Rhymefest On Windy City Live

rhymefest_12-11-2015

 

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

 

Joan Rivers

Joan Rivers

 

elizabooks wishes to extend my deepest sympathies to Melissa Rivers and her son on the death of her mother and his grandmother, Joan Rivers.

She was a woman of uncompromised talent.  And unlike a lot of us today, when she had an opinion about something she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and she stick to her guns.  You go girl!

We are all the better for your being here and I for one will deeply miss you.

 

PS  I was watching the night she made her premiere on the Johnny Carson show and I was a witness to the self-defacing ‘horse face’ joke that led to her stunning makeover.

At the time,I was very young and did not understand what her looks had to do with telling jokes.  But life teaches us all a lesson or two.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
OneThreeThirteen

Are You Happy America – Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Don’t think for a moment that I skipped past the death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman. No, quite the contrary. Upon hearing the News of his death, my first question was not, “How did he die, but Why?

I pondered that question for a couple of weeks thinking that his unfortunate death was an opportunity to continue exploring the question of, “Are You Happy America?”

But, then I figured that exploring the question of why so soon after Mr. Hoffman’s death would appear insensitive. So, I decided to wait.

But let’s be honest, Phillip Seymour Hoffman epitomizes the very question of Are You Happy America? Why?

Because Phillip Seymour Hoffman had everything, and let me emphasize, everything, that the rest of us (working poor) would say that if we had, we’d be happy.

He had fame, the good kind, he had money, an elegant New York apartment, a beautiful woman in his life, three healthily children, and the prospect of getting more.

So why wasn’t Phillip Seymour Hoffman a happy man? What made him turn to drugs?

For a long time, I thought that if only I didn’t have The Stalkers in my life I would have married, had children, bought a big MacManison and would have been over the moon happy. Yes, I bought into the fantasy. I drank the Kool-Aide. And I chased ‘The American Dream’ for all it was worth.

And then a few months ago, I began to realize that ‘The American Dream was no longer attainable, at least not for me, and I mourned it big time. I mean I seriously mourned it – complete with tears and ice cream. But I let it go. I did everything except have a funeral for it. Not getting that dream (illusion) was keeping me from being happy.

Maybe the reality of what Mr. Hoffman had obtained for himself was not as perfect as The Dream. And he’d grown tired of chasing it.

I think the trouble comes in when you don’t let it go. When you don’t come to grips with the fact that happiness is not a thing. You can’t buy it. You can’t marry it. You can’t breed it. You can’t inject it into your veins. You can’t smoke it in a pipe. And you can’t drink it out of a glass.

So what is happiness? What does it look like? What does it feel like?

I can’t answer that question for everyone, but for me being happy is that rare place where time, money, and home come together.

For instance, when I have money, I have no time to spend it because I’m usually working. And when I have time, I have no money because I’m not working.

That rare occasion happened for me a few weeks back during the Polar Vortex.

In Chicago, the Polar Vortex first hit us around pay day for me. An as a consequence, I had time to go out and stock up on food and water before the actual four feet of snow hit and I also had the perfect excuse to stay home.

I danced around making soup and vegged out on Comcast ON DEMAND. And somewhere along the way, I realized that I was happy,

I was actually happy without the husband, without the children, and without the MacMansion. I was happy with what I have.

What I had, and have, had become OK. It was enough for me. And the thought of it being enough made me happy. I was not wanting.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up on getting more or better or getting rid of The Stalkers but for right now, this is enough. Or as Paul the Apostle said in Phillippians 4:11-13 “I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

What is the secret? Attitude.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
http://onethreethirteen.wordpress.com
http://jan32013.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Another Oscar Nomination

 

What an amazing coincidence has occured, again. 

First, there was the movie Flight starting Denzel Washington that so paralelled chapters 43 -58 of Flight 404 that I felt almost as if the screen writer had read my blog http://flight404a.wordpress.com  

Then came the movie Prisoners that hinted at stalking as in my blog
http://stalkedbyvoices.wordpress.com

And now 12  Years A Slave, which was my inspiration for Ruby Sanders from the blog http://rubysanders.wordpress.com

Perhaps, you should read elizabooks, too, for your next inspiration.

 

Eliza Ankum  aka elizabooks