For thousands of you, you are being stalked by someone you know.
But for many of us, myself included, we are being stalked by persons we do not know. And people who harbor strong grudges and hate against us for nothing more than being ourselves.
Last Friday, ABC Channel 7, here in Chicago, ran a Special on Rebecca Schaeffer – this Easter weekend of family and friends would be a great time to re-watching it – who is featured in the front of my book, STALKED! By Voices.
Rebecca Schaeffer was a young, beautiful actress on her way to fame and glory. But her life was cut short by a man she’d never met in her life. The first day Rebecca Schaeffer met John Bardo, was the last day of her life!
John Bardo lived in Tucson, Arizona. And Rebecca Schaeffer lived, first, in Oregon and then Los Angeles, California. They’d never crossed paths. John Bardo was upset over a love scene Rebecca had done in one of her movies. So upset, so angry that he took a bus from Tucson, Arizona to Los Angles, California, tracked her to the movie studio, and then her home shooting her dead on her front door step.
I was living in New Orleans, Louisiana, having run from my home – without packing any clothing – to escape the people stalking me, when I heard of Rebecca’s death. I could not get any help from the Maywood Police because when they asked me if I knew my stalkers, I answered truthfully and said, NO.
At that time, it was a widely held belief, by the Police, everywhere, that you could not be killed by someone you didn’t know. And because I didn’t know my stalkers I had to be lying or making it up.
I was sent to mandatory out-patient counseling where I was drugged at the end of it. But neither the drugs nor the counseling worked, because I was being STALKED! They had me thinking that I’d done something wrong. And since being treated like a crazy person for telling people and The Police that I was being, stalked, I kept my mouth shut about it.
Rebecca Schaeffer’s death taught me a powerful lesson, you can be stalked and killed by people you don’t know.
Eliza D. Ankum
PS. Sorry Chief Talley, but I knew from the fact that the Maywood Police allowed those people to scream and holler in Maywood’s street that you and your police force were more than willing to lie to me, again.
While, yes, I was more than ready to end my stalking ordeal, I wasn’t willing to listen to you guys lying to me about it. This time, I wasn’t a young naive girl and I was, and still am, very well aware that I hadn’t done anything to these people.
So, when a real opportunity presented itself to end the screaming and stalking, I threw myself at it. And will, again, because it was never funny to me. It took my life!
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