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Carol Etzler wrote a hymn entitled,"I Wish My Eyes Had Not Been Opened" to see all of the cruel
things that we do to God's children." I wish MY eyes had not been opened, then I would need to do
something!  A beautiful , gracious and picturesque historic town meld the forces of good and evil like the
broken images of a kaleidescope . When my vision cleared, the world I knew was forever changed. As an
advocate for justice for sexually abused children, I drew the ire of some law enforcement personnel who
had been accused of child molestation; and my children and  I have been harassed for the last decade by
local, state, and federal officers with frequent stops, many, many traffic tickets and citations, and a car  
impounded on Christmas Eve.

A young black girl from a modest broken home was an unlikely candidate for the second most powerful
position in a southern and traditional city that was the scene of a race riot only one hundred years earlier
that destroyed the lives of many successful blacks. But doting grandparents, a solid Roman Catholic
upbringing, and a strong and loving mother provided the incubator for creating a strong, independent,
compassionate, and outspoken woman who refused to turn a blind eye to evil and injustice. After earning a
college education and escaping two broken marriages, I returned to my roots with plans to help the folks in
my hometown of Wilmington, North Carolina  experience the American dreams of peace, prosperity, and
happiness.

My life soon paralleled a Hollywood movie: Enemy of the State was a film released in 1998 starring the
actor, Will Smith. Billed as a thriller, it was the story of a young successful lawyer whose life was thrust into
turmoil when he stumbled upon information that could implicate some high-level government officials. The
story could have been ripped from the pages of my life as I stumbled into the political corruption in North
Carolina politics. I wandered blindly into a system beset with  the theft of federal block grant money, police
brutality, and child abuse. Hollywood hails the lives of corporate whistle blowers such as Erin Brockovich,
Norma Rae, and Jeffrey Wigand. They are cast as heroes, but there are no Hollywood heroes among the
thousands of political whistle blowers who suffer retaliation, threats, intimidation, harassment, and financial
hardship on a daily basis. And the Supreme Court's decision last year that disallows whistle blowing as a
protection under the First Amendment, Freedom of Speech, will succeed in dis incentives for Americans to
speak-up, when the purest act of patriotism is protecting our nation from crimes against humanity,
corruption, and government waste. Democracies die behind closed doors, and yet, most whistle blowers pay
dearly for their candor at the hands of governmental agencies that were established to protect them. At
sixty-two years old, I was falsely arrested with my hands cuffed behind my back, and tossed into the back
of  a patrol car with the orders to"slide your fanny over."

The acts of retaliation and harassment against whistle blowers have become so wide spread that some of
the individuals have organized. The organization is known as TI for targeted individuals. Our numbers are in
the hundreds of thousands. We are activist, whistle blowers, and honest American citizens who love this
country and are determined to bring attention to this cancer on our democracy. Our web page will soon
bear the names and stories of the thousands of "Targeted Individuals." Most , but no all, are educated blacks
and whites who fight for justice for the poor, the elderly, and the youth.

Following my false arrest, I sought help from the Justice Department, the NAACP, my Senators, the ACLU
and the FBI. I sent certified letters to Mr. Mueller at the FBI and to Mr. Gonzales at the Justice Department at
least three times each and never received a response. I am sure that those letters were never delivered.I
traveled to the Justice Department to see the case manager who had found "cause" to pursue my false
arrest case. In Washington, DC, I  was denied access to the building by armed guards. A Florida senator
finally responded to my letter and required the FBI to talk to me. Agent John Rowan called me quite
concerned about my situation, and we made an appointment to meet. When I arrived for my appointment,
Agent Rowan was not available, instead, I met with Agent Griffin who promised to help. I never heard
another word. Agent Taylor in the Wilmington office of the FBI sat across from me with a smirk on his face
and announced that the "FBI is not going to investigate this case,"  even though an FBI spokesman
remarked, "the FBI thoroughly investigates all allegations of wrongdoing."

My book, "Sadly, My Eyes Were Opened" is being written to encourage the thousands of whistle blowers,
who have been abandoned by government and public apathy, that they are not  alone. When the word
"whistle blower" is "Googled,"  the site reveals over one million, six hundred thousand hits.

Wilmington, North Carolina is the personification of gracious living, southern hospitality, gentility, and
charm. It stands like a grandiose sovereignty on the banks of the Cape Fear River. It is recognized as the
"City of a Million Azaleas” and the Hollywood of the East. It is the east coast home of Screen Gems Studio
and the fastest growing university in the South. It is the vacation destination of millions who come to bask
in the sun on the dazzling shores of the Atlantic Ocean and to take a trip back in time as they stroll the brick
streets of the old historic district beautifully restored to resemble America’s Colonial Era. Wilmington reigns
as the economic and cultural heart of southeastern North Carolina.  

I am proud to say that my roots in this splendid city were planted two hundred and fifty years ago. My
mixed ancestry encompasses all the cultural and racial complexities of the "Old South." My auburn hair,
brown eyes, and fair skin pay homage to my English great-great grandfathers and a Native American great-
grandmother. Our cultural heritage is recorded in a book about the race riots of 1898.  The following is a
quote from the book, We Have Taken A City, by H. Leon Prather. "The whole Scott family was half Jewish." "
The original Scott was a Jew."We are proud of all of our ancestral heritage.  However, Armond Scott, my
great uncle, was a target of the 1898 race riot as he operated a very successful law office on Front Street. He
was quickly placed aboard a train and traveled to Washington, DC to escape the rioters. He remained in
Washington and President Franklin D. Roosevelt appointed him as a Municipal Court Judge. Uncle Armond
served through the Truman and Eisenhower administrations and his legacy is archived in the Truman Papers
in the Truman Library.

Like my ancestors before me, I came into my own in Wilmington. As a young businesswoman,I was
intricately involved in my community, serving on many boards and commissions that included state
appointments, Chairman of the New Hanover County Human Relations Commission, Second Vice President
of the Greater Wilmington Chamber of Commerce, Board of Trustees of the University of North Carolina
Public Television, Board of Trustees of the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, the Duke University
LEAD program, The Parents' Council of Wake Forest University and the Board of Trustees of BB&T Bank. I
entertained dignitaries and celebrities in my home including the Governor, the Lieutenant Governor, State
Senators,and Congressmen. I built a successful business that was nationally recognized in USA Today and
Good Housekeeping. I was also a guest on Good Morning America, The Sally Jesse Raphael Show, and the
Faith Daniels Show. And like a "Pop Princess" with a disastrous marriage, I graced the pages of Star
Magazine. With my background as a speech and theater teacher, I traveled the country speaking as an
advocate for women's issues and small businesses. I was the keynote speaker for the US Small Business
Administration National Convention in Washington, DC. I also represented the SBA in its national public
service announcements. After years of volunteering in the community, I was asked to fill an unexpired term
on the Wilmington City Council. I was re-elected three times in at-large elections by the citizens of the City
and elected Mayor Pro Tem five times by my fellow council members spanning a decade. I was home!

But even in the "Garden of Eden," knowledge becomes a burden. Wilmington is also home to the 2nd
highest crime rate in the state of North Carolina and remains on the FBI's list of high crime areas. The
chances of being the victim of a robbery are 1 in 230 in Wilmington,higher than Los Angeles where the
robbery rate is 1 in 270. It is the home to a police department drowning in allegations of police brutality,
sexual misconduct, and cover-ups. It is the home to a department that has had six chiefs in eight years;
some of whom were ineffective because they were mired in the three B’s: babes, booze, and boys. After the
selection of a police chief from Nebraska who was entangled in allegations of misconduct and child sexual
abuse, chaos reigned supreme in the department for years amidst rumors of threats, intimidation, and
sexual exploitation that sparked the birth of a very perverted police underground newspaper. The latest
departing chief left a memo with the following quotes: “I would describe the PD current status as coming
apart at the seams," and referring to a fellow officer, “ I would recommend he be moved to professional
standards for his own protection."

Across town is the Sheriff's department. It is common knowledge that a night in the county jail could prove
to be deadly. But not to worry, investigations regularly exonerate law enforcement of all wrongdoing.  The
New Hanover County Sheriff's Department  has the distinction of four deaths in four years, including an
eighteen year-old college student who was shot through a closed door when a seven-member SWAT team
went to his house to question him about the theft of a play station. The Sheriff's Department is also the
home of deputies who engage in sex with the inmates and provide them with their drug of choice. This is
hardly the environment to nurture rehabilitation among the inmates, but should one of the "guests" acquire
a conscience and decide to talk about the activities, deputies have warned them that “speaking out” could be
dangerous to their health. And now the department can boast of having among its ranks, Sgt. Pantone who
was accused of killing twelve unarmed Iraqis and leaving derogatory sign age on their bodies .My son
graduated from college with a degree in criminal justice and joined the New Hanover County Sheriff's
Department during the tenure of the previous sheriff. He served proudly for five years and left the
department with an impeccable record to attend law school. The department has deteriorated substantially
in the last four years.

Drugs are available on every corner like candy. Deputies have remarked, "all of the deputies on the street
know who brings the drugs into Wilmington."  Drug arrests are orchestrated with great media attention
when the street pushers are apprehended, but there has never been an arrest of a suspected supplier.

My beautiful and historic city has also become a haven for pedophiles. A friend revealed how several high
profile attorneys in our community travel with young boys wherever they go.  A single middle-aged attorney
was relentless in my financial destruction after I became an advocate for the children. A businesswoman
was found guilty of fifty-five counts of sexual harassment and some of the victims included children. Our
former police chief , Bob Wadman, was the subject of a book entitled, "The Franklin Cover-Up," written by
former Nebraska State Senator, John W DeCamp, which accused him of numerous crimes against children. I
became embroiled in this sick world of pedophiles when a parent asked me to help her get a copy of a police
report that she had filed following the molestation of her twelve-year- old son by the Executive Director of
an after school program funded by the city. After two frustrating years I managed to get the police
department to file a written  report of the complaint. The City ceased funding the program. The school
system withdrew its support and its students from the program; however, no one was ever prosecuted, and
the perpetrator still works with children in Wilmington.I continued to seek justice for the young man and
turned to our former Sheriff, who cooperated fully and assigned his  "best man” to investigate the incident.
I realized the power of the pedophiles in our community when the deputy ,(his best man), assigned to the
case, became ill and lost his job shortly after he began his investigation. Midway through the Sheriff's next
term, he quietly resigned.

I mourn for my Church that has suffered scandals in the past, but none as reprehensible as the "pedophile
priests". Their actions destroyed many young lives, brought disgrace on my Holy and benevolent Church,
and perpetuated further intolerance of the gay community. I have many gay friends who would never harm
a child. Careful studies of pedophiles find that many are 'pillars of the community', professionals, and
married with children.

And while other states grapple with ways to protect our children against pedophiles, including the
implementation of public identification; our own legislator, Thomas Wright, introduced a bill in the State
Legislature that would expunge the records of convicted sexual predators. Of course Mr Wright , former
Chairman of the Black Legislative Caucus, is now serving time in the state prison for numerous felonies
along with the former Speaker of the House, Jim Black.  Former Governor, Mike Easley, is being investigated .
Yes, North Carolina is a hotbed for political corruption.

As a council member for fourteen years, I was the only member who voted against a resolution sponsored
by the Council to support the war in Iraq.I fought the system of corruption, racism, lawlessness and
pedophilia. I also questioned our city 's efforts in thwarting illegal drug traffic. In frustration ,I wrote a book
entitled, Under Oath: Memoirs of an Honest Politician, that chronicled my first few years on Council . I
exposed deals that misappropriated millions of dollars in federal block grant money. I revealed how so
many decisions made by the Council were decided long before the public participated. I wrote about the
pedophiles in our community who still work with our children and hold positions of power without any
scrutiny.I addressed the problems of police brutality that has  overwhelmed the City for years.

I was not prepared for the events that followed the publishing of my book. I would soon learn that these
people would resort to any means necessary to remain anonymous, including, harassment, intimidation, and
character assassination. They destroyed anyone who dared to question their corruption. I dared. I paid
dearly. Retaliation was swift, relentless, and cruel. With the help of the New York Times owned local paper,
Chuck Reiz, the editorial writer, assassinated my character on a daily basis.  His reporting was so biased that
people continued to ask "What does he have against you?" But my character has been assassinated with the
help of local newspapers.I have been harassed by law enforcement, impeded by powerful law firms,
abandoned by family, friends, and neighbors, and smeared politically and personally on a regular basis by
Mr. Reiz at the local paper who I have only met one time.I was referred to in one of his many negative
editorials  as"needing to exorcize my demons." My disclosures of corruption, police brutality, and pedophilia
were belittled and mocked. And yet all of my allegations found their way to the pages of the paper, but no
one has ever apologized to me. That paper single handedly  helped to destroy my career, my reputation ,
and my finances.   A journalist with The Miami Herald won a Pulitzer Prize for exposing the many scandals of
Miami's Housing Authority,resulting in a takeover by HUD. Wilmington's housing scandals have received
tepid coverage at best by Mr. Reiz and his paper. The local black newspaper was a strong advocate for me
until I endorsed two Republicans for office. They were the two best people for the job, but the editor of the
black newspaper thought that I should vote Democratic regardless. That is NOT the American way!    

On a November night in 2002, I made Henry's Restaurant famous. Henry's is an Italian eatery where stone
walls are reminiscent of a grotto and Frank and Dino are piped in over the low roar of diners and revelers.
Located one mile from my home, several of my neighbors were at the far end of the dinning room and the
new City Manager and his wife were leaving as I entered with the City Clerk and the City Public Information
Officer. We shared frivolity and people watching over a plate of Buffalo wings and potato skins. As we
watched, the lively pulsation of the room was starkly contrasted by the somber presence of a single male
sitting at the end of the bar, alone, solemn, drinking only coffee. His demeanor was so bizarre that we all
commented. We later learned that this lone figure was Ashley Freeman, a Wrightsville Beach policeman, who
informed the city police when I left the restaurant, and told them that I was intoxicated. Mr Freeman was
later charged with assault and lost his job.

Upon leaving the restaurant, I was accompanied by Doug, the PI officer, who habitually followed me home
after I began receiving death threats...However, within ten minutes of my departure from the restaurant, a
patrol car sped in between my car and Doug's. As I turned into the dark and isolated road leading to my
home, a police cruiser confronted me. I immediately pulled to the side of the road assuming that there was
a mistake, but the officer approached me and ordered me to "get out of the car." "You are being arrested
for drunk driving." Fear clutched my chest as I stood in the shivering cold. "But, "Officer", I said, "That is
impossible, I have had very little to drink and I will be happy to take a pre-arrest Breathalyzer." "No," he
replied, "No pre-arrest Breathalyzer, you're going to jail." I was stunned and afraid for my life as I recalled
two recent harrowing incidents involving my daughter.   

Only two months earlier, my daughter, home from college, was accosted by a Wilmington police officer as
she sat at the curb of a grocery store waiting for me to exit the store. An officer passed several other
vehicles waiting at the curb, pulled in front of her and ordered her to move. "Sir,"I will when you move out
of the way." Officer Fish became enraged and placed his entire torso inside of the car and yelled with such
agitation that he spit all over her. He wrote her a ticket, and when I exited the store, I instructed her "let's
go home." Mr. Fish threatened us with an arrest if we left the scene. We were illegally detained for over an
hour while we waited for a supervisor to arrive and give us permission to go home. The incident was
witnessed by many who stood helplessly by and shook their heads in disgust and disbelief. We were told
that there was a videotape of the incident. We were victimized again when the Star News reported its series
of events without ever talking to me. The paper reported that the Officer detained us while he called for
backup. Please, Officer Fish is 6'4",approximately 220 pounds carrying a night stick and a .9 millimeter pistol
while my daughter and I sat shaking in our car. The newspaper also reported that I had made derogatory
remarks to the officer, but when I requested a copy of the  video tape to refute the article, I was informed
that the tape was not available.I filed a complaint with the department and received a one-line response ,"
thanks for the information." Officer Fish received a pay raise and quietly went to work for a small adjoining
rural town.  

Another incident involving my daughter and the Wilmington Police Department occurred shortly after that
when she was cited for "driving the wrong way down a one way street." This ticket was the result of her
backing up less than two feet in a left turn lane , with no one behind her, just to negotiate her turn. After
years of such incidents, I became enraged. I berated the officer, and this time the tape was ROLLING . Every
word was captured and published in the Star News. I walked right into that one! I then became the target of
campaign for me to resign from my position on Council.

These incidents were fresh in my memory as I surrendered to Officer Nevitt .I arrived at the police station to
face cameras, reporters, and a cadre of laughing, joking law enforcement officers. The Breathalyzer test was
administered twice. I blew .00 TWICE. Surely, this nightmare was over. Not so! Officer Nevitt conversed
with the Magistrate, Judith Nicholson, and she issued an arrest warrant. At 62, I was released in the  custody
of my sister. The City Manager later informed me that the sheriff, Sid Causey, had orchestrated the arrest. If
I had any doubts about the accuracy of that statement,, they were dispelled when my arresting officer was
fired from the police department after  a seventy-four page internal investigation accused him of violating  
countless departmental policies, and he promptly went to work for Sheriff Causey who referred to Mr. Nevitt
as a "very good and experienced officer." The DA who dismissed the charges against me was forced to
resign from his job midway through his term and move to the other side of the state.

A very brief period of  community  outrage soon fizzled and friends, neighbors, and even family members
walked away. Many of the "friends" who stayed around were anything but... There is no pain as excruciating
as that of  betrayal. I must reveal that many of those responsible for the wrongs that I have endured have
felt the wrath of God in their lives. However, my thirty year-old successful business was destroyed. I cleaned
houses for ten dollars a week when I was twelve years old and cleaned toilets and waited tables to put
myself through college. I am a former college professor who taught English, speech, theater, journalism,
mass media, and produced and directed full length plays. But now, for the first time in fifty years, I was
unemployed.  Even Public Television in Miami could not use the services of a speech teacher as an eight
dollar an hour telemarketer. Thank God for my writing ability. I now earn some money as a freelance writer
while I complete my book.

I filed a law suit against the city for my false arrest, and a federal judge ruled that everything that Officer
Nevitt did to me was proper, correct, and within his authority, and that he had immunity. Federal Judge
Louise Flanagan was moved to a Raleigh Court to handle my case out of the jurisdiction  of Wilmington
where it belonged. She dismissed my case by ruling that a police officer has the right to stop, interrogate,
and arrest anyone suspected of having a single drink. Her brief never addressed the seventy-four page City
of Wilmington internal police investigation that found that the officer had violated fourteen department
polices and was fired. The Court of Appeals in Richmond upheld her decision and the US Supreme Court
refused to hear the case. The US Department of Justice immediately accepted the case for investigation.
However, they soon reversed their decision and dropped the case. I traveled to DC to visit my case worker
and was denied entrance to this public building by armed guards.

Justice continued to allude me in the court system in North Carolina. Idealease, a truck leasing company in
Wilmington, filed a lawsuit against me seeking to hold me legally liable for a contract signed on behalf of my
corporation. Three North Carolina judges: Hooks, Cobb, and Braswell denied me a jury trial in a civil matter
and allowed the opposing counsel, Andy McVey, to inform MY major witness that he did not have to appear
in court. In fact, Mr McVey requested that all of my witnesses be excused. Guess what? The judge excused
all of my witnesses as I sat there.  I counter sued Idealease, and Judge James Dever,in his brief denying
summary judgment for the defendants instructed the defendants how to position their  next brief so that
the case could be dismissed. Mr McVey complied, Judge Dever dismissed my suit.  

Financial destruction was eminent. While city workers held a fund raiser in the park for the arresting officer,
I was informed on Christmas eve by Mickey at General Electric that they would no longer need the services
of my company after a successful twelve-year run. GE left with an outstanding invoice of $26,000 dollars
which a Mr. Darland promised to pay after receiving a letter from my attorney. However, that debt has never
been paid. For two years I sought to renegotiate my home mortgage with Suntrust Bank. NO ONE could
"find" my loan. I finally sent certified letters to the CEO and all members of the Board. I still received no
cooperation from Suntrust Bank.


Fortunately,  my legal experiences have received the attention of the national Judicial Accountability
community, and I spoke in May at the Stewart Mott House on Capitol Hill and at the National Press Club in
Washington, DC in November. A national speaking tour is planned. I am also speaking to children's advocacy
groups. Click on the links below to hear Katherine's speech to Stop Child Abuse America on July 18, 2009 on
the Capitol grounds in Washington, DC.

THE US CAPITOL, Washington, DC  STOP CHILD ABUSE AMERICA   July 18, 2009





























The Stewart Mott House on Capitol Hill, May 2008               The National Press Club, November,2008
Sadly, my children have paid dearly for my candor. Members of the legal profession have prevented my two
children, both law school graduates, from advancing in their careers even though my son wrote for the New
England Law Journal and scored 151 on the MBE.  But the North Carolina Bar has the privilege of not
allowing candidates to verify their scores. That is unthinkable!  I served on a board with AP Carlton, the
former President of the American Bar Association. I asked him to inquire about my son's score. Without
hesitation, he responded, "I hate to tell you , Katherine, but they've  dug their heels in on this one. " So
much for fairness and integrity at the North Carolina Bar Association. I also wonder what awful lies are
spread about my children. Both are outgoing, upstanding, devout Catholics, the same as I, who always
enjoyed bountiful and loyal friendships, but  now friends often disappear without any rhyme or reason.  Dr.
Karen Huffer describes in her book, Overcoming the Devastation of Legal Abuse Syndrome; the devastation
suffered by citizens who are victims of the American legal system. I am gravely disappointed in our system
of "justice." The system has failed me from the District Court to the US Supreme Court. When citizens don't
have the resources to purchase justice; they get no justice. Make no mistake, this country is blessed with law
enforcement officers who are willing to pursue justice for victims for twenty-five and thirty years as
demonstrated by their dogged pursuit of "cold case files," and attorneys like Peter Neufeld of the Innocence
Project who work tirelessly to free the innocent wrongly convicted. And there are judges who put truth and
justice above their political careers; but the North Carolina justice system has few of those legal giants.

Continue with me on a journey from the azalea-laced gardens of my hometown,Wilmington, North Carolina,
to the palm tree lined streets and sandy beaches of Miami, Florida. I embarked on the trip seeking respite
from the hostility, harassment,and intimidation of  North Carolina law enforcement and landed on the shores
of Miami only  to find that "the long arm of the law " knows no boundaries. During my journey,I found
paradise in a gated community on the waterway  in Florida with a marina and a million-dollar view called
"Mystic Pointe." "Paradise Lost" soon described my new home as it was not long before the "long blue line"
arranged to continue the harassment, from desk clerks who reported my comings and goings, to the
mailman who made no pretense of delivering my mail unopened (if it was delivered at all), and who
escorted agents from Homeland Security to my apartment. Shortly after arriving in Miami, five agents from
Homeland Security breached three levels of security in the Florida complex where my daughter and I resided
and entered our apartment. When I demanded to know how they had gained access to the building, I was
told that they came onto the property via the marina in a Homeland Security boat. Your tax dollars are being
wisely used to fight the "war on terror."Expensive locks have proven useless against thugs allowed into our
"secure" building. It became obvious that there was no escaping the wrath and vengeance of the police and
their well financed associations. A few dollars purchase willing participants among friends, neighbors,
roommates, and even church members who have no careers, limited income, and limited intelligence for all
manner of "sick" activities. Tax dollars are used to pay their affiliates to spread lies, innuendo, and character
assassination. The pay is good and the bonuses include exotic vacations, cars, and high paying jobs for those
lucky enough to have a skill or trade. The poor fools don't realize that once their services are no longer
needed, they are watched constantly and/or destroyed to prevent them from revealing what they know.
Make no mistake, local police organizations don't have the resources to maintain the level of harassment and
surveillance that I have endured. They have the willing participation of our national law enforcement officers
who took an oath to protect us from terrorist. That protection is sorely inadequate as our intelligence
agencies are devoting their resources to wiretapping, mail tampering and surveillance of law- abiding
citizens.

Domestic surveillance reigns supreme in the USA today as our tax dollars are being used to eavesdrop,
harass, and intimidate American citizens. SA Graham,Sibel Edmonds  and Mike German are former FBI
agents who left the agency because they were no longer willing to conduct electronic surveillance on political
US officials. Their website, The National Security Whistle Blowers Coalition will astound you as it reveals the
level of domestic surveillance.

But I am not alone. The pedophiles and politicians use police to arrest informants everywhere. And anyone
who has ever challenged a police department will confirm that they are harassed for the rest of their lives
from coast to coast. I know them, I have met them. They, too, have web sites describing their lives. Mexican
journalist, Lydia Cacho, was falsely arrested, blindfolded, and driven over a thousand miles with a gun to her
head because she exposed the pedophile crimes of a wealthy businessman now living in the US. Her story
chronicled in her book, Demons of Eden, sold forty thousand copies the day that it was released in Mexico
and is scheduled for release in the US later this year.I continue to ponder if the groups and individuals who
have worked so hard to destroy my life and my credibility are unwitting pawns of the perverts,drug lords,
and corrupt politicians or are they sympathizers or participants?  I am not sure what is more offensive, their
"sickness" or their ignorance. Thankfully, their "arms are too short to box with God."

Where there is evil; there is also Godliness. And I thank God every day for the many "angels " that He has
placed in my life to brighten my darkest days. They kept my faith alive when hope was a distant dream.
Many are from the Wilmington community, and some reside in my new home of Miami, Florida. Some have
come from the most unlikely places. The "angels"have remained loyal and unshakable in their support for
me. I hope not to embarrass them, but their names appear on the "Angel Tree" in my book. And through
out these tumultuous years, my parish priests and the Sisters of Saint Ursula have remained my "rocks" of
faith. Diary of A Politician will inspire you as you learn of my spiritual and emotional survival against those
who have retaliated with a vengeance.

I find solace in one thing. I am NOT alone. I have meet hundreds of people via this website who are living
the same experiences as I. They too, have been rebuffed by the ACLU, NAACP, NOW, even some whistle
blower advocacy groups  and other 501 C3 organizations whose charters profess to protect the rights and
dignity of people like us. These groups are either bought off, frightened off, or sufficiently threatened. Of
course, it doesn't help us that the legal profession, trained in the powers of persuasion, portrays all of us as
"crazy or delusional." That is their most powerful tactic. Most of these victims of the system have been
isolated from friends and family the same as I. Many are reluctant to go public for fear of being labeled
"crazy" or paranoid. They fear that no one will believe what has been done to their lives. I am blessed. I
have two children, both law school graduates, who have lived through every moment with me and are
willing to substantiate what I have endured at the hands of these "sickos' posing as human beings, including
a house break-in that involved the theft of only one item: the ashes of my beloved fifteen year-old
Greyhound. The expensive urn that held the ashes was left intact.

If the vivid portrayal of my life frightens you, be uplifted as I am. My book entitled, " Sadly, My Eyes Were
Opened: Diary of a Politician"chronicles briefly  my life before politics and details my fourteen- year struggle
as a  political whistle blower.

If you wrote the Justice Department and received NO Help, please contact me ASAP.
e-mail: mbsk41@gmx.com, mbsk41@gmail.com, moorekb41@gmail.com or call:
786-991-9062, 305-965-3727.

Website: www.oneagleswingsfearnoevil.com
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             Sadly, My Eyes Were Opened:
          Diary Of A Politician      

"All  that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do       
                              nothing!" Edmund Burke