My abuse in the federal legal system gave me the opportunity to address
Judicial Accountability 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. I became a whistle blower to
HUD concerning the City’s misuse of block grant monies. I also spoke out against police brutality and a police chief accused of sexually abusing
children. My actions resulted in HUD threatening to make the City repay the government funds, and the police chief resigned and moved on to
a university in Idaho. My actions drew the ire of some law enforcement and city personnel; consequently, 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
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 is the east coast home for Screen Gems
Studios and the fastest growing university in the South. 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. My beautiful olive complexioned brothers remind us of our many Turkish ancestors. My 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.
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 determined, 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.
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. The local police department was drowning in allegations of police brutality that
resulted in the department having six chiefs in eight years; and one of those chiefs came with a history of allegations of pedophilia. I was
relentless in seeking the Chief’s departure from the City. I was also unrelenting in pursuing an investigation of the obvious misuse of federal
block grant monies. 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 politics. I wandered blindly into a system beset with the theft of federal block grant money,police brutality, and child sexual abuse
At sixty-two years old, I was falsely arrested, handcuffed with my hands behind my back, and tossed into the back of a police car with the
instructions to “Slide your fanny over.” I blew .00 TWICE on my Breathalyzer and Officer Paul Nevitt still insisted on the arrest.
My beautiful and historic city also become a haven for pedophiles. A friend revealed how several high profile attorneys in our community
traveled with young boys wherever they went.. 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 the world of
pedophiles when a parent asked me to help her get a copy of a police report that she filed following the molestation of her twelve-year- old son
by the Executive Director of an after school program funded by the City. A young deputy who attempted to help me was fired from his job, and
when he ran for public office, he was shunned and ostracized by his local Party. 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 .However, I
remained unyielding in my pursuit of justice for victims of child sexual abuse.I sought help from a young attorney in Wilmington with ties to a
powerful Senator in Washington. When I told my best friend who I had visited, she was horrified. “My God,” she said,”he’s one of them.”
However, the Chief resigned. The director of the after-school program moved on to manage a four star restaurant, the young attorney moved
on to bigger and better things in the state of North Carolina, and I moved on to financial ruin. The general public finds it hard to accept the fact
that many pedophiles, aside from a very small band of unholy priests,come in three-piece suits and have families. They are not always bums.
They are rarely homosexuals. In fact, I have many gay friends who would never, ever harm a child.
I was not prepared for the events that followed my years of outspoken advocacy. Unfortunately, the community of unlawful public servants is
rich, powerful, and affluent. The power reaches from the local court house to the federal halls of justice, and God help anyone who gets in their
way.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 crimes. I dared. I paid dearly. Retaliation was swift, relentless, and
cruel. I received a double dose of retaliation. Minority and women whistle blowers and politicians are targeted disproportionately by
government operatives. With the help of the New York Times owned local paper,Chuck Reiz, the editorial writer,assassinated my character on a
daily basis. People would often ask, “What does Chuck Reiz have against you?” I asked the same question as I had only met the man one time.
Glad he retired early! Pedophiles, crooked cops, and corrupt politicians work in tandem and enlist the help of friends,neighbors, co-workers, and
even family members to spread lies and gossip. I was blessed, however, that the members of my local Catholic community remained supportive
and loyal even when I expressed my disdain for the small band of lawless priests who were destroying young lives and disgracing my holy and
benevolent Church. My faith also saved me from the hatred that I harbored against those who participated in trying to destroy my credibility.
Thank God, they didn’t succeed. In fact, I would not want to trade places with several of my known foes. One perpetrator lost his son to prison,
another is in prison, another lost his high profile executive job, still another was arrested and lost his career, a lawyer who betrayed me in court
lost his family and his law license.
I sadly recall the night of my false arrest. On a November night in 2002, I was arrested leaving a 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 a single beer, 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 police stops that involved my daughter
when she was home from college. The officer cuffed me with my hands behind my back, placed me in the back of the patrol car with the orders,
“Slide your fanny over.” At the jail, I blew .00 TWICE on the Breathalyzer and the officer still arrested me.
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. 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.” Make no mistake, local law enforcement doesn’t have the manpower
or the time to conduct the level of wiretapping and surveillance to which whistle blowers are subjected. The most hostile treatment that my
children and I have endured has been in two neighboring state capitols, which leads me to be believe that state and federal law enforcement
agencies have the time, the manpower, and the uncanny ability to recognize and recruit dim wits, bigots, and the semi-illiterate to assist them in
carrying out their sick surveillance, harassment, intimidation, and character assassination. It is extremely painful when family members
I filed a law suit against the City(the only law suit of my entire life) for my false arrest, and Federal Judge Louise Flanagan transferred my case
to her district against my wishes, denied my request for a jury trial, and dismissed my case even though a police internal investigation found that
Officer Nevitt violated fourteen local police policies and was terminated. The Court of Appeals in Richmond upheld the decision of the lower
court, and the US Supreme Court refused to hear the case. The US Department of Justice immediately found “Probable cause” and accepted the
case for investigation. Before they even began their investigation, they dropped the case.
I moved to Miami, Florida seeking respite from the hostility, harassment,and intimidation of North Carolina law enforcement. I landed on the
shores of Miami only to find that “the long arm of the law ” knows no boundaries. I can count on police harassment wherever I go with
unnecessary stops, character assassination, and lies circulated among my friends and acquaintances. 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. 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 not being wisely spent!
Financial destruction was imminent. I lost my thirty-five year old successful business, and Attorney Andy McVey used altered documents to hold
me personally responsible for a corporate debt. After twelve years of outstanding service, a major company fired our company on Christmas Eve
leaving seventeen loyal employees unemployed. They also left owing us 26,000 that we never collected.
Sadly, my two children, both attorneys, have paid dearly for my candor with their careers. Students of NC State University, Wake Forest
University, Harvard University, New England School of Law, and St Thomas Law; they enjoyed rigorous careers and friendships before I
became a whistle blower. My son suffered the most devastating blow from the perpetrators when he was admitted to Duke University Hospital
for a cornea transplant. As he lay on the gurney, waiting to be wheeled into the operating room, a Dr Schultz, who my son had never seen
before that moment, stuck a needle into his eye and punctured his retina. My son left the hospital almost blind in one eye. Both doctors
involved in the operation moved on to other hospitals, and all attempts to get Duke to correct his vision have been denied even though a Dr.
Herndon agreed that the facility would and should repair the injury. The claims’ administrator, however, refuted the conversation indicating
that Dr. Herndon did not have the authority to make any decisions. Could this be the ongoing retaliation for my politics? I assume that the injury
was intentional since Duke refuses to correct the condition. However,I am sending the reports of the operation to hospitals where the doctors
are now working and all hospital certification boards.
BUT, I AM NOT ALONE. Corrupt politicians, pedophiles, and crooked law enforcement officers use other officers to arrest and harass
informants everywhere who report wrongdoings of any kind. Lydia Cacho, a Mexican Journalist, who wrote about the pedophile crimes of a
wealthy business man now living in the US, entitled Demons of Eden, had so many death threats and attempts that she was forced to flee her
country. We should look carefully at the veterans who are on long waiting lists. Some are definitely on the “targeted individual” list.I have
received death threats and attempts. The most frightening experience occurred on I95 near Miami,Florida when a tractor-trailer crossed a very
wide median and headed directly for my car. It took several maneuvers by my driver to avoid ahead-on collision. I failed to get the license
number , but I would recognize that vehicle any where. The most recent attempt also occurred on I 95 near Richmond, VA when a black
vehicle attempted to run my car off of the highway. Fortunately, I was alert enough to copy a very odd Virginia license plate: DCPC(last digit
withheld) I have retained a list of suspicious tag numbers. Several perpetrators were arrested for threats and received short jail sentences .
Former FBI Los Angeles bureau chief and twenty-six veteran of the FBI, Ted Gunderon, found his life forever changed when he was assigned
to investigate crimes against children. Watch him on YouTube: Simply type in “Ted Gunderson.” John W. DeCamp, former Nebraska State
senator, wrote the “Franklin Cover-Up” which accuses our former police chief, Bob Wadman, of crimes against children and bank employees
of The Franklin Savings and Loan of stealing millions of dollars. He continues to barely survive as an attorney. Since I became involved in the
children’s issues, I established a hot line for young people to report abuse. My book is not yet complete, but I have ongoing op-eds that
appear in such nationally known papers as the Huffington Post. My first book,” Under Oath: Memoirs of an Honest Politician,” is still
available on Amazon. It pains me that pedophiles and dishonest people have more friends than GOD.
Relationships are destroyed as the agencies spread lies, gossip, and character assassination to family, friends, and co-workers. When all else
fails, they even tell people that we are security risks or are being investigated by the FBI. However, nothing can compare with the pain of having
family members turn against you, and join in the character assassination
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