Friday, March 25, 2011

The Book of Truths those starting with the letter R (Chapter 7)

Hello America,

I am going to tell you a true story and then I am through for the day.  I am not necessarily hurt, but not on the up and up either.  I tell you this BECAUSE I AM BUILDING POLITICAL CAPITAL WITH YOU ALL, I AM TELLING THE TRUTH BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW EXACTLY WHO AND WHAT I AM.

Background for the story,

 I have a history of being arrested by officers who don't have jurisdiction.  I was arrested by Wilmer Police in Dallas, Texas due to my family and my in-laws deciding that my whisteblowing on a network of Dallas County Employees using their jobs to funnel and sell children for the fiscally profitable child sex and servant trade in Dallas County warranted arrest, illegally but nonetheless.

I was arrested at the Dallas County Bulk Mail Center by Irving Police, who have no jurisdiction on federal property at the behest of postal Tiffani(these are real people, they know who they are) who was being the lovable minion she is and was simply following orders from her boss mother dearest.

My point is that I have a history of being picked up by officers who have no jurisdiction and being picked up when no crime is committed.

Here's the story.

For the past week since I have contacted Pepperdine and got my clearance to graduate pending me coming up with 4k to pay the rest of my tuition.  Hey you want to donate, not only check out @tmims50 and follow me on twitter.  You can hit up my public email of

o I work for Today's Staffing, yes names are coming out today, and I have worked for them since 1998 before and after I have had my felony. 

On a couple of occasions, they have sent me to employers not telling them that I have a felony.  For example, I worked for Cingular in 2004 spending four months learning how to program phones, all that type of stuff, just to find out I should have never been there.  Today's staffing tried to blame me, but in the end, b/c I am meticulous in my documentation, it was verified that I did disclose.   That I was not at fault.........

So we move on to today.  I was called yesterday about a job at Parkland Hospital.  Now I know more than likely I can't work there.  But I go anyway because I have to......

For some reason, Delmar came and picked me up very suddenly yesterday so I didn't get all of the details of the assignment so I showed up where I was supposed to work next week first.

2777 Stemmons Freeway Dallas for a division of Parkland Hospital.

I find out as I show up early like 45 minutes early I am at the wrong place.  Now, I got off the bus at the wrong stop to get to the first stop and I had to walk about 1/2 mile to get there.  So, @ 9:45 am, I have to walk from 2777 Stemmons to Parkland Hospital.

I do, and it only took me about 26 minutes and that includes the time when I walked to the recruitment office of Parkland.    My appt. was @10 am, I made it there and was checked in @10:11 am.  The Hispanic personnel at Parkland was VERY NICE AND HOSPITABLE.

I am sitting there next to some dude with Michigan ID.  I am wondering why he is here, because with all of the folk out of work in Dallas County, why would they need to have this dude, who was obviously a drug user.......Anyway........

I am asked to fill out to a form in which a question is asked about whether I have a felony.  I call my recruiter and ask her do I need to disclose, she says no so I don't. 

We go to the ID badge department which is ran by Parkland Hospital Police which is a branch of Dallas County Sheriff Department, the same department which process the jail, Lew Sterret in which I served time for both convictions at.......

Of course, we all know what happened next.  I am asked to step to the side, and lo and behold a Sergeant from the department comes and asks me to step inside a room.  All week, a lot of people I consider close don't talk to me, a lot of people that I consider distant all in my face.

She asks about my felony.  I tell her yes, I have it.  She asks me why did I lie I told her that the temp agency told me's not going well.  Now another officer is behind me blocking the exit and although cuffs ain't came out, I know I am not free to leave.

We establish I have a felony, I ask can I go..........She says no.

She wants full disclosure of my record, so I am going to tell you all what I told her.

2000- state jail, poss of marijuana, 1 plant 3lbs 6 ounces.  I got a 1244(a) which reduces the SENTENCE NOT THE CONVICTION TO MISDEMEANOR TIME.  Served it all at Lew Sterret had some back time from being locked up and bailing out and then I think I served like 5 months in the Summer of 2001.  case discharged no probation.  I violated the probation because the PO told me unless I got a job within 30 days, I was going to be violated anyway so I didn't show up.  And sure to her word, I got violated in 28 days.........pretty fast for a low case marijuana charge.

2003- poss of marijuana, misdemeanor.  This was a changing point in my life.  Over someone else, I got a case......because it was my car.  Although the offense was only for 4 days, I was sentenced to life 30 days in which my grandmother was gravely ill saw all of her 33 grandchildren and passed away and I had no clue until I got out.  Nobody even bothered to visit me or say anything.  This changed my life because then and only then did I get the real punishment of jail.  Time and life moves on without you.  My pictures, all my pictures had been destroyed by in-laws and my family my other scrapbooks, yearbooks and school books had come up missing from my mom's house over the years.........So this conviction hurt in a lot of ways.  b/c i never got to tell her bye....never got to tell her what she meant to me.

2004-aggravated assault with a deadly weapon- I WAS NOT CONVICTED OF THIS OFFENSE, BUT THE SERGEANT DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW about my being able to work at Parkland, that was established first.  She held me in custody as she was VERIFYING MY RECORD, LIKE I DON'T THINK YOU ARE WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE......So I am telling you the same thing I  told her.

After my grandmother passed, I changed my life.  I started working at today's for cingular, and was back on my feet.  Delmar got out and let's just say things regressed to the point, we were seperated at the time.

I had a job that coming Wednesday and was going to move out of the Delux Inn, yes, Dallas the same one that sits on the corner of 67 and camp wisdom.  I had Delmar's car but wasn't driving it, and I called with my mom on the phone and pleaded with her to just keep Delmar away.  None of his stuff was disturbed and the motel owners were going to look out for the car for me as I was paid until Friday.  I sold dope in these motels, by this point I had earned a reputation for not stealing, and being a stand-up woman, if there is such a thing.

Well, of course, Delmar pops up.  And I just flipped out.  I was full of cocaine, not from smoking or snoring it........I was chain smoking marijuana at that time in my life.  Maybe about 10 titan cigars a day, about 5 more packs of regular swishers......  But I was selling drugs by myself at that point in time to just get me a somewhere else to stay on the north side of town.  Away from all this.

I had already gotten a room, had a job with lakeshore staffing just had to wait a couple of more days.  So I was full of cocaine because I was selling that much and it was some "drop" lingo for very good potent crack cocaine.  I don't use gloves.....

When I saw Delmar in that parking lot, I just went blank, all I could see is him hitting me to the point where I was hurt and something in me said not this time..........

so I hit Delmar with a little yugo type car at about 10 miles an hour, if that.

I left, went down the street to cockrell hill and camp wisdom and called the police on myself, because I knew PTSD or not, which I honestly believe along with my therapist that I was suffering for, I was wrong..........

I didn't call Delmar to bail me out.  I called my mom and told her one of the hardest things I have ever had to say: that I was locked up and she might not be here by the time I get out.

Delmar dropped the charges..........on his own free will because I knew at that point I had to change my life

and that's the extent of my criminal past..........

I digress back to Parkland, so the officer is looking like yeah, so she let's me go to the other room, BUT ONCE AGAIN, SHE WON'T LET ME LEAVE...........

SO I TAKE THE NEXT STEP AND CALL TODAY'S IN HER PRESENCE.......YOU CAN HEAR THE CONVERSATION ENOUGH TO TELL I WAS TELLING THE TRUTH.  And then and finally then, they let me go.  Now they escort me out, no doubt, but even the HR lady shook my hand, I apologized to them and walked and left.

It was clear that I was sent up there to go to jail because having a felony and not getting a parking pass was the least of the officer's concern........

I thought as I walked back, today, was the day delmar's food stamps were supposed to kick in like $600 from back pay.  But the social worker gave him a minimal amount because he doesn't have a payroll stub even though he disclosed he is a barber.  I don't want to hear Delmar's mouth because he told me not to go because he was there those times I got locked up.

I wanna cry, as my ankle is killing me, you have to remember I had to walk to the first place, walk to parkland, and then walk to train station as there is a lot of construction.......

I am hurt, and embarrassed.  It is not cool having to disclose all of your business to law enforcement when you committed no crime and have to do it again explaining yourself to another recruiter in the hallway.......It brought about memories of a different day and time.

Now all through out the day, people had been asking me for directions, one lady couldn't even speak English.  I missed buses, I missed trains.........

But you know why I went to Parkland, postal Tiffani, my dearest sister Christie, my moms, and mother dearest.

B/c I had to resolve to start patching my life together a long time ago.....

B/c I knew redemption lies not in the judgment of others, but in the judgment of myself about myself.

B/c I knew my record, my criminal record was not the entire picture of me..........


When I was on the train, I could feel officers look at me.  They didn't even bother to check my ticket, I had one........




b/c I am moved on with my life............I can't change what any of you think of me, nor do I want to.  Baby, that's wasted energy.  I can only change the way I look at myself.

And despite that illegal aliens are helped by politicians including our President to get financial aid, and food stamps and housing assistance things I am banned from life from receiving, I can still enjoy a beautiful day in Dallas, Texas.

So instead of tears, I used my eyes to turn into a camera............And took a million pictures of the little bitty town that had the audacity to grow into the metropolis that is running the world at this moment.

So instead of being angry at the insistence of these identity theft thieves and their attempts to stop me from graduating which means I am able to teach again, maybe not here in Cali, which means I am able to say I did it and no postal Tiffani or minion's wives can ever claim my academic glory....

I want to say in Dallas..........Delmar is building a clientele and making some major moves and I am not going to take that away from him.........I am going to stay in Dallas, although I have to leave for a minute for school.  Thank you today's professionals, dallas county, my moms, my sister, postal Tiffani, and mother dearest,

To the hood kings that saw me arrested 04/2000 and wrote me off, to my family and friends and who did, to Dallas, LA and Tyler who thought I would never make it...........

My homie Sara Bareilles, says it's best

No words, My tears won't make any room for more,

And it don't hurt, like anything I've ever felt before, this is

No broken heart,

No familiar scars,

This territory goes uncharted...

Just me, in a room sunk down in a house in a town, and I

Don't breathe, no I never meant to let it get away from me

Now, too much to hold, everybody has to get their hands on gold,

And I want uncharted.

Stuck under the ceiling I made, I can't help but feeling...

I'm going down,

Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,

Like you'll show me where to go,

I'm already out, foolproof idea, so don't ask me how

To get started, it's all uncharted...

La la la-a-a-a.


Each day, countin' up the minutes, till I get alone, 'cause I can't stay

In the middle of it all, it's nobody's fault, but I'm

So lonely, Never knew how much I didn't know,

Oh, everything is uncharted.

I know I'm getting nowhere, when I only sit and stare like...

I'm going down,

Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,

Like you'll show me where to go,

I'm already out, of foolproof idea, so don't ask me how

To get started, it's all uncharted.

Jump start my kaleidoscope heart,

Love to watch the colors fade,

They may not make sense,

But they sure as hell made me.

I won't go as a passenger, no

Waiting for the road to be laid

Though I may be going down,

I'm taking flame over burning out

Compare, where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere

I'm going down,

Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,

Like you'll show me where to go,

I'm already out, foolproof idea, so don't ask me how


I'm going down,

Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,

Like you'll show me where to go,

I'm already out, foolproof idea, so don't ask me how

To get started, it's all uncharted...

It's all uncharted...........all uncharted...........I'm free..........

No words......
Be back and God gotta rejoice today.
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