Maywood Mayor’s Race

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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
By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
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
https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com

 

 

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Rhymefest On Windy City Live

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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—

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
https://24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com
STALKED! By Voices

 

A Question About Old Nick

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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

The Weekend Off

 

This weekend, I published my new ebook, Thou Shalt Eat Dust, and I celebrated by doing nothing.  Honestly, all I did was sleep, eat, drink (vodka and Sprite) and watch movies and TV shows (Major Crimes, Motive, and American Gothic) from Xfinity’s OnDemand.

And that’s what I’m writing about, today.  I had put off watching a certain movie for about three months, even though I’d heard it was excellently done by its young co-star, Jacob Tremblay, because I knew it would make me cry.  The movie I’m writing about is Room.

The movie was adapted from the book of the same name, Room byEmma Donoghue.  It is the story of a young woman who was kidnapped in her teens and held for seven years in a shed behind a man’s house.  She was repeatedly raped and gave birth, in the shed, to her son, Jack.  Jack grew up thinking that Room was all there was.  Until on Jack’s fifth birthday his mother realized that she had to get them out.

The movie goes on to show Jack’s awakening to the world and how some people can accept the unacceptable and some can’t.  The movie was definitely worth the $2.99 I spent.  And yes, I did cry.  I cried watching them move around in that tiny space.  I cried when they escaped.  And I cried the hardest when Jack’s mother took him back to Room.  “Is this Room.  Did somebody shrunk it?”

I knew I was to cry watching this movie because I remember how long I waited for someone to save me, (STALKED! By Voices) before realizing I had to save myself.  I also cried for the thousands of women still being held in sheds and basements all over America.  And those who appear to be walking around free but really aren’t.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices
https:24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com

 

 

How To Survive A Chicago Summer

Chicago police officers investigate a crime scene where 7-year-old Amari Brown was shot and killed in Chicago

If you’ve read my book STALKED! By Voices, you know that I made numerous attempts at getting the Maywood Police to help me rid myself of the individuals who were, and still are, actively stalking me.    That was to no avail, however.

And when I was smart enough to realize that The Maywood Police were not about to help me, I turned to lawyers, Luther Franklin Spence and Cochran, Montgomery & Cherry.   That also did not work.

So, then I turned to the Illinois State Police.  That led to the Illinois State Police coming in and trying to figure out what the hell the Police and Village were up to, which only led to several drug arrests and a reshuffling of Village responsibilities, but the stalkers remained.

Finally, I called the local chapter of the FBI.  The agent who answered my call, informed me that he couldn’t start a case for me until he heard from my local Police.  I told him what was happening or rather not happening there and he was quiet on the phone for a while and then he said, “Well, I still can’t do anything about the stalking, but I can give you some tips on staying alive until I hear from the local cops.

With summer in Chicago fast approaching, I’d like to share with you some of his advice.

First, don’t have regular set times when you come and go.  (This is one of the hardest to keep).  Vary your times and entrance points to your house or apartment.

When you’ve been out of your house for some hours, be very careful about re=entering the apartment.  Make sure you turn on some lights and make sure you are alone before you lock the door.    But never, never, never, never, enter the apartment and leave your door unlocked.

And if you have stalkers, like I do, make sure you clean your toothbrushes before you use them (it only takes one time to forget this rule and you’ll never forget it again.  The pain in your gut will feel like you’re being ripped apart).

Don’t leave half-filled bottles of wine or pop in your fridge and come home and drink it.  (Same thing as above or worse).

When you’re driving, stay aware of what cars are around you.  Don’t get overly distracted by the radio or who’s in the car with you.

Don’t pull up to close to the car in front of you.   Leave some space.  This will give you some room to maneuver.

Don’t pull up window to window with the car in the next lane or let them pull up window to window with you.   If the other car does pulls up window to window, either move forward a little or back a little (provided the car in back of you is not on your bumper).

Just before you reach your destination, double check your rear view mirror and make sure you’re not being followed.  If you think you are, circle the block and come back around.

Also, if you can, safely, call the person you’re visiting and let them know you are almost to their house, so they can put a light on outside.

Now, when you are out partying this summer in the clubs KEEP YOUR OPINIONS YOURSELF about other people’s clothes, hair, looks, boyfriends, or girlfriends.

Don’t try and hijack another person’s date, even if they’re willing to go with you.  Better to leave that to another time and place.

When you are leaving the Club, don’t stand around outside talking, laughing, and joking.   Get in your cars and LEAVE.   I can’t stress this one enough.

Now, the following is not from the FBI, but some common sense things I’ve learned over the years.

If you are caught in cross fire, don’t run, unless you’re being chased.  Instead, fall on the ground where you are.

It’s cooler in the dark.  Don’t have every light on in your apartment. You’re safer when people (on the outside) can’t tell where you are in the house or the apartment.

And be aware, that they will listen for the sound of the TV.  So, if you live in a high crime area and you want to watch TV, make yourself a pallet on the floor or don’t put your chair opposite the windows.

And for God’s sake, stop taking young kids to the park after midnight.  They won’t understand what to do when the bullets start flying and they can’t run as fast as you to keep up.

And don’t forget, Stranger Danger

One last point, if you are out an about and in the background of your day or afternoon, you’re constantly hearing the wail of emergency sirens, go home.  It’s the sound of a dangerous night.

STAY AWARE   STAY SAFE

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
STALKED! By Voices
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
https:thoushalteatdust.wordpress.com

 

 

Fox Wins Over Alvarez

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Last night, I watched the election results on Chanel 7 ABC News Chicago. By nine o’clock Chanel 7 was projecting that Kim Fox had won over Anita Alvarez.  And Laura Washington,Chicago SunTimes Columnist, said that she had expected Anita Alvarez to do better than she did out in the suburbs.

Besides, Laquan Mcdonald shooting, we — especially me — out in the suburbs have been saying for well over a year now that we are tired of listening to The stalkers screaming and doing whatever they want in our streets.  Enough of their cramp!

We are tired of it.  We are no longer interested in listening to it.  We no longer want these people influencing the children of the suburbs with their negative, immoral, and anti-social behavior.

Maybe, Ms. Alvarez couldn’t file charges and have them arrested, but she certainty could have insisted that they get some type of psychological treatment that would have put a stop to all that screaming and destructive behavior.  And that is one of the reasons why Ms. Alvarez did not carry the suburbs.

reblogged from https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
STALKED! By Voices

 

An Alternative To The Police

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?”

“Yes.”

It’s your complaint that ….. someone is following you?

“Yes.”

“Miss Ankum have you recently broken up with a boyfriend?”

“No.”.

“Are you dating someone’s husband?”

“No.”

“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!”

“No.”

“Ok. Well, then Miss Ankum, are you a singer?

“No.”

“Are you an actress?

“No.”

“Are you a dancer, particularly, of the exotic kind?

“No.”

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.

https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman