am able; my shins are hurting, however.

I know how this is going to come off, given what I have revealed, and how often I have written Linda's name, and my frank exposure of a life in emotional pain, but the demon/saint dichotomy within disability culture is still a real prejudice, and creating a real crippled killer, that an audience would accept, seems an almost insurmountable challenge. We are angels if we're helpless with drooling eye floating smiles, demons, if like me, we tell minor film personalities like Schneider to go fuck themselves, hurt their feelings, and then have a crying fit because said man is a jackass rather than an established connection who might have connected me to real work.

Dan, if I had known who you were when you approached my old account, I would not have ignored you but would have turned you down. You, your wife may not have thought you were patronizing me but you were. However, I apologize, and my upset apple cart was uncalled for. Now that we have that out of the way, no one cares about the chip on your shoulder with the Kenyon Review. You need an editor, and have to understand that the academy, not unreasonably, treats creative writing as a craft, which it is. I came up in literary small presses, and you do not understand the culture, even if, like me, you recognize the problem. The issue is how one markets poetry and fiction that has by necessity become beholden to historical canons. We're not enemies, but regardless of your classes at Harvard, your bakery, your talents at producing inane black television comedy, you are a fool who doesn't know how to apply yourself.

Write about being a minor figure in the industry. Stop complaining and pasting email arguments, and get yourself a better web design. You certainly have the connections. I don't. Use what you have.