Showing posts with label Willa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Willa. Show all posts

Monday, October 26, 2009

Domestic Abuse/Domestic Violence



October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Recently, our local newspaper ran a full-page series of articles on the subject on the front of one of its inside sections that extolled the virtues of various local agencies and people dealing with the problem in our community.
Sadly, the reality of this is something quite different. Local "insiders" know this newspaper is published by close associates of my ex-husband and his family (so close that they regularly sneak out in the middle of church services to hold secret meetings together in the senior pastor's private office) and that these articles are actually an inside joke about the rampant, community-wide abuse and violence that are occurring.
Don't believe me? Consider the case of a woman who signed herself "Willa" in a letter she wrote to the Kerrville Daily News on 12/19/06. Her nightmare began when she learned her controlling, womanizing husband was looking for someone to kill her so he could avoid a divorce. She knew, as I now do, that if you know the right people around here, this is frighteningly easy to do, whether it's for reasons of domestic violence, to steal assets, revenge, jealousy, euthanasia, or whatever, and that corrupt law enforcement will not help you (they will, in fact, actively assist in the murder and cover-up if certain people are involved, so it is actually dangerous to go to them for help, even at the highest levels). "Willa" wrote that she immediately realized the danger she was in, threw some personal effects into her car, and fled her "well appointed home in a golfing community" immediately. She was also aware, as I am, that the local women's shelters are not safe (she said her husband actually volunteers with an associated agency, which probably means he's a doctor or lawyer), so she fled the area to seek help elsewhere. As of the time she wrote her letter, she had not yet found it, and although it was several months later, she was still living out of her car in 100+ degree heat and without needed medications. I don't know her true identity or whatever became of her, but I continue to pray for her, Tracy Shue (widow of Col. Phillip Shue), Angela Dilday (mother of another murder victim), and the many other local victims, both known and unknown.
Here's the bottom line: aside from (but definitely related to) the rampant organized crime that's going on openly here with the full knowledge of the U.S. Department of Justice, entire communities are not only conspiring to commit serious domestic abuse and domestic violence but actually find it amusing enough to brag about it and make jokes about it. Even more unbelievable is the fact that all this is taking place an hour or less away from the headquarters of the National Domestic Violence Hotline in Austin--and that they are aware of what's going on here and do NOTHING.
Recently (on 8/26/09, well before the domestic violence articles came out), there was a small glimmer of hope: a senior "insider" couple who are highly regarded within our community and have substantial outside contacts wrote a letter to the local paper in which they bravely spoke out against what's going on here (in veiled terms, of course). Unfortunately, they seemed more concerned with how this area would be perceived by others ("When history looks back at us, how will our positions be judged?") than by the fact that things being done and condoned here are morally, ethically, and criminally wrong, and they expressed no sympathy or empathy for victims. But the fact remains that this letter was the first sign of proper concern I've seen within this community in a very long time. Hopefully, it's a sign of increasing awareness within the region that the current state of affairs is absolutely unacceptable and that swift, positive action by local residents, communities, and state and federal government agencies is imperative.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Other Victims



There are MANY other victims of the rampant organized criminal activity here. One elderly man brave enough to write a letter published in one of the local newspapers told of his frightening experiences with a gang of cocaine traffickers who were operating out of his residential neighborhood. He said these guys were constantly harassing and threatening him, causing him to live in fear in his own house. After watching them steal his social security check out of his mail the moment it was delivered (they apparently knew when it came), the man went to the local police and filed a criminal complaint. Not only did the police not do anything, but the next time he left his house, he was waylaid by the gang and beaten so severely that he had to be hospitalized. When he finally returned home, the same people stole his check again, so he felt he had no choice but to pack up and move out of the area immediately. His letter was written with great sadness over his having been forced to leave and his concerns for what was happening here because of the lack of functioning law enforcement.
Another victim, this time a middle-aged woman, also had the courage to write to the paper about her plight. Her published letter described her life as the wife of a wealthy local professional and their house on a golf course. All that suddenly changed when several close friends called her to say they'd heard that her husband was contacting certain people locally to arrange for her murder because he had a girlfriend. She said she immediately fled her nice home with only the clothes on her back and was having to live out of her car in 100+ degree heat without daily medications she needed because there was nowhere safe for her to go--her husband (like mine) had high-level connections with local law enforcement and even did volunteer work at the local battered women's shelter!
Both of these letters were published several years ago, and I have often wondered what became of their writers. Because of so many other similar tales I've heard, I don't doubt either of their stories for a second.