I guess you all are wondering how a woman with such stellar intelligence ended up in prison?
It started in September of 1998. My brother and a few of his close friends were indicted for selling drugs in Pontiac. My brother wasn't as large as his "friends", but he was a main player. In a conspiracy case, there doesn't have to be a load of drugs that he police find. All they need is a snitch, in this case a disgruntle nephew who was thrown out of one of his uncles many houses and tons of drug related pictures taken by the FBI. Once the FBI drops the matter and the racist Oakland County Prosecutor's office picks it up, the matter can get sticky for most. Everybody knows that Oakland County juries are made up of White people who believe young black men are incapable of doing anything, but deal drugs. So a Grand Jury would surely hand down this type of indictment.
My brother and his "friends" were rounded up that morning, although they knew Eric had been talking and their arrest was possible. All at once the streets dried up, because everybody knew the Grand Jury was in town (as we say it in the hood) and whenever that happen the FBI wasn't far behind. It crushed me, but I had always told my brother this was possible. I never thought it would come without any drug possession! My brother and his "friends" were very smart and did things to get around being caught in those type of situation...So this Conspiracy charge was the only way to get them. Eric had helped to track his uncle's drug dealing back ten (10) years.
My brother and I were very close. It would stand that the FBI had plenty of pictures of me coming in and out of his home, driving him around and so forth. I'm not ashamed of it, because he is my brother and that's what a sister does - - he has taken what I do for him to the extreme these days, but life's a bi... He bought me cars and gave me an allowance, even if he didn't call it that! LOL So when I decided I was in love with Steve one day, I did the unthinkable and called him September 11, 2001. My brother's case had been dismissed by Judge Mester. Of course, Gorcyca and his goons weren't having that and sent the case up to the state appellate court. With my brother laying in the room sleep awaiting their decision, my dumb ass called the Pontiac Police Department looking for Steve. On the worst day on American history...I might add. I had been looking for him all summer long. He's the kind of police that's not very easily found. Ideally, I would run into him on the street or something, but when I didn't I knew exactly where to find hi,...At work on Pike Street at the Pontiac Police Department.
Now you would have to understand Steve's and my relationship. We met at Webster elementary school when we were eight (8) and it was love at first sight. Nobody knew but us, and that was better for Steve, because he was doing enough fighting with the little Black boys on his way home from school, to school, in the halls and on the playground. We ended our brief affair with a fight on the playground of our own...He won. I have failed to mention this fact that may be important to some, Steve is White, Caucasian or his preference Italian. We met up again in high school and he was so skinny, but he still had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my life. He wasn't very forward and shy and meek, but I saw him and I know he saw me. Back then I was pretty hard to miss - - I think I had ADD! LOL
When we got older he would come to my job and we would talk. He would stand and talk to me for hours. I didn't think about it then, but for Steve that was unusual, because he doesn't talk much at all. His tongue kinda sticks to the roof of his mouth and his words come out like Rocky Balboa's. I don't think that's a bad thing, because Rocky is Italian, too!
So when I called him that day, I was calling an old friend. I never thought it would turn into a stalking case. But Paul McDougal afraid he would find out that he use to beat Patricia and Pam Chambers the person who was helping my brother and his "friends" deal their drugs got scared. All the members of the Waterford Police, Oakland County Sheriff's Department and the PPD who were stealing from Sears where I was working also got scared. What would happen to all of them if I suddenly became involved with a cop who wasn't crooked? A cop who had just became a detective and was working against all the corruption in Pontiac and who they all thought was a FBI informant? Whew...That there was too much for them to risk. So they knew we had talked on the phone a few mornings, and began the systematic rumor that he was the person - - not Pam who was involved with me and therefore was helping my brother and his "friends" deal their drugs.
So of course the Feds knew what was going on. They were listening in on the same tap the PPD was. Since Steve was one of them, he went to them and told them what the deal was. So began a deliberate and cunning game to rid this city of the crooked fraction of the PPD. Because see people, Steve Wittebort is my man. Has been since September 11, 2001. We are best friends and confidants, and although I know he has had affair, especially during my unfortunate incarceration the biggest nitch in this game...we have rarely spent a day out of contact with one another. How you might ask??? All you have to do is watch TV and see the technology our government has and it won't be too hard to understand. The last time I lay eyes on Steve was back in July. The time before that had been five (5) years before. I don't see him...stipulation of the PPO he has against me, but we communicate everyday!!! Via all kinds of technological devices, you wouldn't believe me if I told you!
So the plan was in place - - make me a stalker and send me to prison. i was never game, but I never turned on Steve, because he never deserved that. They couldn't win, because they were crooked and dirty and would never be allowed to get at him. I wouldn't ever allow that, and I took the hits for him. When I got to prison what I did wasn't a new concept. A lot of women had gone to prison for their men. One woman did five (5) years to my four (4). I wouldn't let them get him, and I did it with my heart beating everyday for him. He had come into Sears back in 1995 and informed me that he was about to become a police officer and had bought a house. In normal "Steve fashion" that was a proposal of marriage. I cry now, because I missed that overt attempt to woo me and I so dearly want to go HOME.
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