I was in the middle of preparing this post on Wednesday, when I heard the News about Dick Sporting goods deciding to cease selling assault rifles and Walmart raising the age to 21 for those individuals wishing to purchase guns. Continue reading
I just heard, only minutes ago, that Monique wants to know what Oprah Winfrey has done for Black women. Continue reading
Two weeks ago, while I was out basking in the sixty degree February weather, someone left a campaign flyer on my door. I took one look at it, snatched it off the door, and tried my best to stomp it to pieces.
It was a campaign flyer for The Maywood United Party (Henderson Yarbrough, Audrey Jaycox, and Readith Ester). These three people – trustees – have NOT done a damn thing to help Maywood. And believe me, I spent the morning researching them. But, much much more, back in 2007 when I was out of work and attending the Tuesday night meetings at 125 S. Fifth Avenue, these three were in power then and the only thing they’ve accomplished is padding their pocketbooks.
Under these three, I suffered unimaginable verbal abuse from a family of stalkers and these three would not do a damn thing about it.
It is just now that the Maywood Police have been able to quiet some of the stalkers screaming and prowling of our streets. It is just now that the Maywood Police have been able to get the money, equipment, and cooperation they need in order to Police our streets.
So if you want to go back to the dark ages of constant drive-bys, sexual perverts roaming unabated in your streets, disappearing tax revenues, and more store closing so Yarbrough can buy up land cheap and make a profit – selling to Melrose Park business people – when the Village goes under, then by all means cast your vote for the Maywood United Party.
But, myself, have enough bullet holes in my walls and I’m tired of listening to a well-connected perv, and I hate having to drive all the way to Broadview or Melrose Park to buy a loaf of bread.
The Maywood United Party a step BACKWARDS for Maywood!
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
Eliza D. Ankum
Ruby Sanders – A Novel
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices
Tonight, I was watching a rebroadcast of Friday’s Windy City Live which featured Rhymefest(Grammy, Golden Globe, and Oscar winner) who shared his story of being robbed at gunpoint, in Chicago, and trying to report it to the Police.
Up until hearing to his story, I had personalized my experience of trying to report my stalking to the Maywood Police. I had assumed that I was being treated the way I was because I was a nobody, or so they assumed.
The first time I reported being stalked, I was told that I had suffered a breakdown and had imagined the whole thing. And I was sent to out-patient therapy where I was drugged.
The second time I went to the Maywood Police, (after losing my secretarial job at Exxon Company U.S.A. in New Orleans, because of the stalking and returning to Illinois), I was told that nobody knew what I was talking about when I complained about being lied to, with regards to the stalking, and drugged and that nothing was going on.
The third time, I sort of lost my temper — after losing yet another job because of the stalking, I told the Police Chief, (not the current one) “that if you can’t find this woman as loud as she’s screaming, then you need a flashlight and a compass to find your ass.” At that point, he jumped to his feet and put his hands on his gun and so did the other officers in the room. I, feared for my life at that point, so I left.
But the stalking, and the insults, and the detriment to my family were so great, that I tried several more times (whenever I heard that there was a new Police Chief). But after reading about theyoung man who was assaulted while in Police custody and listening to mothers of murdered sons testify about how they were treated, when they sought help, I NEVER WENT BACK.
But listening to Ryhmefest’s testimony, now I know that it wasn’t personal, but just how the Police operate — Chicago and Maywood.
But I still won’t go back. I have and I will learn to live with the stalking. Much the same as Chicagoans are learning to live with the gun violence. Where can we go?
P.S. And NO, I won’t be in Church on Sunday, because of the stalking. I’m taking heed of Hebrews 12:15 Amplified Bible Classic Edition
Exercise foresight and be on the watch to look [after one another], to see that no one falls back from and fails to secure God’s grace (His unmerited favor and spiritual blessing), in order that no root of resentment (rancor, bitterness, or hatred) shoots forth and causes trouble and bitter torment, and the many become contaminated and defiled by it—
A question or should I say questions regarding Old Nick from the movie, Room.
What if after she got out of the shed, people, who she thought she could trust, started telling her that her experience in the shed had all been in her mind and that Old Nick was really a friend? Continue reading
This is a re-blog of a post for https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com
This morning, I was sitting at my kitchen table having my first cup of coffee for the day and listening to one of The Stalkers repeatedly calling my name. For just a second, it flashed in my mind, “I wish there was someone I could call.” Someone, anyone who would go and tell her to ‘shut the fuck up!”
I knew, with absolute certainty, that I couldn’t call the local Maywood Police because they were the ones ‘protecting’ The Stalkers from me. So, who do I call? And then it occurred to me that perhaps a lot of Maywood citizens might feel the same way I do. Who do they call when something goes wrong and they know they can’t call the Police?
And then, I thought PT MAN (Proviso Township Ministerial Alliance Network). Perhaps all those ministers and leaders could get together and come up with someplace the people could go to get help when going to the Police is out of the question. It is exactly what we need, a go between.
Now, let me share with you exactly why I will never set foot in the Maywood Police Station again (and I have kept this promise to myself even with being stalked 24/7/365, being shot at, being robbed, and my car tampered with repeatedly). This experience was that soul devastating.
The following was first published on August 20, 2012
“Now Miss Ankum. It is Miss? Is that Right?”
It’s your complaint that ….. someone is following you?
“Miss Ankum have you recently broken up with a boyfriend?”
“Are you dating someone’s husband?”
“Umh, Miss Ankum are you engaged in an illegal activity that would cause someone to be upset with you? And by that I mean drugs or prostitution!”
“Ok. Well, then Miss Ankum, are you a singer?
“Are you an actress?
“Are you a dancer, particularly, of the exotic kind?
Then Miss Ankum, help me understand why anyone would want to follow a nobody like you around.”
I crawled out on my battered ego, walked slowly over to the park behind the Police Station and sat totally defeated on a bench beneath a tree.
I’m wearing a green plaid madras skirt that’s new because I’ve regained most of the weight that I’d lost. I look down at my hands which are folded in my lap and I start to cry. Help is not coming.
This happen in 2001 after I was fired from Albertson’s (Jewel and Osco). But I did try again in 2005 and I received the exact same treatment.
Eliza D. Ankum
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman