Denial Letter #MeToo

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Before I write anything else, let me say that I am NOT in Church this Sunday morning because of The Stalkers, who may be slightly quieter than they usually are, but are still very much free and out and about on the streets of Maywood, Illinois. Continue reading

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#MeToo

 

Excerpt from STALKED! By Voices
The years from 1992 – 1999

Chapter 35

THE SCREAMING started in the parking lot. Every morning as I arrived at Apex, for work, while I was parking the car, before I opened the car door, before I’d set foot inside the building, I could hear The Voices/Stalkers screaming insults from inside the building, at me. There were days when I arrived at work and it took every ounce of courage and strength I possessed to walk into that building.

Before I list for you some of the harangue I endured, let me tell you a little bit about Apex. Apex was an automotive parts warehouse that did business twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

Apex employed lots of men. Most of whom I had to work with on a daily basis. Men who stocked shelves, picked parts, packed orders, worked as warehouse managers, and supervisors.

Everything The Voices/Stalkers screamed at me was heard by everyone, both men and women. I was spared nothing! I was not given the respect that one human should give another. And when I tried fighting for it, I was declared unstable.

Here’s a partial list of what was screamed at me on a daily basis for no other reason than they could get away with it.

  1. The Stalkers screamed that they were mind readers.
  2. That they were reading every thought that went through my head and had control over all my actions, emotions, and health.
  3. That they’d read in my mind that I wanted the men in the warehouse to ‘run a chain’ on me.
  4. They screamed out that I had Aids. Not true. But remember this was back in the early nineties when Aids was still the ‘terror’ disease of the decade.
  5. They would scream out to the entire warehouse when I had my period.
  6. They screamed out every time I went to the ladies room and gave explicit details of what I was doing in there. Even to the point of screaming that I should make sure to ‘wipe the crack of my ass.’
  7. They’d scream out about my underwear. Things like if it were new, what color underwear I was wearing that day, if they damaged in any way, and how much I’d paid for it.
  8. They’d scream that I fantasized about my supervisor while masturbating.
  9. They’d scream that I had false teeth.
  10. They’d scream out descriptions of how I looked naked.
  11. They scream descriptions of how I went about taking a bath, showering, or shaving my legs.

Let me repeat, my coworkers, both male and female heard it all. So, now other people were listening, publicly, to what I’d had to listen to, privately, for years.

And believe me, they were not at all pleased with the things they were forced to listen to on my account.

As my coworkers dislike for The Voices/Stalkers grew, they began taking their frustrations out on me. I became their punching bag. People didn’t talk to me, they screamed at me. I guess, they assumed that I must have been hard of hearing or something, because I didn’t react to The Voices/Stalkers the way they thought I should have.

“Why doesn’t she just go crazy so those damn screaming bitches will go away and we can have some peace around here!”

I heard that whispered behind my back more times than I’d care to remember.

Chapter 36

How It Was Before Sensitivity Training

“Now Miss Ankum. It is Miss? Is that Right?” The Maywood Policeman asks me.

“Yes.”

“It’s your complaint that, ahh,.. someone is following you?

“Yes.”

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

“No.”

“Are you dating someone’s husband?”

“No.”

“Uhmm. 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.”

“Miss Ankum, he says a bit frustrated, you admit that you are not conducting an illegal business.  You are not an actress, singer, or exotic dancer.  Well, then Miss Ankum, help me understand why anyone would want to follow you around.”

What I hear, is that you’re a nobody and no one would follow you around with a cause.  I crawl out on my battered ego, walk slowly over to the park behind the Police Station and sit defeated on a bench beneath a tree. I’m wearing a green plaid madras skirt that’s new because I’ve regained the weight that I’d lost. I look down at my hands which are folded in my lap and I start to cry.

U. S. Senator Dick Durbin, U. S. Congressmann Danny K Davis, Illinois State Senator Kimberly Lightford, Mayor Edwenna Perkins, Police Chief Vladmir Talley how would you like it if this happened to your mother, sister, or wife?

At every job.  In my Church, on vacation and at both my brother’s funerals.  And all this over something they made up to have a reason to scream and holler obscenities.  Their anger is a fake.

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
STALKED! By Voices

 

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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

 

 

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