I'm sorry, but I might get a lot of feed back from law enforcement for this post. Moreover, I'm sure many of my African-American Brothas are going to be upset with what I have to say. I've been involved with all kinds of men, from all walks of life. Of all ages, creeds, religion and nationalities. I can honestly say that I have been mistreated by all of them. I honestly don't like one nationality, religion or creed over another. As an equal opportunity female, they are all capable of being really mean to me. I've never known a man who couldn't be angry every now and then.
The best man I ever had in my life was 15 years old and I was 17. He gave me what I wanted and wanted to be with me every minute of the day. He would send a taxi for me everyday, and after a while, he I would walk to where he was and take the taxi home at night. We would walk and talk and were best friends for the three months we were together. My friend was amazed at how clueless I was that he was "the best". One day when he pushed me out of the way and took my place on the curb side of the street, I became angry at his force. She yelled at me that I was stupid, because he had just taken my place and instead of my being in harms way, he was now the one who would be hit by the car.
He was a young drug dealer who was later arrested and whom I have never seen again. It's so ironic for me that when all is said is done, the best relationship I have ever had was with a drug dealer. A criminal who treated me better than any other man I had since. It was for only three months, but it was the best three months of my life, and although I don't long and dream for him...I wonder what could have come of that. So, there are no ideal situations and no perfect situations. What I want to know is why a good man like him, an African-American man is put in jail, when there are so many educated, professional Black men who should be in jail simply because they don't know how to treat anyone.
Not to mention that they are criminals themselves and there are four Black men that I want to speak about, tonight. First of course Paul McDougal, the 15 year veteran or the Pontiac Police Department. Secondly, Glenn McIntosh of Oakland University. Lastly, two of the most prominent attorneys in Pontiac, H. Wallace Parker and Elbert Hatchett. These men who are so wrapped up in who they are, they fail to reach out to the whole of the public. One is a woman beater, the other a flunky another a man guilty of sexual harassment and the other who built his law "empire" on drug money, acquired from a so-called hit man. Three of these men value me only as a piece of meat, while McDougal sees me as his biggest competition. I will bet my "bottom dollar" he thinks Steve is more handsome and sexy than I do. Mostly, after my knowing he use to beat his girlfriend, he wants Steve in his bed more than I ever have!
So where do all these "great" men of valor in our community fit into a puzzle of drugs, money, schemes and homosexuality? Right dead smack in the center of it. What else in the African-American community can bring these men together to try and ruin me. I was told by Hatchett today that a judge won't want to here my story about how all of these things happened in a sequence. How over the last 15 years that Paul's girlfriend working with me has been the demise of my life as a whole. How his insistence that I am a homosexual, simply because he is one is absurd. His continuing to infiltrate my life and disrupt it his hilarious. He has been allowed the rope to continue what he believes is a tirade of my life, but will ultimately completely destroy himself, before he destroys me, but you can't tell a man that.
McIntosh is another story (if I'm allowed to tell one), and a stupid flunky that Paul has brought into his mess. Why would a man with a position like his plant himself into a diabolic scheme to stop someone from living on campus. What does it take to get a man to put his lively hood on me? His home, his family and children will all be affected if he loses hi job behind me. He has a Master's Degree and he isn't smart enough to sustain from getting involved with "ghetto games". He has done all the things that society asks Black men to do, but his lifestyle choices have forced him into a situation where he could lose it all! All that hard work and accomplishment down the drain, because you either are a drug addict, a "down-low brotha" or both. How sad, and a good reason to shake my head.
H. Wallace Parker, and what I'm about to say about him, I hear, is public knowledge. If only I knew that he was pervert. I went to his office last summer, and he had such an uncontrollable erection that he pinched it and pushed it down. Right in front of my face, and knew he was wrong, but he was so aroused, he had to push himself under the desk to hide it. When I filed the complaint, he lied, got my picture off OTIS and was given a pass by the Attorney Grievance Board. I asked him to take a lie detector test, and never got a response. I never got a response from he, his partner or The Attorney Grievance Board. He just felt himself up in front of me and got away with it! That's the biggest shame of them all that a woman actually dimissed my claim! And when I called for a lie detector nobody wanted to step up to the plate! Why? Because these people are part of a scheme that is larger than me. These drug addict, homosexuals are everywhere. They will infiltrate the life of those who refuse to participate and kill their own soul and body. They just refuse to believe that doing evil causes you strife and that in the end we all lose!
Finally, the staple in our community's history. The man who is suppose to have brought us up from where we were, and was the pillar of our people. He has been in Ebony and fought some of the most high-profile cases this city has ever seen. I'm speaking of Elbert Hatchett, Attorney at Law. When I first started going through the stress of McIntosh's harassment, I called him. We talked and he gave me good advice and I told him I would call back after my meeting. He replied, "You can call me anytime!" Which I knew what that meant; I wanna have sex with you. Unlike many men in position like his, he would use my unfortunate situation to get laid. When he told me he would write a letter and look into the matter, I was impressed. After I was dismissed, I thought that he would jump at the chance to show his chivalry for a "Woman of Color", but sadly... A month and a half has passed and with no word from him after receiving my dismissal letter, I was going to drop the idea of him representing me.
All my family wanted me to go see him, because maybe he's just too busy. So, I went to see him today, and discuss my case. He of course had been effected by the words of Paul McDougal and Glenn McIntosh. He claimed that he didn't know Paul, but I know that couldn't possibly be true. An attorney working in a city and don't know the detectives who work there? I'm thinking that's not true. Then he went on to say how all of my life stories were irrelevant and no judge would sort out that mess. I wanted to say, "No, but a jury would." Suddenly, he was talking money and I wasn't so welcome to call him anytime, anymore. But I have become aware over the years that he made his first million from a shady deal. He got a judge to dismiss a case involving a "hit man" who had gotten caught in Pontiac with some drugs. He knew the judge personally, I don't need to tell you who he was. He gave him a bag of money, and I can just assume he gave a portion to the judge who fixed the case and got his first mill. Then he bought his house and his way onto some high-profile drug and civil cases and you have what equals an Urban Legend. How I got this information is from one of his dope, snorting, womanizing buddies who is now doing time for doing someone who he was four times older than at the time. Who is now doing time for Child Molestation.
Now he is trying to keep up with his lifestyle, but Ebony hasn't called on him in recent years. They use to take golfing trips and rent tour buses to cities that didn't really matter, because they weren't going for the scenery. they wanted to get away with one another, "Brokeback Moutain" has me weary of any "male bonding" experiences that don't include women. We would like to believe that these mean were looking for women to womanize, but with Hatchett pulling his support from me today; I'm not so sure. That little "sweet" School Board Superintendent, Dr. Burt, was in attendance at some of those trips. I always thought he was a fag. With these latest development with Hatchett, maybe he Paul and McIntosh have had a romp or two, did a couple of lines and got a few drug dealers set free. I'm not sure how long this is going to take, but a few "prominent" Black men in our community are about to go down by my hands.
You want a break? It seems that you are making your own breaks, stealing money, sharing drug paraphernalia, and going around smelling like other Brothas booty holes. In Paul's, wanting to smell like an Italian meatball sandwich or something. I'm just saying...When do they begin to value the life of their fellow Black sisters? and don't even try the thing about Steve being White, because McDougal is married to a White woman, or was, hopefully she has gotten tired of getting her ass kicked and left him! These men maybe jealous, because they can't have me. I don't know why, becuase if you won't give me any value as a Black woman, lie to me as Hatchett did, use me as a sex object as Parker did, have animosity against me for no reason as McIntosh did, and just be a disgruntled bitch like McDougal is then be little girls all day if you like. I place a high value on myself, even if a bunch of "Down-Low" Brothers refuse to see me as the Queen that I am. Don't get mad when I step outside of my race, be treated badly, but still get treated better than you do! I VALUE ME! When you are going around whining about "the White man" and how he won't give you a break. Do me a favor; and give me a break!
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