
A couple of months ago, I emailed Jenny Sanford, wife of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford, to ask her for help and/or advice concerning our situatiion. I did so in the belief that, having been the victim of domestic abuse involving high-level cover-ups, she might be both sympathetic to our plight and able to refer us to people or agencies who would finally assist us in getting some much-needed protection and relief.
A very pleasant man who gave his name as James Irby soon called me. Mr. Irby said he was a Victims' Rights Ombudsman in South Carolina. He said someone from Ms. Sanford's office had consulted him with their concerns about us and had asked him to look into where we should go for help.
Mr. Irby said he'd done some checking around and had been told my children and I should contact the U.S. Department of Justice's Victim Witness Coordinator at their Dallas office. He gave me their address as 1700 Pacific Ave., Suite 3000, Dallas, Texas, and their phone number of 214-661-8600. I immediately called this number and spoke with a woman who gave me a fax number of 214-661-8623 that she said I could fax my formal request for help to. Shortly after that, I did fax a request for help to the number she'd given me that explained our situation. However, I never heard anything back.
Recently I returned from an out-of-town trip to find that a number of comments containing threats had been left in various places on this blog. I immediately printed out copies of these threats and faxed them, along with a written request for protection, to both the DOJ in Washington, D.C. and to the number I'd been given in Dallas.
Today I received the letter posted here in the mail. Notice that, although the address, phone number, and fax number are the same as what I was given, there's no mention of a Victim Witness Coordinator--OR my previous request for help.
By the way, this letter, which was delivered by regular U.S. mail, arrived having been illegally opened by someone and then crudely scotch-taped closed again.