Summary Of Our Experiences With Gang Stalking

Looking back in hindsight, I’ve realized that the gang stalking of my children and me began well before my husband suddenly left in 1999. I now know he’d been having an affair with a co-worker since 1987 and that the whole town was helping him conceal this from us. It’s part of the “insider versus outsider” philosophy I discussed way back at the beginning of this blog to have dark local secrets that are shared as a way of bonding the locals together. No doubt the local “insiders” considered my husband’s betrayal extremely amusing among themselves.

Many times I remember wondering why locals would take turns tailgating me with their headlights on. One neighbor regularly stole our newspaper until I caught him and threatened to file a police complaint. (My husband read a different paper at his office.) Another neighbor I knew had a criminal record trespassed on our property regularly despite my asking my father-in-law (an attorney) to intercede.

A few nights after my husband left, I was awakened at around 2 AM by someone quietly turning the handle on the outside French door of my bedroom. This being a small town (and smaller at the time), few locals used to lock their doors, but thankfully I’d locked mine. As I was quietly inching toward the phone in the dark to call 911, I heard whoever was outside realize the door was locked and start quietly down the back steps to leave.

The next day, we got the license number of a car full of gang members that was hanging around in front of our house, and the day after that, we took down vehicle information on a van parked in front of our house for 4 hours. When I went to the police station to report the latter two incidents, my husband’s good friend the police chief insisted on taking my complaint himself—and he was shaking and sweating the whole time! That night, it was my brother-in-law (also an attorney) who called to tell me the police chief had told him the first car had a license plate belonging to a different vehicle from Austin and the second vehicle belonged to a Kerrville man who’d just been released from the local jail after serving time for forgery.

It was immediately after this when the kids and I started having serious problems with large numbers of vehicles (often 50 or more) driving repeatedly back and forth in front of our house as soon as we went outside for any reason. These people all left as soon as we went back inside, but it became impossible for us to practice throwing baseballs, hit tennis balls in the driveway, ride bikes, or do yard work without all these people (many of whom we didn’t even know) driving by slowly while screaming at us, throwing things at us, making silly faces or hand gestures at us, and more. We didn’t know what to make of all this, but we did recognize some of the worst offenders as close friends and relatives of my husband’s. At the same time, people I believed were my friends (but who later participated in the gang stalking of us) began trying to persuade me to leave town immediately.

We also soon began having severe problems with large numbers of people trespassing on our property. We began to find drug paraphernalia, beer cans, and hard liquor bottles strewn everywhere. We found golf balls laid out in neat little trails across our pasture and pieces of what looked like surgical equipment left at the base of trees. Our barn was broken into, vandalized, and looted repeatedly. Several times our two horses and their tack were “borrowed” for 2-3 days and returned tired and dirty. We found one of our goats dead with a garrote around its neck and our cat dead in the back yard.

Gradually, we began to notice people following us everywhere we went. Sometimes these people would ram me deliberately with shopping carts; another time I was hit over the head from behind with a shoebox at Wal-Mart. I caught a group of teens getting ready to roll a shopping cart into my vehicle. My children began to be bullied at school, forcing me to go in and complain repeatedly. Eventually I had to move one of my kids to a different school and help another graduate a year early using home tutoring and credit by examination.

Then we began having problems with people parking in front of our house to use drugs they were buying at another house nearby. When I called the police to complain, the officers told me everything was fine—and let clearly impaired people go driving off.

Around this time, I found clear evidence of drug trafficking being conducted on our property. When I also began receiving phone calls from strangers asking for my husband that sounded like they might involve trafficking and had an expert interventionist tell me he and a colleague had been threatened when they’d attempted to look into our situation, I became alarmed and contacted the FBI in San Antonio. I did this without discussing it first with a local woman I was employing as a housekeeper at the time. Later when I did confide in her, the harassment and stalking began to escalate, and we began to notice severe static on our phone lines. Eventually I had to fire this woman when I discovered she was helping to stage harassing and “street theater” incidents (by pointing them out to us) in front of our home.

Gradually, the kids and I noticed people around town knew things that went on inside our house and realized we had to be under illegal surveillance. As explained previously, in 2003 I hired p.i. Ed Hodges to help me deal with problems with city and county officials, obtain evidence of the harassment and trespassing that could be used in court, and locate and remove all illegal surveillance equipment. He had an employee supposedly sweep our house for bugs, but later that day, we saw a woman in a white Suburban driving back and forth out front while waving the same equipment the employee had used. A few weeks later, someone in a van pulled suddenly from a side street while I was taking a child to school and tried to run us off the road.

Hodges also told me my now ex-husband was trying to have me involuntarily committed in order to get control of the property I’d received in our divorce. I believed this because I’d been told by others that for some time my ex- and his family had been telling people I was crazy.

When I finally confronted Hodges about not having done the work he’d been paid for and fired him, I began looking for other professional help. A female agent with the FBI office in San Antonio told me to hire p.i.s who were ex-federal agents, so I hired two from Boerne who were former FBI and DEA agents. The lawyer they took me to see informed me Hodges had forged my name on a trust giving him (Hodges) total control of my property. On the p.i.s’ advice, I hired this lawyer to deal with the matter. The p.i.s insisted I meet with them for long periods at unusual locations in order to work on a statement for law enforcement, and while we were doing this, I would notice all sorts of strange people filing past us and acting strangely. At the same time, my ex-husband and his father began trying to force my children to sign trust documents giving my ex- total control of their assets (which they have few of unless I die) and my lawyer suddenly drew up a will and other documents I later learned were fraudulent (see earlier posts).

When I eventually confronted the p.i.s and the lawyer about stalling and running up my bill without doing anything, I saw my former father-in-law’s vehicle driving away as I left and realized he’d been listening in, so I fired all of them.

The constant gang stalking and obvious police involvement caused me to contact and hire Diop Kamau of the Police Complaint Center in order to try and get it stopped. Instead, the gang stalking worsened and I discovered Kamau and another lawyer had also defrauded me. Our house was broken into repeatedly. All the pulls on the dresser in my bedroom were removed, and one was broken. Strange items were left in our house in unusual places. Dirty food trash was left in our basement crawl space. Our attic was tampered with. Kamau repeatedly refused to account for “equipment” he said he’d installed in our home yet insisted on my allowing an employee of his inside to retrieve it. When I refused to allow this without first knowing what was being removed and from where, Kamau sent me the series of emails posted elsewhere here threatening an illegal invasion of our home and trying to extort more money from me. I immediately contacted the Texas Rangers, who refused to do anything, so I called the FBI and was told to “just not let them in”. An FBI agent in D.C. emailed me they “were aware of our situation” but also did nothing. In the end, no one forced their way in, but neighbors opened the gate and let our livestock out in an attempt to empty our house so local police (who were waiting nearby) could break in. When this didn’t work, a law enforcement officer emailed me a copy of a private fax I’d just sent to a lawyer (by regular fax) I was trying to hire just to let me know he’d illegally obtained it—and then emailed me a death threat. (Both of these were posted here earlier.)

When I went to the D.A.’s office to file a major criminal complaint, they refused to accept it and sent me to a local sheriff’s deputy who kept me waiting for hours while other officers circled me constantly and strangers hung around my vehicle in the parking lot. When he finally escorted me into his office, I had to step over a large quantity of what appeared to be electronic equipment of some kind. This officer then proved he knew how I’d gotten a large bruise on my arm even though I’d only just gotten it inside my home and hadn’t discussed anywhere else. He refused to accept my complaint, and an email from the Texas Rangers said I needed to take it back to the D.A.’s office, so I did. A secretary signed for the documents and some audio tapes and said an investigator would contact me, but they didn’t.

Meanwhile, as documented throughout this blog, the gang stalking of us continues unabated. I’ve complained repeatedly to the U.S. Department of Justice with little or no response. The former Secret Service agent Ed Hodges got to commit perjury about my signature on the fraudulent trust document participated in a harassing incident directed at me and falsely claimed to be an active FBI agent in order to try and obtain information about where I’d filed complaints, and the DOJ refused to confirm or deny whether the call had really been from the FBI. Every lawyer I’ve tried to hire has either tried to con me into “signing off on the trust: (which never really existed) and giving them a large portion of my land or refused to represent us. City and county officials claim to only recognize the fraudulent trust (which was filed without being properly notarized) and refuse to turn over my deeds, so I can’t get clear title to my own property to leave. My ex- brags openly about preventing me from working by gang-stalking anyone who hires me, and my alimony ends in 2/11. All of the major legal assistance and law enforcement agencies have refused to help us in any way, so the gang stalking and illegal surveillance of us continues on a daily basis and is escalating. In fact, earlier this year we were buzzed by what looked like federal law enforcement helicopters as previously documented here. Also, a local television station reported over $20 million worth of federal equipment (some of it sophisticated surveillance equipment) is missing; coincidentally, local companies that manufacture this equipment also make products used by my ex-husband in his business.