Joe and Connie

Joe and Connie were law school classmates of my former brother-in-law’s in Houston. I remember first meeting them at one of my brother-in-law’s many parties back in the late ‘70s. Connie was like so many of my brother-in-law’s friends: loud, very talkative, and a little coarse for my taste. Joe, on the other hand, was small, pale, and very quiet and reserved. The two of them seemed to get on well together, though, and over the next few years I ran into them at several more parties and heard they’d gotten married.
My former brother-in-law celebrates his birthday every summer by hosting a big lake party at a house owned by his aunt and uncle on Lake Travis. I often wondered why my ex-husband and I were rarely invited to this [I now suspect my ex- did actually attend this each year without me and told me he was “working”], but one year we did actually go to it. Unfortunately, I had a great deal of statistical work I needed to get done for a big project that particular weekend, so I reluctantly packed up the necessary documents and charts and a calculator and took the work along. When everyone else went down to the boat for an after-lunch cruise and swim, I decided to stay behind and try to finish the work so I’d at least be able to enjoy the evening later, but I immediately began running into problems. Joe and Connie happened to be at the lake as well, and to my pleasant surprise, Joe expressed an interest in what I was trying to do. After I explained my project to him, he mentioned that he had a background in statistics, and he was able to show me where I’d gone wrong with some of my calculations. I was even more pleasantly surprised when he offered to stay behind and help me fix my mistakes so I could finish by dinnertime. I remember feeling very grateful to him, and I also remember suddenly realizing there was probably a lot more to him than I’d previously thought.
I never saw Joe again after that. Sometime after he and Connie finished law school, I heard they’d moved to Florida. Connie came back to Texas several times to visit my brother-in-law and his wife, but she always seemed to come alone. Several years passed, and I pretty much forgot about Connie and Joe.
One day out of the blue, however, my brother-in-law and his wife casually mentioned to me at a family gathering that Joe had died. I was shocked, and I asked them what had happened. They said Joe and Connie had been having marital problems and that Joe had killed himself with carbon monoxide while sitting in a car in his garage with the engine running. My brother-in-law also casually mentioned that Connie wanted to collect some life insurance money and move back to Texas but that the Florida police and the life insurance company were suspicious of her because Joe apparently had a large quantity of Benadryl (an antihistamine that can cause drowsiness) in his system, and they’d told Connie she couldn’t leave.
A couple of years later, I ran into Connie at my brother-in-law’s again. She said she’d finally moved back to Houston but that she often came up to Central Texas to visit. I later heard she was making regular trips up here, and I think I also remember hearing she’d remarried.
I think the last time I remember seeing Connie was a few months before my husband suddenly left me in 1999, but I can’t remember for sure. She had changed a lot, but I immediately recognized her voice. What I do remember for sure was that after my husband left and I was packing up his things to get them to him, I found large quantities of various drugs and syringes hidden in unusual places in his stuff. In the back of one cupboard in the dressing area of our bedroom, I found a number of small glass vials of Benadryl with rubber stoppers, and at least of couple of these appeared to have been used.
Years later, I had occasion to mention all this to an official with Florida state law enforcement whom I was dealing with in regard to Diop Kamau; the official said he’d check into it. A few days after this conversation, I received a letter in the mail from the official saying he’d opened an investigation into Kamau. The very next day, I received a second letter from this same official saying someone high up had cancelled the investigation completely, despite the fact that Kamau had used an investigative company in Florida that wasn’t licensed there (Police Complaint Center) and an operative with this company (Greg Slate) who wasn’t a licensed p.i.

Local Harassment

Dear Diary,
Awakened by various very loud construction noises of various kinds that seemed to come from around all sides of our house at various times. Many of these were so loud and so bizarre that kids and I don't think they're real--must be broadcast somehow. Had to listen to these off and on all day. Mid-morning, just as I'd gone into the bathroom, the dog started barking like crazy at someone out front, so I went to see who it was. Saw a blue pickup parked in the middle of the street in front of our house, but didn't see anyone inside it or near it. About 5 minutes later, dog still barking, so I looked out again; this time could see a tall, thin, Cauc. man with dark brown hair RUNNING up and down the hill above us while holding a piece of surveying equipment. As soon as he was sure I'd seen him, he quickly jumped into the truck and sped off. Then tonight as I was walking my dog, a young Cauc. couple in a smallish black car swerved at me as they passed, and I had to jump up onto the curb and into wet grass to get out of their way; they sped off laughing and making some sort of gestures I couldn't see well. A few minutes after that, I realized there was a man down the street behind me who was following me. As I turned into my driveway to go back home, this man passed me and started grinning and waving at me repeatedly in a goofy way so I'd be sure to notice him. I couldn't tell for certain (because he was on the hill above me), but I think he was a former county judge who's been in trouble with the law in the past. (His daughter is now head of the local hospital foundation.)
Just another day around here...

Federal Harassment

My children and I have been stalked and harassed by persons with federal ties for many years. Most often, we see this in the form of vehicles with U.S. government license plates following us, suddenly speeding past us, or doing repeated slow drive-bys of our house or vehicle. We are frequently buzzed at all hours of the day and night by what look like military helicopters (and also medical helicopters and other misc. aircraft) that are flying illegally low. Once, when I tried to mail documents related to my first criminal complaint to the FBI in the summer of 2005, we were followed around for the rest of the day by men who were talking into their hands, which was very disconcerting to say the least. On at least 3 different occasions (each several years apart), we had the very frightening experience of having a drone aircraft suddenly fly directly in front of our windshield while we were driving between Fredericksburg and Kerrville on Hwy. 16 S. (We must not be the only local people to have had this happen, because a recent letter in the Kerrville newspaper also mentions this.)
Shown here are two pages from the logbook of the most serious incidents that I keep. These document two separate but related incidents that occurred in 2006 and involved a very large RV with FL plates and federal window stickers that was parked in the street directly across from our driveway by persons unknown to us. Both times, there was no even remotely reasonable reason why this vehicle should have been parked there other than pure harassment--there's nothing else but our house and driveway on that stretch of the road, there are plenty of better (off-road) places down the street to park a large vehicle like this, and both times it was clearly a dangerous traffic hazard while parked there (sticking out into the street just past a right-angle turn where it couldn't be seen well). It also partially blocked the entrance to our driveway, yet when we complained to the police, they refused to do anything. (The second time, a local policeman appeared to be guarding it from just down the street in a patrol car.)
If you go back to the beginning of this blog and compare the dates on these incidents to "My Story", you will notice that these incidents took place around the time I discovered the former DEA agent and the former FBI agent had conned me and I'd had to fire them. Previously, they'd both told me what I thought at the time were wild tales of certain persons connected with my case that they claimed were associates of a former "rogue FBI agent" from Florida known as "Murph the Surf" who'd had a woman murdered there. I've wondered since then if this was meant to scare me, "punish" me, or what.

Defibrillators

In May of 2002, a Medtronic Defibrillator LP 500 (Serial #14285761) was stolen from the Buchanan Fire Building. An account of this theft in the 5/29/02 issue of the Llano newspaper warned, "Do not let someone who might show it to you talk you in to [sic] trying it out. It is extremely important that this piece of equipment be located and returned." [Something else above this article had been cut out of the issue of the newspaper I saw that was shared with me by a woman I was employing as a housekeeper at the time; I later had to fire this woman when I discovered she was stealing, setting up harassing incidents directed at us, and more. As it happens, my ex-husband has close relatives who live in the area, and he has been working in Llano one or two days a week for many years.]
In 2005, Fredericksburg and Gillespie County officials couldn't locate almost $20,000 worth of equipment purchased with federal homeland security funds during an audit conducted by the Texas Engineering Extension Service. During the auditors' visit, they also discovered a defibrillator sitting in the corner of the Fredericksburg police chief's office in plain sight--and he wasn't certified to use it. [This is the same police chief who is a lifelong close personal friend of my ex-husband's and who has slandered me on one of Diop Kamau's websites.]
There have been all kinds of rumors about what is being done with these defibrillators, but I'll leave that to your imagination.

Zobek

One of my children went all the way through school with a guy named Zobek Zepeda. I have fond memories of little Zobek with his great big smile running around and playing at some of the kindergarten and elementary school parties I used to help with years ago. Sadly, as happens way too often around here, Zobek fell in with a bad crowd later on, and although I saw him around every once and a while, our families drifted apart.
I was seriously shocked to suddenly see an obituary for him last winter saying he had died on February 25, 2009 at the age of only 21, and I immediately contacted my child that had been his classmate to see if they knew what happened. They were as shocked as I was, so they started asking around and checking various social networking sites from their high school; at the same time, my other kids also started asking around among their friends. Although we can usually get a pretty good idea of what happened by checking the local grapevine like this, in Zobek's case it became very apparent that NO ONE was talking about whatever had happened to him, which we thought was very strange. We all eventually decided Zobek must either have succumbed to an illness the family did not want to publicize or had died of a drug overdose or suicide. In any case, we were upset about the loss.

Then on August 26, 2009, Zobek's family published two ads in the local newspaper on the occasion of what would have been his birthday. One of these contained the statement, "We want to wish you a Happy 22nd Birthday even though you were robbed of it,..." The other ad said in part, "...your life was stolen from you. And I know you fought 'til your last breath," and, "The only thing that came out good of your short time was you baby boy, lil Z-man. We know he's out there suffering, but I know one day we will be reunited with him (lil Z-man)."

We asked around again after seeing this, but even our Hispanic friends claimed not to know anything, which we frankly didn't believe, and my child that had been Zobek's classmate was particularly upset that none of their class members would talk about his death. Since we had never seen anything in the newspapers or on television other than the obit. and ads, I emailed the local reporter for the San Antonio paper and asked him if he had any information about either Zobek's death or that of another young man from our community (age 13) that also wasn't being discussed much. The reporter emailed back that he'd try to find out, and he did email me back a small amount of information on the other death (that I didn't necessarily believe, although I don't blame the reporter for this--I think he might have been told things that may not have been true). However, I never got any response to my request for information on Zobek, so I guess we'll have to continue to wonder.

I will always remember Zobek as he was when I knew him well, when he was younger. I'd like his family to know that he managed to touch a lot of people during his life that they may not have realized and that I'd love to have a photograph from them of Zobek to post here in his memory (maybe one from kindergarten??).
Just today another of my kids came home from school at lunchtime and said the younger brother of one of their classmates had just been found in the parking lot at school lying on the ground having seizures from some sort of a head injury. We are trying to get more information about this and are concerned because we never heard the medical helicopter come in as normally happens for injuries like this. We also can't figure out why this boy wasn't in class at the time he was found.

These are not the only suspicious deaths among young people around here by any means, and there will be more if high-level law enforcement doesn't act soon.

Other Police Threats

The incident described in the previous post is not the first time I've been threatened by law enforcement. In the fall 0f 2007, after refusing to let local law enforcement officers illegally invade our home (see posted emails), I received this emailed photo of blue sky (heaven)from Investigator Rob Jones. I immediately forwarded it on to both Texas law enforcement and the Justice Department as I had with the threatened illegal invasions of our home by police--but received no responses from law enforcement in reply.
Soon after this, someone I'd considered a trusted friend and forwarded a copy of the blue sky email to for safekeeping sent it back to me with some added text they claimed to have found from Jones; someone also hacked into my email account and added this text to Jones' email (which makes the email appear non-threatening). However, this was added AFTER I'd already forwarded the email to high-level law enforcement (and to others for safety), and my children and I had already carefully examined the email for text, so we're positive the text was added later in an attempt to make the email look less incriminating.

This post of mine will no doubt unleash a new round of libelous comments about my purported mental state by my ex-husband (a close, lifelong friend of the local police chief). What my ex- will not explain is why he has instructed people to scream "Monkey Turd" at me and make ape-like noises at me for years as his way of dealing with the fact that I'm told he was known as "Horse Turd" in high school. I'm confident he will also never explain here that while in graduate school, he was asked to come in on a Saturday and take additional, more extensive psychological testing than what his program normally required. (One of his best friends was also asked to do this. I was never told anything about the reason for this or the results.)

Friday Night Football

Last night I went to watch the local high school football game--and wound up being threatened by a local police officer. This officer, whose step-daughter is a classmate of one of my children, often makes a point of sitting close to me at the games, and last night was no exception. As he and his family were leaving shortly before the end of the game, he walked directly behind me and suddenly grabbed my shoulder hard (much harder than anything considered socially acceptable). At the same time, he leaned over and softly said, "Take care," then left.
This officer's words were similar to ones spoken to me by a Boerne lawyer in 2005. After I wouldn't give him the originals of certain documents he wanted badly, he said four of his clients had been murdered and that I should "take care driving home".