“3 Americas: 42 Days in Bob Hermann Monster’s Isolation Dungeon and the Coerced Plea Bargain” (autobiography) and some disturbing attachments…

THIS CHAPTER IS ABOUT OUR PRISONS AND JAILS
AND HOW AMERICA TODAY GETS AWAY WITH,
TORTURING AND MURDERING POOR AMERICANS!!!

(Last updated: July 16, 2018)
3 AMERICAS
by DR Wolfe

{As I continue a full revision, this is one of the new chapters from my revised autobiography, “3 Americas”.}

(Includes strong language.)

42 Days in Bob Hermann Monster’s Isolation Dungeon,
and the Coerced Plea Bargain

Had I known, I would have taken a moment to eat something and drink some water that morning before the cops showed up to arrest me. But my wife never told me that they indited me the week before for a Measure 11 Offense, which is Oregon’s version of a mandatory minimum sentence. This meant there would be no reasonable bail. Since I was subsisting on $700 social security and about $100 food stamps per month, a quarter-million dollar bail for allegedly “touching my almost twelve-year-old step-daughter’s breast in a sexual manner” to get out of jail while awaiting trial was well beyond my means-

As it happened, I hadn’t ate or drank anything since about 8:00 p.m. the night before. Beaverton Detectives Dennis Marley and Eric Oaes showed up at my home, just seconds after Christel woke me up with a phone call, which I realized later was extremely coincidental. Especially since she had lied to me the previous Thursday evening when I asked her if I had been indited by the Washington County Grand Jury on December 30th, 2004.

But there has been a lot of strange coincidences in my case (in my set up). For example, the day after Thanksgiving in 2004 I was referred to an attorney named Bob Herd. I briefly explained my situation to Mr. Herd over the phone, including that I had no money or income besides Social Security. Despite this, he insisted I come out to Hillsboro and said, “we’ll talk about your case”.

After I spent almost an hour and unburdened myself to who I thought was going to be my lawyer (after all why else would he need to see me in person), he requested a $5,000 retainer.

I told him once again, “I have no money Mr. Herd”. He then said he couldn’t take the case.

He added, “I just have too many clients at this time to take any pro bono cases.” I wondered why he didn’t say this over the phone and save me a two and a half hour bus/train ride in the rain? I just assumed we would sign some papers, and that’s why he needed to see me in person.

But he might have just as likely suckered me into coming out there to give him information he could share with his friends from the Washington County District Attorneys Office, where he apparently worked for thirteen years. A small detail he forgot to mention over the phone.

In fact, he may have never actually stopped working for the DA’s office — pretending to be a criminal defense attorney to unsuspecting indigent clients? Maybe our meeting was nothing more than a farce to help one of Bob Hermann’s friends, who may have been having an affair with my wife?

Then again, I was dumb enough back then to believe Christel and I were working on our marriage while temporarily maintaining separate residents.

A few years later, Robert Herd ended up being selected by the governor to serve out a term on the Circuit Court in Clackamas County. This is a de facto lifetime position since circuit judges almost always run unopposed. Coincidentally, Herd was appointed to the same court where one of my wife’s close friends, Douglas Victor van Dyk, was serving. {As a note, Judge van Dyk had practiced labor law in Washington County and probably knew Bob Herd and Greg Olson very well.}

As I describe in another chapter (“A Pearl Necklace for Christmas”), Judge van Dyk would after bring his adopted, mentally-challenged daughter over to my wife’s apartment in West Linn for “visits”….and always leave his wife, “Mrs. van Dyk”, at home–

As a result of my wife’s deception, I never had a chance to eat anything or drink any water before I was taken away early that January 6th morning in 2005 from my Lake Oswego apartment by Marley and Oaes. And The two cups of coffee Detective Marley was so kind to bring me while I sat in a cell in the Beaverton jail, waiting to be transferred to the county facility, only served to dehydrate me a little quicker. So as it worked out, other than the coffee, I didn’t have any food or water for over twenty-four hours until late that evening, as you can probably tell from the second mug shot they took that day…which they waited until sometime that evening when I was feeling at my worst to take.

In fact, if you look at the mug shot Marley took while I was in the Beaverton Jail that morning and compare it to the one they took later that evening it should be obvious as to why they conspired to stress me out.

The strategy is that, every dirty trick is used to make another trick possible. Intentionally dehydrating people is not only a strategy, some Washington County inmates have died because of it–

I soon learned Inmates are given a cup of this nasty, sugary liquid with every meal. Not just Washington County, this is done by many jurisdictions to reach the inmate’s daily required caloric intake, without giving them more actual food. The recommended daily caloric amount, which Washington County jailers are intentionally manipulating, is intended to reflect the necessary daily intake of food the human body needs to function properly.

And if an inmate should try to take their paper cup back to their cell, or keep it in their cells in the general medical unit, for a little water, it is quickly seized by the guard. They are told “you need a doctor’s note to have a paper cup in your cell [for water?].”

While it’s true, everyone knows the paper cup would make an excellent weapon, the real purpose in having the deputies take the paper cups out of the cells is to keep the inmates dehydrated, which causes the brain to function at a lower level. And for someone who is coming off hard drugs, or who may have a physical or mental impairment, the effect of this sadistic practice is substantially more damaging.

Obviously, this is extremely beneficial to the county persecutor’s ultimate goal — obtaining a coerced plea bargain from every accused indigent defendant in Washington County. And never take a case to trial unless they know for sure the public persecution makes the persecutors and cops look really good.

I believe this is how they murdered Madaline Pitkin in 2014, by allowing her to become so dehydrated from drinking this sugar crap, which probably tasted good to her at the time and temporarily made her feel better. However, much like drinking salt water, the sugar water very quickly becomes an enemy of the body which is screaming for fresh water. The body slowly begins to shut down.

In their own reports, the Washington County deputies stated they knew Madaline was extremely dehydrated. For nine days the deputies allowed her condition to worsen. They were the only ones who had access to her cell and should have taken her to the hospital and got her on an IV once she was unable to keep any food or water down.

Yet the Washington County Sheriff, Pat Garrett, is now attempting to blame the medical staff in order to protect the county’s liability in a wrongful death suit filed by the Pitkin family.

However, Sheriff Garrett’s deputies didn’t need any one’s permission to call an ambulance for Madaline and order that she be transported to the hospital. In their reports, the deputies admitted they knew for days Madaline Pitkin was not eating or drinking anything, and vomiting up anything she ingested. Yet now that twenty million dollars are on the line, the Washington County Sheriff’s Department and the county lawyers are blaming the nurses, who, as I said earlier, couldn’t get into Madaline’s cell, regardless of what the emergency was, without the deputies assistance.

Ironically, it was one of the nurses who eventually ended up getting me some food and water that first day. The deputies, who probably walked by me hundreds of times, never once asked if I was okay, or needed any food or water…which is why I know they negligently, and even perhaps maliciously, murdered Madaline Pitkin. And I have no doubt, serving her that disgusting sugar water with every meal attributed to her early demise.

Back then I didn’t completely realize how it is in the real world, but cops don’t care anything about anyone who is poor or unattractive, or who appears to be “defective”.

As I sat there all day waiting to be processed, I wondered whether Marley and Oaes had the right to snatch me from another county? There were no Lake Oswego Police Officers or Clackamas Sheriff Deputies present to oversee the arrest of a dangerous Measure 11 suspect. Would if I had resisted arrest and were killed in the process? It seemed kind of reckless to charge a person with a Measure Eleven crime and not have any local law enforcement officers there to witness the arrest.

Also, did Marley and Oaes have a right or legitimate reason to take me to the Beaverton Jail first, which delayed my being processed by Washington County until late that evening? Why did Marley need to take that first mug shot?

Besides never being given food or water that first day, the guards never spoke to me about what was happening. I kind of remember being told several times by the extremely unfriendly Washington County Sheriff Deputies, “sit up straight!”

Pretty much, that whole first day in the county jail is still a blurry spot in my memory. I was in this kind of state of psychological shock not believing what was happening, and thinking someone would come along any minute and straighten it all out, and I would go home, but no one ever did.

I spent about ten or twelve hours in one or another of those uncomfortable plastic chairs you find in the bus station, waiting to be “processed”, they said. None of it seemed real; time seemed meaningless.

Apparently, an inmate had come around with a cart and handed out bags of food and drinks for lunch and dinner, but didn’t know I was blind and so assumed I didn’t want anything since I didn’t raise my hand, like everyone else. Although, as I think back, the fact that I was wearing the dark glasses would seem like a pretty good clue, I suppose, but maybe not since I often move my head around to listen to what’s going on–

But it does prove how very little Marley, Oaes, or the Washington County Deputies cared about making sure a person who was completely blind and under their custody had something to eat or drink. And it does prove how little they care about any of the people under their scope and control as agents of the State.

I learned later, a few inmates were selected to be trusties. This way, they were allowed out of their cells for a few hours each day and assigned to pass out meals. If they wanted to keep this privilege, they were specifically instructed to never fraternize with any other inmates while working (for no pay).

If I had my white cane with me, the trusties would have known I was blind and this would have never happened — being denied food or water all day. And since wheelchair users were allowed to keep their chairs, it seems discriminatory to have taken away my mobility device since it place me at an even greater risk of being injured or assaulted (for accidentally bumping into another inmate). And wearing the dark glasses, they let me keep, may have only infuriated some of the inmates who may not have realized I was blind.

Yet both “my” attorney and two circuit judges, along with persecutors, ignored my petition for habeas corpus, as I describe below.

By taking away my white cane, along with not allowing me to verbally communicate with any of the other inmates, they violated my civil rights as a blind person who was also partially deaf, and failed to exercise any sort of due care with regard to my health and safety.

So, if you can try to imagine going through all of this as a blind person, with a significant hearing loss, you would have to agree that it would be a extremely traumatic and intimidating experience.

This is all part of a ‘vast conspiracy’ to coerce all poor accused defendants in Washington County to accept the persecutors dirty plea deals, even if a few “disposable” inmates have to die to keep the machine running–

I remember one thing that really freaked me out about the deputies, and made me wonder if I would ever leave that place alive.

When I was about fourteen or fifteen and living in Lansing, I learned the hard way to never trust the police. Bill Bonsky, a friend of my brother’s, and I were walking back on campus from the store at the school for the blind. Some cop stopped us in the parking lot behind the school cafeteria. So we were definitely on school property and he should have called the campus security, who knew us, before searching me, since I was clearly a minor.

The cop claimed he saw me getting drugs from “that black guy”, as he put it. It was another partly blind student named Lee McDonald. I write more about Lee and our track team, which got to travel across the midwest and compete against other blind schools, in another chapter.

Lee was around seventeen and stood about 6’6″. He was solid muscle, and you could almost feel the ground shake when he laughed, which he did a lot. Other than Barry White, I don’t think there’s anyone who had a deeper voice than Lee McDonald.

Like a lot of guys who were mostly blind, he had this way of leaning into you when he spoke. And then he would gently tap you on the shoulder or arm with his knuckles the whole time, while he was talking. And I remember, if Lee was real excited about something, he would instead start tapping the top of my head with his knuckles…very gently while he laughed–
I remember I was barely five foot tall and weighed less than ninety pounds. And it was kind of like looking up at this massive mountain that was towering over me.

However, as everyone who knowsLee knows, Lee McDonald was one of the friendliest kids around the school, and one of our best athletes, lettering in both wrestling and track and field during the 1970’s.

I’m pretty sure he holds the all-time school record in the men’s restricted high jump. I think Lee McDonald, along with Ed Chapman, also holds the school record in the tandem mile.

This one time during track practice, when I was still wrestling at 88 lbs. and Lee McDonald was wrestling light heavy weight, he had me stand in front of the high jump bar and then jumped right over the top of me. Everyone thought that was so funny!

So if you didn’t know him, and you were a paranoid cop, his behavior and appearance might come across like he was some sort of “street thug” who was selling drugs to some little white kid outside the local convenience store.

So maybe the cop thought he was going to be the hero that evening…or maybe he just had a thing for young white boys with pretty blue eyes? After all, it was Lansing, Michigan, and we were just a few blocks from the capitol building and the governor’s mansion…

Bonsky and I both told the cop “He [Lee McDonald] didn’t give us anything!” But cops only hear what they want to hear, and to them everything else you say is nothing but a lie–

So then this pervert cop made me unbutton and unzip my pants, and like most kids I did what I was told by the adult. Then all the sudden he stuck his hand down my pants and started groping my balls, pretending like he was looking for drugs. I was freaked!

Obviously, he didn’t find anything. But what really pissed me off about this, was that I was too dumb or scared at the time to realize I had just been sexually assaulted by a sick cop! Bonsky said he saw everything.

I was suddenly awaken late that afternoon from this sort of trance I was in, when I heard the news come on. All day the television was too low for me to hear, and they answered no in a way that made me never think about asking again when I once asked if they could turn up the volume.

I remember being startled wide-awake that day when they turned up the sound so loud that it was blasting from across the room, and despite my hearing loss, I could hear every word being spoken.

The first thing I thought was that they would say my name aloud and show my picture on the evening news, and then everyone in that room would immediately assume the worst of me, being an accused “child molester”. Let me tell you, it was a frightening moment. As I waited, I could hardly breathe.

I imagined someone behind me, seeing the news and thinking to himself:

“I see you, sitting there hiding behind your shades, looking all cool and smug. But I know what you did motherfucker, and I’m gonna make you pay for it motherfucker!”

I believe suddenly turning up the television really loud like that is just another intentional way to intimidate Washington County’s poor and disabled accused defendants into agreeing to an unjust plea bargain, just to get out of there.

Almost every inmate was probably thinking the exact same as me, in horror. Especially since it had been so quiet all day, then all at once, as if to intentionally traumatize our subconscious, a loud speaker began blaring random announcements about the latest alleged criminals who have been arrested in Washington County! It seems pretty reckless for the deputies to expose an inmate who is being featured on the ruthless, corporate news to any possible righteous vigilantes who may be among us.

Sometime that evening during the news, I heard Several of the deputies began joking aloud about some former-inmate named “Rick” that apparently they all knew very well. According to the news broadcaster Rick was found dead that morning. While I don’t remember hearing exactly how he died, I do remember the deputies thought it was really funny that he was dead.

Some time later that night one of the nurses gave me something for my headache and a glass of water. But that was the first time that I had had any water since the night before. I asked when we would be taken to the cafeteria for dinner since I was starting to get really, really hungry, and she kind of laughed, and said she would see what she could do about eating. But it wasn’t until some time around 11:00 p.m., after I got a shower, a rectal search, and a set of orange jumpers to wear, before I ate anything. I remember I was handed a sack lunch just before being taken to a cell in Bob Hermann’s Isolation Dungeon.

The Washington County Jail tries to intentionally stress out everyone they arrest as much as possible, on behalf of the county’s DA, Robert W. Hermann, to get them to take a plea bargain rather then forcing the county persecutors to prove their embellished charges in every case, as it should be.

For example, they create the worse mug shot possible for every accused defendant then use it to embarrass the accused defendant on the evening news, which would obviously prejudice many of those who would be among the county’s prospective jury pool.

This way, the cops could always use the ugly mug shot again later, if needed, by showing it to all of your most vindictive neighbors, as they have often done with me…

Along with a couple other inmates, I was eventually walked out of the main waiting room where I had been all day and felt kind of relieved. I had no idea I was being taken to the jail’s most isolated area located off the medical unit, where there would be no fresh air, and no opportunity to exercise, and almost no opportunity to be with any other people. I was being put into solitary confinement, even though I didn’t know it at the time. I broke no rules to justify this punishment.

And the county sort no qualified expert to advise them as to how an accused blind defendant with a substantial hearing impairment would react under these horrific circumstances. Or maybe they knew exactly how it would effect me, and my constitutional right to assist in my own defense. But even my own lawyer cared nothing, never answering the phone when I called from the jail, and ignoring most of my voice messages.

Based on the well-documented history of Bob Hermann and his DDA’s attitude toward those with disabilities, apparently having any sort of “defect” was crime enough to justify what they did to me…and what they’ve done to many, many other indigent defendants in Washington County–

So maybe they thought they were protecting me from other inmates, based on an incident that occurred when I first arrived. I recall, when I was first brought into a small room off the main jail by Detective Marley, where they made me empty my pockets and hand over my belt and shoes, I asked to use the bathroom. The guard made me leave the door open, and when I sat down to urinate I heard one of the deputies who walked by the open door say, “Looks like we got us another one of those.” Then I heard another deputy, the one who had led me to the bathroom, chuckle. So maybe that’s why they locked me up in solitary, so that none of the other inmates would be able to hurt someone they thought was a “gay” guy who is blind?

For the first couple weeks – for over twenty-three and one half hours per day – I was kept alone in a 8-by-5 foot cement room in the lock-down, “Isolation Bubble”. This five cell area is apparently where they were supposed to be keeping the severely mentally ill and the ones they thought were extremely dangerous, and anyone coming down off hard drugs, like Madaline Pitkin.

While I had used marijuana, medically, most of my life, I had rarely ever used any kind of “hard drugs”, and it had been many years ago. However, using medical marijuana may have been their excuse for putting me into ‘Bob Hermann’s Dungeon’.

It is well known among the MMJ community, I moved to Oregon in 1998 to specifically campaigned for the reform of medical marijuana laws. Coincidentally, I was run down while campaigning for medical marijuana dispensaries at 4:30 p.m. on Halloween in 2010. The police never gave the alleged driver a sobriety test and never ticketed him, even though three witnesses said they saw him fly around the corner and never pause before turning, as required by Oregon law.

What was even more suspicious was that the alleged driver claimed he was testing out the vehicle (Driving like am maniac?) and was thinking about buying it, and the vehicle’s owner who was sitting next to him at the time, claimed he was not the one driving when I was run down. This was a lie! And I believe the Portland Police knew it and allowed them to perpetrate this fraud, for some reason-

Then the City’s highly corrupt ‘Internal Police Review’ [IPR] apparently did a four month investigation. In March of 2011, I received a letter from the IPR stating that they had concluded their intense investigation and determined the police officer, Daniel Leonard, had acted correctly and professionally in this case, even though the IPR never once called me during the “investigation” to discuss the incident. Despite one very important fact, that I was the actual victim!

So, some days I never got a minute out of the cell, and a few of those days I got no more than ten or fifteen minutes out.

“Would you rather take a shower or make a phone call?” They would ask.

The “isolation dungeon”, as I began calling it, was segregated by a thick metal door from the general Medical Unit. All of the cells also had thick metal doors and faced each other. When the doors would slam in succession it sounded like something out of that opening scene from that old television show, “Get Smart”-

As by design, the cement walls and floors made every sound echo and reverberate, exponentially. What turned out to be the worse, was that the stainless steel toilets were connected through the wall and were perfect targets for kicking. The screaming and pounding never stopped. When one crazed inmate would fall asleep after eight or ten hours of yelling and pounding, on the wall, door, and toilet, another would start up. And when I asked the guards if they would please make them stop, they would say, ‘We’re doing something about it’ or they would ignore me, or in one case, tell me to just, “shut up!” But nothing was ever done..

I did not learn until May of 2007, when they arrested me again for an alleged ‘probation violation’, ironically just three days prior to my custody trial, that the Washington County Jail had a ‘Special Needs Pod’ [Pod 7]. It’s very possible the special needs pod was not created until after my original incarceration in 2005. I was very outspoken to my assigned therapist, Johneen Manno-Verbeck, and others about what I felt was an extremely abusive experience, especially for a person who was severely disabled and presumably ‘innocent until proven guilty’.

If they created an entire “special needs pod” based on my letters, and my statements to Johneen, this meant they knew that they had mistreated me in their effort to obtain a coerced plea bargain rather than taking the case to trial. I knew after 2007, having access to fresh air and an exercise area, along with spending the day around other inmates with disabilities, who make up almost half of Oregon’s incarcerated population, would have made a big difference. I can say without doubt I would have never agreed to any sort of plea bargain for my role in what actually happened that would have made me a convicted felon and a registered sex offender for life!

While in the isolation dungeon in 2005, I asked several of the guards if I could possibly have a small portable radio or my talking book machine to help distract from the growing madness I was feeling. I was told no by the pod’s commanding officer, Sergeant Brown, though other inmates were able to sort of watch television from their cells, and there was a full rack of printed books available which they could choose a book and take it back into their cell to read.

Not even my requests for a Braille bible to the three chaplains I met was ever granted, despite their repeated promises. After that, I focused on prayer and meditation and gave up talking to any of the chaplains, who seen to visit the jail every day.

The courts have said, one of the most basic rights one has while being incarcerated is the right to read and write. They may limit what you read, and stop you from sharing your writings, like in the case of Chelsea Manning, but just the act of being able to read the thoughts of others and express one’s own thoughts and feelings in writing is a fundamental part of being human, and feeling alive.

Clearly, being able to read or write anything, would have helped me to focus on my legal dilemma, and able to assist in my own defense. Presumably, a constitutional right in America for anyone who is determined to have mental capacity and who is charged with a crime…but which America was I now in, I began to ask myself?

Here’s another reason why I know my ‘public pretender’ was assisting in the persecuter’s offense, rather than defending me from these well-placed thugs, and who I beleive are the real ones perverting our legal system in America.

Gregory Sholl could have made the argument that his office, which has a constitution obligation to defend every indigent client when accused of a serious crime, is simply not being given the rsources by the state to meet it’s legal obligation to its clients.

He could have argued, if he wanted to, ‘My client has a degree in both pre-law and political science from Georgia State University. He graduated with honors. This certified letter from last November to Robert Hermann and Dennis Marley clearly documents that he is qualified, and capable, of assisting in his own defense, given an opportunity.’

He could have went on to say, ‘And only by having access to his adaptive technology will my client be able to assist in his own defense. This adaptive equipment is located in his home in Lake Oswego. So simply by placing an ankle bracefet on my defendent, surely the state would be capable of both protecting the public sfety at the same time it is monitoring the movements of a man who is, frankly your honor, completely blind! Not to mention, who is also partially deaf!’

In this reality, he says something like, I apologize to the court for my angry outburst. thank you, your honor–‘

But “my lawyer” never made any of these arguments on behalf of his client, just stood there and mumbled like a well-coached idiott (or witness)…

From the time humans began gathering in small groups and living in shelters, and began to care for each other, it was common knowledge that providing some fresh air to a member of the clan who was feeling ill often helped speed up their recovery. Yet, those who are locked into the Medical Observation Unit or isolation bubble of the Washington County Jail are never given any fresh air or sunshine, unlike the inmates in the general population which has a small outside area for each pod.

Apparently, Bob Hermann, Pat Garrett or the former-Sheriff, Rob Gordon, never watched or read the story about the young Swiss girl, Heidi, who could barely walk. That is, until she was brought to the Swiss Alps and healed by the fresh mountain air.

Rather than being taking to the hospital, as she should have been, one day before she died, 26-year-old Madaline Pitkin was ironically moved into what I believe was the exact same cell in the isolation dungeon where I was first put by one of the indifferent Washington County deputy drones, “cell 21”.

Would Madaline be alive today if she had been able to get some fresh air and fresh water while she was withdrawing from heroin?

What I’m sure the county lawyers know now, is that during the last nine days of her life Madaline Pitkin needed to be put into a hospital, receiving fluids, intravenously, and not locked into the isolation dungeon, where they conveniently didn’t have to watch her die, or didn’t have to watch me being tortured…

Pat Garrett and the sheriff’s department want to now blame it all on the nurses, who can’t enter any of the cells without the permission of the deputies on duty, even if the inmate is near death and needs immediate medical attention.

For the next year, the small enclosed yards are the only contact that many of the inmates will have with the outside world. While in these exercise areas, which are about ten-by-fifteen foot spaces, inmates often walk around the outside edge dozens and dozens and dozens of times, for exercise. While other inmates gather in the center of the small cemented area, talking and breathing deeply, staring at the sky and trying to catch a glimpse of the sun.

I was told the high walls and razer wire made this almost impossible, except for on the sunniest days when a radical ray of sunshine was able to slip past the dutiful deputies and find its way to one of the desperate, vitamin D depleted dangerous political prisoners.

Yet, curiously, the general medical unit provided no access to fresh air to those who needed it the most.

And the Isolation dungeon was worse than the general medical unit since the extra metal door made the air even more stale and harder to breathe. This was especially true during the colder months, when these particular cells, which were the most isolated, filled with a strong odor of chimney smoke from the neighborhood, causing most of the inmates to sleep with wool blankets pulled over their faces.

Unlike the general population, all of the inmates in the medical unit were forced to eat in their cells. Except that there were no tables or chairs.

As a blind person, this made eating almost impossible. If you’re severely visually-impaired, you need both hands to eat. By holding the plastic spork with one hand we use the other hand, or a piece of bread if you have one, to guide the food into it. So rather than eating with your hands or just eating the food dropped on the floor, which was disgustingly dirty, often, i ended up laying or sitting on the cement floor to eat.

This is when I realized the floor was covered with a layer of dirt and some sort of sticky stuff that I probably didn’t want to identify. My request for cleaning materials was denied. I was told by Sergeant Brown that the Washington County Jail felt it wouldn’t be safe to let me clean my own cell, apparently because of my blindness. Not surprisingly, no one else ever came to clean it. Unless I wanted to use my only towel or the clothes I was wearing, I was forced to live under these unhealthy conditions for almost two weeks. Then I found out a month later from my last cell mate that they always gave cleaning supplies to other inmates who asked, who weren’t blind. I was outraged by this blatant bigotry!

You see, I was encouraged as a boy from an early age to sit when I urinate, rather than spraying the bathroom with my urine, and marking my territory. So rather than having to constantly clean up the mess, as I was made to do, I decided long ago sitting down, like a girl, wasn’t so bad!

Since there were no toilet seats on the toilets that could be raised, its obvious the last inmate didn’t need to sit and probably cared nothing about missing the bowl, so my toilet was especially filthy…that is, until I agreed to take their coerced plea bargain to get out. Then suddenly, everything changed.

Truth is, I’ve never been the same after those first eleven or twelve days in Washington County’s isolation dungeon-

After about two or three days the continuous screaming and pounding coming from the cell next to mine and across the way began to make me feel like I was going crazy, just as they planned. I realize now, I was beginning to suffer from symptoms of PTSD, which before this I thought only soldiers exposed to battlefields ever got.

I know this, because after being released, I began to jump at even the slightest loud noise, and would sometimes begin to shake or tremble for no reason. I found the medical marijuana has especially helped with this particular symptom of PTSD.

I have also discovered all sorts of little things, called triggers, would immediately get me into this fight or flight response, and I would sometimes go into a fit of rage over almost nothing. Of course, you only realize this after the fact.

Unfortunately, the treatment program I was forced to attend for almost two years was never intended to deal with any of these symptoms directly, which I realize now only made my condition worse.

So, by the end of the first week, I was starting to really lose it since I couldn’t ever sleep for more than a couple hours at a time, which made it impossible to think straight. What was happening was nothing like I had experienced before.

I had a couple “all-nighters” in college, working on a paper, but this was a whole different world — a world of intentionally induced, total madness.

I thought, one of the most basic rights in our American justice system is allowing every American to assist in their own defense, if at all possible. yet, as it seemed to be the intent of the Washington County Jail and the county prosecutors, I couldn’t think or focus any more on my situation, and how best to describe my side of the story. which was a very, very different story than Bob Hermann and Greg Olson were telling–

(See: “3 Americas, A pearl Necklace for Christmas”)
http://www.wolfeout.com

The only time in my life I had ever been in a jail, before this, was when I was nineteen. I remember, Tennessee John and me were leaving a minor league baseball game in Jacksonville, Florida, on a warm summer night. The team had won big, I remember that, so we were feeling pretty good. I was holding on to John’s elbow because of my night blindness. Back then, I still had a little bit of what they called shadow vision, except at night, when I was completely blind.

When we got to the parking lot these two guys started heckling us, calling us “queers!” John, shook off my hand and headed toward one of them he was yelling back at! A moment later, the other guy, Scot something, who probably didn’t know I was blind, sucker-punched me square in the face. Because of my many years of wrestling, I recovered quickly. A few seconds later, this guy, who was about a foot taller than me, ended up laying flat on his face, where I was holding him down. When the police came up, they arrested John and me and as usual never bothered to ask how the fight got started. Just took the word of the girlfriend who was watching.

About a year later, this guy’s girlfriend introduced herself to me at the North Campus, although we never talked again about watching me kick her ex-boyfriend’s ass, and we ended up being lovers for awhile.

While I have good reason to single out the two women mentioned here, I should also mention I personally knew about a dozen other Navy wives I knew through the local junior college who all but a few had boyfriends (like my older brother) while their husbands were out to sea.

On the other hand, I can assure you that not all navy wives are fooling around. One semester I car-pooled with a navy wife in Jacksonville who was studying nursing while her husband was on active duty and out to sea, which was most of the time we knew each other. But there was never a doubt that, in the year we hung out together, she was fully dedicated to both her marriage and her nursing program. So characterizing an entire group because of a few “bad actors”, almost never works.

While this wasn’t always the case, in a patriarchal culture, I suspect cheating on one’s spouse is fairly equal between men and women in America today. Everyone knows that from the time the first boat set sail, most of these brave adventurous, sailors have been both off sailing the seas and playing house in the next “friendly port”, while their lonely wives stayed home raising the kids.

However, today, these same active-duty wives, like Linda Clingenhoffer, or Clingen- something, are often back home getting a little more “education”, and perhaps, more sexual equality…

So let me end this whole thread with this final story. The first Navy wife I ever met was sleeping with these to brothers I knew in Michigan, wile her husband was out to sea.

Just prior to moving to Florida in 1981, I was playing in a band and two of us moved to Grand Rapids. Our bass player, Brett Mousseau who I knew from the blind school, introduced me to his brother Dan and his girlfriend.

When we first got there, we stayed with Brett’s brother. Dan was sleeping with this young woman, named “Tera”, or maybe “Tara”, who I soon learned was “happily” married. Apparently, her husband was a sailor and was gone out to sea. She was supposed to be staying with her parents in Grand Rapids while her husband was working off a ship, coincidentally based out of Jacksonville, Florida.

After Brett and me rented a house, she began coming over to our house and occasionally spending the night with Brett, who said Dan knew. So apparently, she was now sleeping with both of the brothers, and I’m pretty sure her husband had no idea, thinking his faithful wife was safe, home with her parents until he returned from duty.

Since Brett had pretty much given up playing the bass guitar that summer, and I figured it was only a matter of time before this lady’s husband showed up one night with a gun, I decided to move out before the end of the month.

I did leave a note for Brett, explaining my reasons for moving, with a phone number where I could be reached. My rent was paid up through the end of the month and as far as I was concerned everything was square between us. But what evening I got a call from Brett’s brother, Dan Mousseau, who started threatening me, saying I owed him $400 for next month’s rent since I didn’t give a thirty day notice. Obviously, I told him where he could go, and made the decision that night I was going to move to Jacksonville, Florida. My parents had moved there about a year earlier, and the idea had been kicking around my head for awhile.

So when I first moved there, I was a little concerned about the Mousseau brothers, and whether or not they might someday decide to visit Jacksonville (to get their $400) wile the husband was out to sea.

So one day I decided to talk to the “cheating navy wife”, and ask her if she knew Dan had threatened me over some rent money. I wanted to tell her that it seemed pretty petty and stupid, given what I knew about what the Mousseau’s had been doing — sharing the wife of a American sailor while he was out to sea (and who we know was trained to kill the “enemy”).

You should have heard the shock sound in this lady’s voice when I called her home in Jacksonville, since I knew her husband’s full name and their number was listed.

When I called, her husband answered the phone. He paused for moment, as though he wanted to ask me another question, but then he put her on the line. After saying hello I casually asked her if he knew anything about Brett and Dan, and she got real nervous, and told me, ‘please don’t ever call back’.

For the record, I never did, but I always did wonder what she told him about me and the mysterious phone call?

In truth, it’s possible the husband knew everything. As I soon discovered, many of these couples, who are in the navy and separated for up to eight or nine months a year, have their own unspoken “don’t ask, don’t tell” understanding…so who knows?

And since this chapter is partly about dirty, lying government-paid lawyers, I should probably add this story here. It’s about a sleezy attorney I once knew from Grand Rapids, who ended up being an attorney for the EPA.

One of my “friends” at Michigan State was this guy named Chuck Rooks. After quiting school, joining a rock and roll band, and eventually moving to the rock and roll capital of the world, Grand Rapids, Chuck would often stop bye when he wasn’t in school to party.

So once we both went to the home of this blind couple who I met during beeper ball practice. And so during this game of monopoly, ironically, Chuck stole an entire bag of weed from me. When it disappeared, we searched everywhere and tore the livingroom and bathroom apart looking for it. Chuck swore he would never do that to a friend, and so I left that night andd assumed this real classy totally-blind couple, who had invited us over for dinner, had stolen my smoke

About a week or two later Chuck and me were riding back from Lansing and he wipped out this joint. Obviously, I was shocked because Chuck had never had weed during the entire year I had known him. We always smoked either mine, or someone I knew. But never, not even once, did we ever smoke Chuck’s weed.

So I get real quiet, and he admits he had stolen the weed from me so that I wouldn’t smoke so much so fast…(without him)!

After getting my weed back, I made him drop me off on the interstate and I hitch-hiked back to Grand Rapids. He tried to contact me a few times, but really, why would I want to ever trust a guy like this.

After moving to Atlanta in 1992, I found out he’s a lawyer for the government at the EPA…that’s almost funny–

I remember one interesting story Chuck told me while we were both attending Michigan State, in the fall of 1978. And the government wonders why no one trrusts them, but look they hire!

I remember, a few of us were sitting around drinking coffee. I was a big sports fan back then, so this story caught my ear, and I never forgot it.

Chuck began telling us about how him and another guy were walking down the sidewalk on campus, and they saw Magic Johnson and another player coming toward them. Chuk said he stepped on to the grass, and his friend moved over to the edge of the sidewalk, when this happened.

Acoording to Chuck, Magic Johnson, for no reason, shove his friend off the sidewalk, into him!

Since Magic went on to win a national championship for Michigan State that year, it seems strange that he would risk his future by doing something like this to another student in public.

There were over 45,000 students on campus, and I would guess there had to be no less than a dozen eyes locked on him every time he was outside, walking around.

I would suspect, an alleged assault by any black player against a white student (which would appear to be racially motivated), would have been hard to quiet, and certainly threatened Magic’s eligibility…but apparently it was never reported by anyone. Hmmm…

But just like the crap he had told me about my blind friends from beeper ball and how he knew for sure that they had stole my bud, I suspect it was more of the same bigoted crap, just like what we little people almost always get today from most government lawyers.

So back to my Jacksonville jailing. Tennessee John and me ended up only spending a few hours in the “drunk” tank before we were released. When I appeared in court, I was told by a Jacksonville Judge my record would be completely expunged if I stayed out of trouble for the next sixty days, which I did.

Yet, “my lawyer”, the Washington County Public Pretender Gregory Scholl, allowed the Washington County persecutors and the court to use this “previous conviction” against me in determining the final sentencing of my coerced plea bargain — become a felon and a registered sex offender for life! As ‘provided for in the state guidelines’, he explained.

I slowly learn that this, along with almost everything else “my attorney” told me was a lie.

Even the Measure 11 Offense they filed against me was willfully misconstrued, and applied inappropriately in my case based on the facts. As like in almost cases involving the poor and under-educated, this was done to get me to both take a plea bargain that would include a class C felony and to substantially increase the unreasonable bail they demanded — a quarter of a million dollars!

I didn’t fully understand until two years later, when they arrested me on an alleged PV violation just three days prior to my custody trial in Eugene, which cost the life of Rebecca Karnes and eight other people (see ‘Open Letter to Sheriff Hanlin’), that the entire prosecution was a well-arranged “modern lynching” — a theatrical performance for the dumb blind guy who had been seriously misled about our American justice system, not to mention the anxious vigilantes (Many of whom I would be lucky enough to soon meet since I was longer eligible to live in any sort of subsidized housing for the severely disabled).

Fact is, the only “crime” I had ever committed — which amounts to disturbing the peace, was, or should have been, expunged long ago by the State of Florida. Not to mention, my fake lawyer, Gregory Scholl, should have zealously fought to not allow my 1980 plea of “nolo contender [no contest]” to be used against me during sentencing.

The fact that Scholl was recently promoted to run the county’s public defenders office; and had obviously conspired with prosecutors to intentionally misapply a Measure Eleven statute against his own client in 2005, who was severely disabled; and did this by acting in collusion with the assigned DDA, Greg Olson, who was suspended by the BAR in 2006 for the same sort of misconduct; says everything about Oregon’s criminal injustice system.

Despite my written request, Scot Emerson and the Oregon BAR wouldn’t even bother to take a few minutes to investigate my allegation of Scholl’s obvious complicity in what they did to me, and are still doing to me–

Scholl, Marley and Olson all played me like a complete blind sucker, ironically, much like the Chicago mobsters played Ray Charles. Despite the inconvenience, Ray out smarted them and began insisting that he be paid for all of his performances in one dollar bills!

It was about four or five days after I was locked up. I was sitting in my cell doing nothing, as I did every minute of every day. The small speaker in the corner beeped, and then I heard a guard said “Your lawyer’s here to see you.” Only problem with this claim, was that he wasn’t my lawyer since I had no money to pay a lawyer. As I eventually learned by February of 2010, my interests from the beginning would have been far better served by representing myself.

Even though I was on probation until February 16th, 2010, the Washington County District Attorney’s Office put out a warrant for me in January of 2010 because of the $860 I still owed. I was told specifically by more than one probation officer this fee did not have to be paid in full until the date I was scheduled to complete my probation, on February 16th. I was told, being completely released from probation may depend on how much of this “debt” had been paid, and whether or not I had made formal arrangements to pay the remainder. I had every intentions of meeting my financial obligation by the February 16th, 2010 deadline, and not one second sooner.

However, when I showed up on February 6th, 2010 with a receipt, dated February 5, 2010, showing I had paid this debt in full I was immediately arrested.

Even though I provided the deputy a handwritten copy of my confirmation number, written the previous day by an administrative assistant of Erin Fitzgerald, a local attorney I knew formally with the Multnomah County District Attorneys Office, who took down the number for me.

I was first arrested. Then I was forced to strip naked,receive another rectal examination (another rape), and made to wear a set of orange jumpers until I went before the judge later that day.

This time, I was smart enough to tell the deputy I was going to be ‘pro se’ and represent myself. He didn’t seem real happy about this choice, but this way, for the first time, I was able to explain my case in my own words.

When I went before the judge that afternoon I told him that I had showed the deputy my handwritten receipt from Ms. Fitzgerald’s assistant proving that my debt had been completely paid off, even though it wasn’t due for ten days. I explained to the judge, I was forced to strip naked anyway, and I felt it wasn’t right what they did to me that day, searching my rectum like that.

In what seemed like a gesture of agreement, the judge immediately released me from probation one week early and told me to go home. He must have realized, Among the six defendants standing before him, I was the only one who had paid their debt in full, yet I was the only one dressed in an orange jumper. In other words, the judge knew none of the others had paid off their debts, yet none of them, except me, were stripped and butt searched, like I was.

It’s right there for everyone to see. They were all dressed in street clothes, except the “cripple” guy! But this is what Bob Hermann has always been doing to people with disabilities or who appear “defective” in Washington County…

Funny thing, I’m pretty sure it was the same female Washington County Deputy who put me in with a murderer in 2005, who arranged to have me stripped and butt searched that day. I know she was there that day when I brought in my receipt, and I know it was the exact same lady guard who walked me from a cell in the Medical Observation Unit in 2005 and put me back into the isolation dungeon…and put me in a cell with a convicted murderer!

Fortunately for me, or so I thought back in 2005, Washington County was kind enough to provide me with a “free” lawyer. Except, nothings really free in America, especially for those of us in the “Third America”.

At first, hearing that my lawyer was here to see me made me immediately feel a lot better. It was one of the very few bright moments I spent in Bob Hermann’s isolation dungeon, like Abraham’s two brief visits. Visits that Bob Hermann and Greg Olson quickly ended, with no sort of due process hearing, knowing this would further stress me out, as it did.

But it soon became obvious that Gregory Scholl, or “Gregory Troll” as I began calling him, cared nothing about his clients. I was brought into a room and was seated by a guard, facing a glass window. Even though I told the lawyer several times that I could barely hear him through the thick glass, he just kept on talking, as though it didn’t really matter. He was right. I learned later, he was gunning for, and eventually got to be the director of the county’s “public pretender office”. As far as the county is concerned, his only job is to get every indigent client to sign a plea bargain, and nothing else matters.

Apparently, he rarely missed a meal on behalf of a client.

Once when Christel came to visit, she saw him leaving and described him by saying, “Did you know, your lawyer is an extremely fat looking little troll”, so that’s what I started calling him, “Gregory Troll”, since he did absolutely nothing to help me. But he did do Bob Hermann and the Oregon BAR a great favor, by pretending to provide me with “effective council”, as allegedly provided to all indigent defendants accused of a felony under the U.S. Constitution.

That first visit, Scholl brought two people with him. A woman, and a man named Bernard Moore, who Christel later said ‘also looked pregnant, but was a lot taller than Troll’.

Scholl also said he had a private investigator working with him, who I curiously never met, and said his “team” would make sure I got a fair trial. Almost immediately, I began telling him what was happening to me in the jail and ‘I sure needed some legal help right away’. I told him how they wouldn’t let me even have a paper cup for water in my cell, and wouldn’t let me have anything to read, or let my son come and visit me any more. Scholl claimed we would get together later and go over all of this…but we never did.

Other than reducing my bail from $250,000 to $75,000, which made little difference, my lawyer did nothing to change the conditions of my confinement. So during one of my short breaks out of the cell, I got another inmate, who could barely write, to write a letter to the court labeled “Motion for Habeas Corpus”. I then had a guard help me mail it to what I realize now was the persecutors’ hand-picked judge (and maybe why they waited until December 30th to present their case to the grand jury), Washington County Circuit Judge Donald Letourneau.

In case you don’t know, the jail has a system of rotating circuit judges in and out of the jail every thirty days. Presumably, and as a matter of due process, these judges oversee most of the procedural hearings and some of the simple motions being filed with the court, and the more serious matters (like allegations of having tortured a blind man for eleven days) are handled through the main court.

The way my habeas corpus claim was mishandled should be the first sign, other than the ridiculous Measure 11 indictment against me, that proves Washington County and its County Jail regularly conspire with the circuit court in criminal cases being adjudicated through its county on behalf of the State of Oregon.

As this chapter documents, I was clearly being intentionally tortured by Rob Gordon and his staff. This includes an African-American man named Sergeant Brown, who supervised the Medical Observation Unit, and may have been ultimately responsible for Madaline Pitkin’s murder.

Why would any jail put a completely blind man, who was partially deaf, in solitary confinement (in what they intentionally call the “Isolation Bubble”) for eleven days, even though he broke no rules? Did they want to make sure he couldn’t sleep…or have anything to read or listen to, except the inmates who were screaming and pounding all day and night? Were they intentionally trying to make him go crazy, in order to win their case?

After reading my writings, do you really think the community was in danger by not placing an ankle bracelet on me and allowing me access to my talking computer, or was that the real problem with them letting me go home, and await trial?

So rather than moving my habeas corpus hearing to the circuit court, across the street, where this motion should have been heard, Judge Letourneau and my lawyer, Greg Scholl, allowed this hearing to be held in the privacy and secrecy of the jail. Was it because it was very unlikely that the media or any credible observer would hear something odd about this case and become suspicious…about why Washington County was treating a completely blind man — an accused indigent defendant, in such a dirty, despicable way?

Given my own history of abuse as a young, near-sighted boy growing up in Lansing, Michigan, and what I know about how these wealthy pedophile predators operate, it is more than curious that my case went before Judge Letourneau. If you don’t remember, Judge Donald Letourneau is the same judge who once ruled that Oregon’s most notable missing child, Kyron Horman, should be placed in with his mother, who the court very likely knew had a serious pharmaceutical addiction problem, rather than his dad, who worked for Intell and had a steady income and home available.

Was this when Kyron was “ticketed”, as they say? I remember when I was ticketed, sometime shortly after I came into the office of Dr. Richard A. Lewis with the University of Michigan Medical Center in Ann Arbor…

So, why did Bob Hermann and Dennis Marley wait until December 30th, 2004, to bring this case before the grand jury and indict me that same day — the last day of the year? Did they want to make sure Judge Letourneau would be the one “handling” my case, since his “turn” would begn on January 2, 2005? Did they feel confident I would take their dirty plea deal before February 1st, when another judge would be rotated in?

Anyway, the habeas corpus petition I filed with Judge Letourneau was really brief, because of the “help” they provided, quickly describing the horrific conditions I was being held under, as a severely disabled person.

I wasn’t too specific, thinking I would have a chance to explain better at the hearing, so I only asked for any sort of relief the court would offer from these circumstances. I wondered, why wouldn’t they put an ankle bracelet on me, so then I would have access to my talking computer and printer, and my talking books, and my telephone, and a private bathroom and shower, and access to a cup for water when I got thirsty?

But Judge Letourneau, who I learned was also responsible for having once taken Kyron Horman, Oregon’s most famous missing child, away from his dad, Kaine Horman, never allowed me a formal hearing in response to my ‘motion for habeas corpus’. Wouldn’t you think a competent circuit judge would direct my (fake) lawyer to arrange for an expert to testify about how a blind and deaf person might be effected by this sort of undeserved isolation and abuse? But Judge Letourneau only let Troll mumble a few words that made no sense at all, and never allowed me to speak on my own behalf. He quickly dismissed my habeas corpus petition. And in retaliation for filing my motion, Sergeant Brown and Sheriff Gordon decided a couple days later to have this masculine-sounding female deputy, who I believe had arrange to have me “raped” by another Washington County deputy in February of 2010, put me back into the isolation dungeon, with a convicted murderer who had Hepatitis C.

Seems like this “inmate” couldn’t wait to tell me that he had once murdered his cell mate and had to spend another ten years in prison! He went on to say he was a disciple of Aleister Crowley, although I didn’t know for sure what this meant…

It soon became obvious that while I was in the jail I had no rights at all, other than what they decided. During the first month Gregory Scholl cancelled several of my hearings, hearings over both the habeas corpus motion I had to file on my own behalf and the motion to reduce my bail, which he had filed. After getting ready and waiting for several hours, eventually I was told by the guards that ‘Your lawyer cancelled the hearings because he’s sick ((again)’, which I realize now was partly true. Greg Scholl is a real sick bastard and helped my wife take away my son!

But here’s the ‘smoking gun’ that proves Scholl’s complicity in helping the DDA obtain a coerced plea bargain. Apparently, according to Scholl, a ‘post release evaluation report’ had to be done before the bail hearing could be held. This was the law, he said.

I remember, I waited all day for this so-called expert to interview me before they wrote the report. Despite that I was never interviewed by anyone, apparently Greg Olson, Greg Scholl and this other person conspired to submit a falsified post release evaluation report to the Court. One only needs to read this report and compare it to my own writings to know they never actually spoke to me, as I suspect the report claims.

Along with making sure not one day of the 42 days I served counted toward any future re-sentencing if “they” decided to revoke my probation, and I started talking, (like if I happen to come up with some new evidence, like the hidden letter my wife sent to Detective Marley, and was able to somehow get a new trial).

The post release report used in my case once again proves how truly deceitful (and well coordinated) the Washington County courts, law enforcement, the persecutors and the public pretenders are, when it comes to indigent defendants–

After about three weeks of enduring this abuse, and I agreed to take the dirty plea bargain, things finally started getting better…at least, for a little while. The jailers most have not known that I had just filed the habeas corpus motion, which I described above, or they would have made sure I never got out of solitary confinement.

it was late one night. Besides a lady deputy, named Olsen, the only other decent deputy I met in the jail, along with one of the nurses, came into my cell to see if I was okay. They found me with toilet paper stuffed in both ears and tears running down my face. I begged them to please get me out of here away from these messed up people. I heard them say something to each other about how horrible “this” was — putting a blind guy in a tiny cement room where people were screaming and pounding all day and night. They quickly had me grab my meager belongings and moved me from the crazy-making, Isolation dungeon into the general medical observation unit.

I was put in with a half-Mexican fellow from Sacramento named Chris. It was unbelievable. It was almost like I had been set free! We talked for hours and read the bible together until he was transferred into the general population a few days later.

Apparently, he was withdrawing from meth. I wondered why he wasn’t also put into the isolation dungeon, since someone had told me that it was designed for anyone withdrawing from hard drugs. And since there was space available in the general medical unit, I wondered why they hadn’t put me out there instead…a little closer to freedom–

After Chris was transferred out I was told I had also been cleared to move into the general population by the medical staff, but the jailers refused to move me, and wouldn’t explain why.

After a couple of weeks in the jail I began to desperately crave the taste of fresh air and the Medical Unit had no outside area; the so-called “medical unit” seemed more like an underground tomb.

I never stopped asking to be transferred into the general population. Finally, I got one of the deputies to say, ‘Sergeant Brown thinks it’s for your own safety that you be kept here in the Medical Observation Unit’. fact is, I was being kept in there solely because I am blind, with no regard to the effect on my physical or mental health. And with no regard to my rights as an accused defendant trying to prepare myself for trial.

I think their reasons for keeping me in the isolation dungeon were far more nefarious. If they wanted to use conventional or subtle forms of torture as coercive persuasion, especially to someone who was blind and partially deaf and would already be naturally disoriented, then the Isolation Bubble of the Medical Observation Unit was the perfect place to carry out such a plan. Especially, if the objective was to force the individual to comply, and get them to sign some blank pieces of paper and waive their right to a speedy trial, or their right to have any trial at all! Then disorientating them and placing them in a state of confusion and fear then this remote area of the jail would likely work with most. It did with me, after about thirty-five days.

The medical explanation is that, common techniques used in classical brainwashing have been found to work by causing a cortical inhibition of the higher cerebral function which are key elements of coercive persuasion: physical exhaustion; denial of food; isolation; debilitation; degradation; discipline; and fear. All of these techniques, when directed to a person being held in captivity, are described by the C.I.A., Amnesty International, and under international Law and the Geneva Convention, as being “forms of torture”. The Washington County Sheriff, Rob Gordon and the District Attorney, Bob Hermann, had all of these techniques used against me by their county deputies.

Naomi Klein’s international best-seller, “The Shock Doctrine” describes specifically the first technique of torture used against me. She described how the University of Chicago published a study in which they referred to this willful practice as being the ‘twin torture technique’, in which the captor is subjected to extreme sensory depravation, followed by, or corresponding with, sensory overload. The screaming and pounding never stopped, in the Isolation Bubble-

A few days later, after my cell mate, Chris, was transferred, instead of moving some one into this cell with me, located in the general Medical Observation Unit area, the same female deputy described earlier, and who had begun targeting me with verbal abuse, forced me back into the Isolation Bubble with the tireless screamers.

One evening, this same female deputy came into the cell where me and my last cell mate, Thornburg, were at. She told Thornburg in front of me that I was faking my blindness to get out of jail.

For the record, Dr. Richard A. Lewis, from the University of Michigan Medical Center wrote a report when I was eleven-years-old which said that my older brother and I had a degenerative eye condition called Retinitus Pigmentosa. He went on to say that our prognosis was to both be completely blind within the next ten years. Even though my brother had fairly good vision at the time, and even legally drove for a couple years, I was already legally blind by that time and lost the rest of my useable vision at eighteen. My older brother was lucky enough to not go blind until his early twenties.

I quickly realized, this cell was different than the last time I was put into the isolation dungeon since it had two bunks.

I soon learned that the fellow in the other bed, which was nothing more than a raised cement slab that resembled a crypt, said he had spent nine years in prison for once murdering a cell mate.

He explained, this time he was re-arrested after hurting his feet while running from the police a few days earlier. He told me he had used a shotgun to blast his way out of a Scapoose motel room when he was cornered by the police for violating his parole. He said he had run into the woods where he was able to hide for several days, where he injured his feet, before being caught.

Coincidentally, the assistant prosecutor, Greg Olson, had practiced law in Scapoose, Oregon before he joined the district attorneys office.

The murderer, who I began referring to as “Java the Hut” whenever I would speak to Christel or my parents, was really anxious to tell me that he had already spent eighteen years in prison. And most of that time was for murdering this one cell mate who he said had pissed him off one day.

He never told me exactly what it was that had pissed him off so much that made him kill the guy. I couldn’t help but wonder why…

Perhaps, to provoke a physical confrontation with me, he would yell, “WAKE UP WOLFE!” every time I would start to fall asleep. Once I privately complained to Sergeant Brown, but that was a mistake, because then after I fell asleep he started smacking the floor next to me with something like a spoon or pencil.

The first two weeks in the jail I knew I was intentionally subjected to serious sleep deprivation. Then for the last five or six days I had been able to get a complete night of sleep while I was bunking with Chris from California. So this new effort to deprive me of sleep was extremely upsetting; Somehow, I found myself back in Washington County’s “sleep deprivation chamber”.

I understand now. But while I was in there it didn’t make any sense. Why WOULD they let any inmate abuse someone who was severely disabled by letting him wake me up every time I would START TO fall asleep?

Thanks to Doctor Joey “Frankenstein” Matarazzo and five other dirty shrinks from OHSU, making an accused defendant feel sleep deprived isn’t considered to be torture. According to a report these monsters wrote, who have been directly link to the CIA’s two torture freaks from Washington State, Mitchell and Jessen, the government can ethically and legally keep someone awake for years, and years. And these experts say, even though it will eventually kill the prisoner, and make them very, very sick, it’s not unconstitutional if they think the person is guilty of something. Innocent until proven guilty no longer applies in America, or at least, it doesn’t apply in Oregon if you’re poor or disabled.

And this is exactly what they have been doing to me for the last eight or nine years, from 2009-20018. And apparently, it’s all part of the process of breaking the accused (or coerced) down on behalf of the prosecutors from the moment the indigent suspect is arrested. This is especially true in cases they can’t afford to lose, like mine.

The next time when the guard brought the commissary order sheet they told this new cell mate to help me fill it out. After the deputy left, ‘Java the Hut’ told me I needed to give him half my order if I wanted his help in filling out yet another inaccessible government form. I said “forget it”, and pressed the “assistance” button and asked one of the deputies for some help filling out the commissary form when they get time.

But before the deputy came back, the convicted murderer warned me that the next time I left the cell, he would make sure I caught his Hepatitis C. Taking the bait, I asked how he planned to do this since I figured he would have to rape me, or cut me with something to infect me. And that wasn’t going to happen.

“over my dead body, fucker!” I thought.

However, he carefully explained how he was going to do this. “I only need to rub your toothbrush against my gums a few times”.

I thought about feeling my toothbrush being wet that same morning when I came back from the shower, and wondered if he already had–

I agreed to do what he wanted. But it was two years until I found the courage to discover if he actually had infected me; I’ve was really not wanting to go back to the Richmond Clinic and find out the results of the comprehensive STD blood test my doctor took in the spring of 2006, and that was, thankfully, negative. The tests I also took in 2008 and again in 2011 were also both negative, so I finally knew for sure he hadn’t infected me with anything.

I wasn’t sure how he knew so much about the embellished charges that had been leveled against me by the District Attorneys office and Detective Marley, but he did seem to know a lot more than I told anybody in the jail, including my own lawyer. He began telling me that he was really looking forward to seeing me at the State Penitentiary down in Salem, Oregon, and then laugh real weird.

He would ask me if I knew what they do to people like me down there, and went on to say something like, ‘probably before they kill you, which they would definitely do to someone like me, with the help of the guards, they would hold me down and-‘.

I sat up on my slab and yelled “Shut the fuck up ashole!” Which him laughed again.

After about a week or two of being terrorized every day by this creep, along with a few of the deputies, I called my useless lawyer and left a message, telling him I would do anything to get out of here! I also called Christel that evening and tearfully also told her I called Scholl and was going to take a plea bargain. I said, I had enough and would agree to any kind of deal as long as I didn’t have to go to prison. I knew they monitored all of our telephone calls and was warned about being careful what I said, but I just didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to get out, and would say what ever they wanted.

I began convincing myself, even prison, if they isolated me from the really dangerous inmates, would be a lot better than this. In prison you can have a radio and a guitar, and a cell with a somewhat private toilet to use, privately…

(See my work of “fiction”:
“The Prison Poop Porn Channel”
http://www.wolfeout.com

By now, I was starting to really go a little crazy from being so isolated from anything familiar. And it seemed like the Murderer was just waiting for an excuse to jump on me, and to probably kill me in self-defense. that’s what they would say, I’m sure. In an open space, maybe I could defend myself, but not in there- I could tell that he was well over six feet tall and sounded pretty big, and really stunk! I’m barely five-nine, and was about a hundred and eighty-five pounds back then.

Before I ever had a chance to speak to my attorney, just like magic, everything instantly changed! Right away, good things started happening. The following week, one of the guards offered to help me fill out a commissary request form. They also helped me fill out a request form that allowed Christel to bring me a deck of Braille cards and a Braille book from home, that still had its staples in it!

This was very strange, since when I had asked Sergeant Brown directly about getting something in Braille to read or getting my Braille cards he made it clear that it was firm jail policy that all publications or materials, such as books or playing cards, must come straight from the publisher or manufacturer. He added, “It’s for public safety reasons that we do this-” (You mean, like removing the staples?)

The best thing that happened that week, after I let Scholl know I would take the plea bargain, was that they moved ‘Java’ out and moved a friendly, petty-criminal fellow named Thornburg in with me.

We talked about all kinds of stuff. I learned a lot about the jail from Thornburg, stuff I should have been told the first day they took me into custody.

I told Thornburg about the time this female deputy screamed at me over the little speaker. “READ YOUR MANUAL!” She yelled.

I made the mistake of asking her a question about one of the jail’s policies. After she reprimanded me, I said I was blind, and asked if they had a Braille copy of the manual. Maybe she didn’t believe me either, I told Thornburg. She never said another word.

Or maybe I have embarrassed her in front of someone who was standing at the desk and happening to be listening, I thought to myself. The one thing I learned about most “law enforcement” people while in the jail is that they have these amazingly huge egos.

Thornburg and me began talking about opening a place called “Thornyburgers” and I came up with a jingle, and we both started writing a menu for Thornyburgers! I’m sure Thornburg knew it was really just about keeping our minds busy with something.

Sergeant Brown even let Thornburg clean our cell, including the toilet.

Having to use the toilet in the presence of female guards was surely the most humiliating experience of all since the toilet was in plain view of the door and the guards would presumably come around every fifteen minutes to check on us.

I noticed, some of the real sick deputies would come around when ever they saw me sitting on the toilet and say nothing, but tap on the glass, to humiliate me further. It wasn’t clear when they were watching, since I couldn’t hear much of anything through the glass cell door. But it was truly degrading to have someone you didn’t know, especially someone of the opposite gender, watching while I was using the bathroom, or worse, never really knowing when they were or weren’t watching–

I learned later, the Washington County Jail’s Medical Observation Unit and the Special Needs Pod both have a cell with a private shower and a somewhat more secluded toilet that would have effectively accommodated someone in my circumstances and provided some degree of privacy, had it been there intentions to allow me to await trial with some small degree of dignity and comfort. For that matter, putting me on home arrest, where I could use my computer, telephone and research and writing skills to mount my own defense, would have been the just thing for Judge Letourneau to do, given my unusual circumstances.

The State violated my most basic Constitutional right, to be considered innocent until proven guilty, and along with many of those in the local media, many of whom apparently sleep together, has continued to punish me for speaking out about Oregon’s injustice system and sharing my own experience with Johneen, and other former-political prisoners.

Shortly after Thornburg was moved into my cell, I met privately with the Washington County’s assigned Public pretender, Gregory Scholl, he had me signed a bunch of papers that he said needed to be signed if I wanted out.

By this point — after thirty-five days in the dungeon, I wasn’t able to focus on what he said or what he said was on the papers he wanted me to sign, if anything. Since I couldn’t read them and wasn’t given a copy to go over later, and there was no witness, they may have all been blank pages as far as I know.

He claimed one of them was an agreement to waive my right to a speedy trial. This is a right provided to all Americans under the U.S. Constitution to be brought before a jury of your peers within ninety days of your arrest. However, the courts in recent years have been denying this right to Americans with disabilities as an “accommodation” to the government.

As I thought about why Scholl wanted me to sign this one document, it didn’t really make sense. Waiving my right to a speedy trial wouldn’t matter until ninety days had passed. And Scholl promised me I would be released within a few days, which was true, since I was let out about a week later.

But like I said, I have no idea what I really signed that afternoon. Wouldn’t you think an Oregon lawyer with a client who was completely blind would be required by the Oregon BAR to have a witness or two present when the client was signing their life away? As I have learned since then, the Oregon BAR is more corrupt than the lawyers they pretend to “supervise”. And the fact that Troll didn’t bother to give me copies of what I signed ought to raise some questions in the mind of any reasonable person about what I actually did sign, or signed away–

Because of what has been happening over the last ten years whether I am home or away — being shocked or traumatized every day with some sort of psychotronic [electro magnetic high energy] weapons that can itch you, shock you, burn you, anger you, or just make you disorientated, I now wonder if I had been tricked into signing something by Troll to give them the right to experiment on me, now that I was a “cripple criminal” under the “law”?

As described in my September 2016 letter to the Oregon State Police (which you can read below), “my doctor”, Cliff Coleman, who works through Portland’ Oregon Health and Sciences University [OHSU], refused to treat a severe skin condition in November of 2014 which was, and still is, causing chunks of my scalp to fall off. I told Dr. Coleman I believe this is being caused by some kind of invisible laser. Coleman instead told me I just needed to get some “good” dandruff shampoo!

And just like the primates OHSU has been “experimenting” on and neglecting for many, many years, Dr. Coleman ordered no blood test for me; took no skin sample; gave me no prescription for the intense itching; never bothered to check my heart or lungs (as he usually did); and didn’t even bother to refer me to a skin specialist. Maybe it had something to do with the two female “medical students” who were standing next to him?

For the record, OHSU, a “research” hospital, has its own “Torture Center” and has been directly linked, through a creepy shrink named Matarazzo who developed forms of torture for the government, to Mitchell and Jessen, two psychiatrists from the American Psychiatry Association [APA] who were paid millions by the C.I.A. to torture alleged terrorists. And what better way for America to learn about torture than to torture “cripples” and “criminals”, just like the Nazi’s?

Normally, as everyone who knows me knows, I wasn’t shy about demanding my rights! But I guess, as I believe was their real intent all along, I just didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to go home-

I do remember that the county pretender said that the District Attorneys, Bob Hermann and Greg Olson, were insisting that I say these exact seven words in court before they would release me. I told him that this statement was untruthful and extremely misleading about how it really was:

(See “A Pearl Necklace for Christmas”)
http://www.wolfeout.com

When I suggested we needed to clarify what really happened, he made one thing perfectly clear. Mr. Gregory Scholl assured me that I would spend the next year in jail waiting for trial, and who really knew how that might turn out, if I didn’t say exactly what ‘Hermann Monster’ wanted, and agree to accept this “great deal” from the persecutors — agree to become a lifetime felon and a lifetime registered sex offender, and lose access to my son, ABRAHAM!

And lose the right to ever be considered credible, as an advocate for people with disabilities, as I’ve done all my life.

And forever lose the right to live in subsidized housing or anywhere else, other than a trailer park, or under a bridge somewhere.

And lose the right to ever get any sort of decent job, that pays more than $2.50 per hour, even if I was fully qualified for something better.

In other words, completely give up my right to ever exist, except in this third world in our ‘Third America’–

So on February 16, 2005 I was released from the Washington County Jail at about 4:30 in the afternoon. After boarding the train, I heard a man sitting behind me and across the way who I know now was the assistant persecutor, Gregory Olson. Him and his friends were laughing and having a good time, apparently feeling pleased over having abused me and my rights and having gotten away with it.

A year later Olson wasn’t so lucky and was suspended for six months by the BAR for doing the exact thing he did to me, and got away with-

And that night I left my door open, as Christel had asked me to do (even though she had a key). After I fell asleep, I felt her slip her naked body into the bed and snuggle up next to me.

I thought she had cleaned my sheets and made the bed for us, since we had begun to plan for this reunion when I told her I would agree to except a plea bargain and wouldn’t be going to court. A few weeks Later a neighbor told me that they had saw Christel and another man going into my apartment in Lake Oswego on Valentine’s Day…while I sat in jail–

——
(my computer blocked me from submitting this to your online contact
form for some funny reason.)

November 25, 2016

Dear Mr. President [Obama],

I am completely blind, partially deaf, and suffer from PTSD.

I live in a trailer park and publish a blog about issues concerning men with disabilities. Mostly about the criminal justice system and police misconduct.
http://www.wolfeout.com
[Now at: WolfeOut.com]

For almost six years I am being electrocuted every day by someone (Mike?). Many of these shocks are directed at my genitals (rape). Once while in the backyard I was sprayed with a hose that smelled like it was filled with dog manure, ironically, just after the movie “Selma” came out.

Since I’ve been here, they have stolen my ballot, my debit card, and anything I live outside.

I wrote to the FBI and anyone else I could think of, yet no one does anything to stop them, and they continue to assault me, including today, around 10:00 a.m., when I was shocked in my crotch again.

My web site probably explains better why the police are protecting these thugs, or maybe, the police are the ones doing this to me because of my medical marijuana advocacy. (See my article below about the killing of Jordan Case, a young, unarmed white guy who was stoned at the time he was murdered by police.)

So, do you think I have a write to contact Alex Jones (which was also blocked today) and write about how the police are killing people with disabilities every day in America, too?

Disability lives matter too, Mr. President!

I wonder, are these new weapons being used on me every day the reason why there are so many shootings in America…

Sincerely,
Don Wolfe
(my computer blocked me from submitting this to your online contact form, for some funny reason…)

Don Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
503-774-3424

(my computer blocked me from submitting this to your online contact
form for some funny reason.)

November 23, 2016

Dear Governor Brown,

Happy Thanksgiving…I suppose-

As you know, I am completely blind, partially deaf, and suffer from PTSD.

This morning, after making coffee, I decided to call the county election office to see if my vote was counted. Three years ago one of the park’s employees (Charles) stole my ballot (and debit card), and was never prosecuted.

Just as I picked up the phone this morning I was electrocuted again in the genitals. This happens several times a day, but mostly at night. I believe it is a man named “mike” who is doing this to me. He stands just outside of my RV and is shooting me me with some kind of weapon that penetrates the aluminum wall.

I believe law enforcement is helping him, or protecting him because of my writings (see below) over police abuse and medical marijuana.

Can you help with my civil rights problem — being tortured and sexually assaulted every day!

Thanks,
Don Wolfe
Donald R. Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
(503) 774-3424 (temporarily out of order?)

September 11, 2016

Oregon State Police
3565 Trelstad Avenue
Salem, OR 97317

Re: Annual RSO registration form and photo, and request for reasonable accommodation based on disability.

DISABILITY:
I am completely blind (University of Michigan Medical Center, Ann Arbor, MI) with a significant hearing impairment (Melita Green, Voc Rehab, Springfield, OR). I have also been diagnosed with PTSD (Dr. Eon Starr of LifeWorks, Portland, OR). I am also no longer able to use a white cane properly (safely) with my right arm because of being struck by a reckless driver on October 31, 2010 (OHSU Hospital, Portland, OR), while campaigning for a ballot measure to create medical marijuana dispensaries in Oregon.
To whom it may concern:

Once again, in the year 2016, I am forced to request a reasonable accommodation in allowing me to provide my annual RSO registration form, along with a current photograph, by certified mail, for the following reasons:

1. Based on my disabilities, as described above, and my inability to safely travel in Oregon, for the reasons described below;

2. Because of my worsening PTSD and a complete inability to protect myself from vigilantes or identify the person or persons who continue to regularly attack me, I am unable to travel safely as a severely disabled RSO. Further, as described below, I continue to be assaulted in my home and yard almost every day, both physically and psychologically, by persons I can not identify, although I know the local police and the park’s manager are protecting them, and even assisting them at times.

A. Most of the assaults are a sort of electrical shock. They occur mostly at night, and sometimes occur as many as one hundred times per day. The shocks are directed at my feet, hands, head, and genitals. As is evident in the enclosed photos, my scalp is apparently being severely burnt while I am sleeping. If you compare a recent photo to one from 2005, you can clearly see that most of my scalp tissue has been burned off (at least a quarter to 1/2 inch of skin is now gone from earlier photos of me).

In 2014 I wrote to both my private doctor, Cliff Coleman (OHSU’s Richmond Family Clinic), and my personal counselor at the time, Katherine Clark (LifeWorks), who both apparently disregarded my allegations of being physically and sexually assaulted Despite actual physical evidence of a serious crime being committed against me — a severely disabled person. In fact, in the case of Dr. Coleman, during our visit in 2014 he failed to provide any prescription for my symptoms, took no blood tests or samples, provided no referral to a skin specialist, and for the first time I can remember, Dr. Coleman failed to have me sit on the table where he would normally check my heart and lungs first, and then take a closer look at me. Even back then my pealing scalp was an obvious serious medical problem that needed to be treated. In my letter, and during our appointment, I explained to Dr. Coleman that the skin problem began in the fall of 2009 at the same time I began to feel like I was being electrocuted by someone from outside(I suspect, it first began with my neighbors living in Lot 22, Maurene and Mark, and later included many others). Given the severity and extent of my pealing scalp in 2014, my injuries should not have been ignored by any licensed physician? Instead, Dr. Coleman only suggested I should get some “dandruff shampoo”! His unusually nervous, unfriendly behavior may have had something to do with the two alleged medical students he invited to our appointment;

B. These regular assaults also included being sprayed in the head with sewage and other toxic liquids from over my fence. Sometimes these assaults have included being sprayed through the windows or other access vents in the RV. One time I was sprayed with a hose, which appeared to first be filled with sewage, while I was working in the backyard. Ironically, I recall this attack occurred just weeks after the movie, “Selma”, was released. As you may know, the film included a scene in which the demonstrators were also sprayed with hoses by police and other vigilantes.

I believe on several occasions they have also put foreign substances, including dog manure, into the hose I use for drinking water. Just one week after sending a thoughtful letter to my neighbor Maurene in July of 2013 explaining that I suspected that her “brother” Mark was responsible for harassing me, I caught her tampering with the external water outlet at around 9:00 a.m. The outlet is located in the ground just to the rear of my RV and is exclusively intended for my unit. At the time, she claimed she was only straightening the cement cover for me;

C. Along with throwing rocks and stones at me, my fence and RV, these assailants have also been throwing explosive devices (that are clearly not legal Oregon fireworks) at my RV, despite the obvious propane tanks located at the front of the RV, and a propane water heater near the rear of the vehicle.

In 2013 I wrote to the Portland Fire Chief, Erin Janssens, and directly spoke to the Assistant Fire Chief about this specific problem, presumably banned by the Park but not enforced, and it stopped for a short time, but resumed a few months later;

D. My property has been repeatedly vandalized over the last seven years. Once the beams on my porch roof were cracked while someone was climbing across the top of my RV in the middle of the night. I took several photos of the cracked beam.

Another time in the early morning hours, after electrocuting me for three or four consecutive hours, I heard several people break into my wooden gate and come into my private backyard, and then yelled sarcastically, “Do you need any food?” And then, quickly ran away.;

E. My mail and other private property has also been stolen. In 2014 I reported it to the Inspector General and the local Post Master, but received no explanation, other than having my stolen mail returned to me by a man who claimed to be with the post office and who called himself, “Scot Hilton”. Mr. Hilton said my ballot and debit card, along with a large stack of other letters addressed to me, were found at the home of the park’s maintenance man, Charles;

F. From shortly after I moved into Southgate, until December of 2014, I believe the same two neighbors mentioned above in (Lot 22) had been stealing electricity from me — over $3,000. Unknown to me at the time I moved in, the electrical outlets for my RV are located behind Lot 22. But something happened in December of 2014 to prevent this ongoing ‘theft by taking’. To my surprise, beginning in January of 2015 I noticed that my electric bill had dropped by about 30%, and have remained at this lower level ever since that time. I suspect before this time, my neighbors, Mark and Maurene, were plugging into one of the three outlets available. During the first several years I lived here, I would often wake up to find one of my three extension cords unplugged and would have to walk next store to plug it back in. One only needs to compare our electrical bills during this time to see evidence of this willful theft of property, by not only my neighbors, but also the park’s manager who has access to all of our electrical bills, which is included in the rent;

G. On February 7, 2012, a young boy screamed aloud that I had tried to rape him, as I was walking past him on my way to the mail room. I have never spoken to him or any other child in the park, and promptly reported the incident in writing to both the manager and several neighbors who live near the place I was walking when it happened. Not only did these individuals not protect the young child by reporting his allegation, but also placed me in great danger by not making sure the police officially cleared me of this allegation, given my status as an RSO who is unable to protect himself from any trailer park vigilantes who may have heard the boy screaming;

H. Despite all of this, which has all been reported to the current manager, Debbie Sleeper, the Park management has willfully ignored my request for help or protection. Once in 2013, after describing a week of harassment in the middle of the night by unknown persons, who explained from outside my window how they intended to murder me, she patted me on the top of the head and said, sarcastically, “It’s all in your head, Don” and called Ms. Clark, who quickly called Dr. Coleman without my consent;

For this reason, along with my manager and some of my neighbors, I believe local and other Oregon law enforcement officials are involved in what has been seven years of harassment and abuse because of my status as an out-spoken RSO (see my published autobiography, “3 Americas” at:

As you may know, murdering RSO’s has been a common occurrence in the Northwest, and I believe I am being targeted because of my status and advocacy on behalf of RSO’s. I suspect, those responsible for punishing me have coerced or convinced my manager and the park owners to protect the identity of these yet unidentified vigilantes, some of whom I believe are Oregon police officers.

Finally, as evidence of police involvement in this harassment, these attacks began three weeks after I moved into the Southgate RV and Mobil Home Park in 2009. At that time, two Portland Police Officers came looking for me (allegedly, to verify my residency?) under the direction and supervision of Officer Briget Sickon. According to four witnesses, the two burley officers viciously used their clubs to pound over $5,000 in damages into the side of my RV while I was gone. and then, shared my mug shot (taken after going twenty-five hours without food or water) with every one in the Park they could find, and who they could prejudice against me. Sadly, as a new, and yet unknown, resident in the park, it apparently worked just as they planned…

Therefore, in what is my best effort to comply with state law, given my severe disabilities and under the ongoing circumstances, I am enclosing a signed and dated copy of my 2016 annual registration form (required of all alleged sex offenders in Oregon) and a current photograph taken earlier this month, and witnessed ;by my personal care giver, who took the photo. To document the information provided here I am also enclosing a flash drive which includes a digital copy of these documents, along with several other files and photos that substantiate my horrific circumstances and justify my request for this accommodation, based on disability.

Your assistance is appreciated.

Sincerely,

Donald R. Wolfe

CC: Ellen F. Rosenblum, State Attorney General
Don Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
503-774-3424

October 20, 2014

kathryn clarke
Life Works
3716 N.E. MLK Junior Blvd., Portland, OR 97212
Portland, OR 97212

Re: Fair Housing Complaint against Southgate RV and Mobil Home Park

Dear Kathryn:

Hope you’re well. I need to update you on some important mattters, as I attempt to seek some justice in Oregon for what has been done to me.

It would appear now that most of the problems I have experienced As I told you when we last spoke, have been deliberately orchestrated by some of my neighbors, and the park’s employees. I am writing to provide you with a copy of the Fair Housing Complaint I received last month from Russell Alarcon with HUD (Seattle Office, 206-220-5337).

I am absolutely convinced now that the park manager, Deb Sleeper, is deeply involved in the harassment I have experienced over the last several years, much of which is clearly criminal in nature, including pretending to be police officers and federal marshals, threatening me with fraudulent arrests warrants from California and Kentucky.

After an incident that occurred in July of 2013, I was hospitalized for a mental break down that I now believe was caused by some sort of hallucinogens which I suspect were put into my food/or beverages the previous week, since my fridge is on my porch and is easily accessible. It is obvious to me now that my extreme experiences at the time were not caused by the marijuana, as I first suspected. Regrettably, most hallucinogenics are not detectable in a urine test, which I willingly submitted to after being transported to the hospital last June.

For this reason, and issues described in the attached documents, I suspect Ms. Sleeper may have revealed her true intentions when she contacted you several times this past spring, claiming that she had evidence that I was mentally ill, rather than reacting just as any other blind person would behave after being terrorized by her and her friends, in every way they could imagine (see enclosures).

You may have information regarding her comments at the time to you that would prove her true motives — getting me removed from the park.

Along with secretly drugging me in 2013, I suspect Ms. Sleeper and her friends were also responsible for putting on these elaborate skits outside my RV in the middle of the night, beginning in February of 2014, solely for the purpose of making me feel or appear “crazy”, a term they have often used to describe me to you and others. I suspect her conversations with you this past spring, which so strongly compelled you to contact my personal physician, Dr. Coleman, without my knowledge or consent will confirm her sadistic attempt to have me removed from the park (“any way possible”) by having me declared “mentally incompetent” or “mentally unstable”, and therefore, unsafe to myself and others.

As I pursue legal action against Ms. Sleeper, and all of those who have been helping her in this discriminatory attack, your help in reviewing these materials and sharing your notes about Ms. Sleeper’s phone calls with me is very appreciated.

I have good reason to believe that the documents I filed with the Judiciary Committee in 2013, and the statements I provided to U.S. District Judge Michael Simon in both 2013 and 2014, have drawn the attention and anger of many of those in “law enforcement”. I have reason to believe that some state officials, including Jay Scroggin, may also be involved in this ongoing retaliation.

For example, all of my friends and personal care assistants have abandoned me over the last year, without any reasonable explanation. Also, I have felt a low vibration coming from outside of my RV at night, which began this past February. As I felt the RV vibrating from this strange low frequency, I have also felt my legs and toes tingle, followed by a numbness. Based on my research, it my be that someone is shootting a tazar gun, set on its lowest setting, or some sort of microwave weapon at me while I am trying to sleep. We know the military was using this technology in Iraq, and we know the military gave many of these same sort of weapons that directly attack the central nervous system to local law enforcement agencies after the “war” ended.

Your time is appreciated. Please know, other than a telephone conversation between us, it is possible that any other communications, such as E mails or snail mail will not make it to me, based on the evidence described in my complaint. This suggests to me that there is some other outside entity at work here, perhaps because of my hundreds and hundreds of anti-military, pro-Palestinian, public comments.

Sincerely,
Don Wolfe

ENCLOSURES: 3

Don Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
503-774-3424

October 20, 2014

Dr. Coleman
Richmond Family Clinic
3930 S.E. Division
Portland, OR 97202

Re: OMMP Card and my abusive neighbors.

Hello Dr. Coleman:

As you may know, I am scheduled to see you again in November to renew my OMMP Card and to talk to you about some problems I’m having with my scalp, including getting a possible referral to a skin specialist.

I am writing to you before our visit to provide a copy of a letter I recently sent to Kathryn Clarke with Life Works.

I understand Ms. Clarke contacted your office about some alleged mental health issues this past spring. As I told you last year, and as I know for sure now, I have been the victim of some of the most sadistic behavior imagined, given the nature of my disability — complete blindness. My letter to Ms. Clarke and the complaint from the Fair Housing Office describes some of these incidents in detail. As I explained to Lisa this past spring, there has been a deliberate, consolidated effort to make me appear and behave mentally unstable. Since it appears law enforcement has been involved in this abuse, I would not be surprised if they have also attempted to prejudice you against me, with regard to my use of medical marijuana –

I trust my participation in the program since 1999, along with having five qualifying conditions, will be more than enough to prove my qualification, despite the efforts of some of my adversaries who oppose the use of marijuana under any circumstances, medical or otherwise.

Look forward to speaking with you soon.

Sincerely,
Don Wolfe

ENCLOSURES: 2.

Don Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
503-774-3424
don@blindcarpenterservices.org

September 4, 2014

The Honorable Jeff Merkley, U.S. Senator
121 S.W. Salmon St., Ste. 1400
Portland, OR 97204

Re: Request for assistance with the Fair Housing Office and the Inspector General’s Office with the USPS.

Dear Senator Merkley:

I appreciate all the hard work you and your staff do to implement our shared progressive values, and hopefully, make this a better world for all.

Like what many of the children in Gaza must be feeling today, I am quickly losing hope in America… So, as my options seem few, I’m asking for your help to resolve this problem, Specifically, I am writing to request the assistance of your office with regard to a complaint filed with the Fair Housing Office over one year ago. there seems to be no where else a person without money can turn for help, other than these sort of investigatory agencies or our elected officials.

I think most Americans, especially men who are minorities, have lost all faith and trust in our government, which I suppose is why more and more men make a choice they later regret by turning to violence, against either themselves or others. Some men say that’s the plan…but I hope that’s not true, but the endless shootings of unarmed men in Ferguson and Oregon makes us wonder. Especially, when these government agencies ignore our requests for help. And rarely is any one in government held accountable for mistreating us. The brutal killing of Kelly Thomas of California, who can be heard crying for his daddy, makes me fearful as a man with several disabilities.

I am completely (99.99%) blind, and thanks to technology, have become an outspoken advocate for disability rights.

As my letter (see below) to Russell Alarcon, with the Fair Housing Office in Seattle describes, some person or persons have been terrorizing me for almost sixteen months, now. It appears several of the other residents, and perhaps some of the park’s employees, here at Southgate, may be involved, or at least, know what’s been going on here. It got really bad shortly after I filed advocacy statements with federal Judge, Michael Simon, and the Judiciary Committee with the State House in 2013, and again in January of 2014.

I am requesting that your staff contact both the Fair Housing Office and the Inspector General’s Office for the USPS to inquire about the status of their investigations over these extremely distressing matters. I would like to live in peace with running water, and know I can receive my mail, and be able to sleep at night in peace and safety.

Your urgent assistance is requested. Please help me end this nightmare. As an accommodation, any written correspondences, should also be E mailed to my E mail address listed above, since it appears someone has removed mail addressed to me from the mail room several times over the last couple years.

Your prompt attention is deeply appreciated.

Sincerely,

Don Wolfe

ENCLOSURES: 2

Dear Ms. DeJong,

As an accommodation to my disability — blindness, I was advised by
Samantha with your office to E mail you anything I wished to submit as
part of the public record regarding HR 2549 and that you would transfer
the materials below into PDF format for the members of the Judiciary
Committee.

Thank you for your help.

Don Wolfe

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19 March 2014

Re: Open Letter — Public Comment in opposition to HR 2549.

Dear Chair Barker and members of the Judiciary Committee:

As a person who will be directly effected by this Bill, thank you for the opportunity to address this distinguished Committee, . Also, thank you four your courageous decision to not create three levels of RSOs under SB 67. I understand you face a more difficult challenge than most committees; to create a balance between public safety and social justice for all, especially for those who are the most vulnerable and have no voice.

Let me begin by first saying I am completely blind, with very little light perception and no remaining retinas (Documented in 2006 by the Northwest Eye Institute and the U.S. Department of Education). I am also a ‘low risk registered sex offender’ since February of 2005, based on an alleged incident from either 2001, or 2002, according to the secret indictment? In light of my experiences that began in 2004, described in the attached version of my published autobiography “Two Americas”, I feel compelled to challenge the State’s discriminatory practice of arbitrarily targeting men with disabilities in its methods of determining persons who will be required to register as “sex offenders, and subsequently, who become the elevated target of the media-agitated community; suffering verbal and physical abuse from both the citizens and the police, with no regard to their status or “level”. Three levels will only further exacerbate this confusion and mistrust. The public makes no distinction between anyone caught in this gender-specific, wide-net.

There is clear evidence that the State of Oregon disproportionately prosecutes men with disabilities, similar to what racial minorities experience. The Department of Justice’s recent report regarding the Portland Police Bureau only begins to describe these policies and practices, which are pervasive throughout Oregon’s criminal justice system. Further, the State’s practice of having any other category of “sex offenders” other than dangerous, predatory offenders is unconstitutional since it disproportionately punishes men with disabilities: who are first discriminated against by the public defenders they are usually required to accept because of having a low income, and then by attacks from the media, the public, and the police, despite that they pose no danger to the community. There is no ‘public safety interest’ that justifies the horrific stigma, and subsequent damage, of being labeled as a “sex offender”. It is important to say again, men with disabilities are especially vulnerable to the devastating effect sex offender registries have on them. HR 2549 does not appear to offer any exceptions or considerations as relief to this protected group of Americans — men with disabilities, who are disproportionately effected by sex offender registries, especially in Oregon.

For your information I also include my open letter, dated 21 January 2013, to U.S. District Judge Michael Simon. This letter describes some reasons why men with disabilities are more adversely punished by sex offender registries, and are a larger disproportionate number of those identified as ‘registered sex offenders’ than are currently listed by the State.

On a more general note, and as an advocate for all ‘low risk registered sex offenders’, the remainder of this open letter will describe some of the many reasons why I am opposing HR 2549. Firstly, the claim that there is exigent circumstances to immediately make this vague Bill into law upon the governor’s expected signature, given his role in promoting SB 67, is disingenuous at the very least, and perhaps somewhat malicious with regard to a citizen’s natural right to redress the actions of its government before damage is done, where possible. The bell cannot be unrung-

Nevertheless, it should be mentioned that the bill does include a couple positive provisions that first, reduce to five years the time in which a low risk registered sex offender can apply for relief, and gives some special consideration to juveniles caught in the swiftly-growing sex offender registry net based on incidents that occurred while they were still minors.

However, the bill has many very scarry, confusing provisions, like the section about changing tenet rights for RSOs. the witnesses who asked this committee for a more fair and just registry system probably do not realize this but, HR 2549 moves most of the 18,000 currently listed ‘low risk RSOs’ into a newly created higher level — Level II, with less of a right to privacy or security than they have now. Also, at least 400 or 500 ‘low risk RSOs’ will be moved into the highest level — Level III, and be listed as ‘predatory sex offenders’, with little recourse. I am wondering if the “creator” of this provision had me in mind, given my outspoken nature. The bill does not specifically describe how this will happen and to who…which raises questions about its constitutionality for those with existing plea bargains who are no longer under supervision. the fiscal report does not seem to take accurate account for the costs of the legal challenges that will be pursued by every one of the men who are moved from being a ‘low risk’ for many years to being listed as a ‘predatory’, for no just cause with no opportunity to due process, since the new status will be transmitted electronically before any appeal can be filed or considered. Again, the bell cannot be unrung, and there is no ‘public interest’ to justify this sort of damaging information, exploited by the media at every opportunity.

Further, most of the proposed changes seem to give the Board of Parole and Post-Prison Supervision, as well as the State Police and local law enforcement,almost unlimited powers to arbitrarily punish or terrorize a politically-active person they disagree with, such as myself. Some of the sort of practices currently being used by law enforcement are described in my letter to Judge Simon. Much of HR 2549 will only create more animosity and resentment in our community, without a true purpose or just cause since over 95% of sex crimes are committed by persons who are not listed.

You can not imagine how horrible it is to be severely disabled and have no opportunity for employment or public housing because of a plea bargain I, and most men in my circumstances, sign to get out of solitary confinement. I was advised that I would had to stay there for a year or longer before I was able to have my “day in court”. After forty days of being locked in Washington County’s Isolation Bubble, and being represented by an indifferent, untruthful public defender, I agreed to one thing, but ended up with a different plea bargain that made me register as an RSO for life. But it did not say anything about being publicly targeted by vigilantes (Rasche v. Wolfe, multnomah County, case no. 090608903) and police, although that’s been the result.

As I informed my representatives in January, it is the belief of many that we need a state initiative that creates one, and only one, category of registered sex offenders who are predatory and dangerous, and focus the diminishing public safety resources on supervising those individuals and helping victims. Not by arbitrarily and selfishly creating an additional level of registered sex offenders that will create more violations and more men being incarcerated. And let us be honest here, this idea of having three levels of RSOs was created by U.S. Representative Mark Foley under the Adam Walsh Act, while he was molesting underage male interns. Every RSO in America is asking who else in congress knew about Foley’s molestation when they voted for his Draconian bill that almost exclusively targets men (99.98%)?

It would be my hope that you would table this overly-complex bill that does little to create a more fair system of registering “sex offenders” , and focus any future legislation on supervising and publishing information about only the worst sex offenders, and thereby, offer relief to everyone else currently listed as being a ‘low risk’.

I plea with you to send a definitive message to all Oregon men who feel threatened by these expanding sex offender laws, and I can assure you they do feel threatened by this committee. And end what seems to be a ‘war on men’ by our government, unless you are in the military, where there truly is a serious problem involving sex crimes.

We know women are paid less than men in most high income earning jobs but that’s not true at the bottom of the food chain. Today colleges and universities enroll 60% women and only 40% men, and more women have graduate degrees than men, and law schools have been graduating more women than men for many years… Given all of this, and the growing number of incidents involving men and unpredictable acts of public violence, I feel the legislature has an opportunity under HR 2549 to offer compassion to the men unfairly punished by being labeled as a “registered sex offender”, and include an amendment that removes all current ‘low risk’ RSOs not on supervision from the registry.

The paradigm has changed significantly in how we treat each other in America over the last fifty years, as men and women. the question here today for the Judiciary Committee is whether we in Oregon want to extend an olive branch and encourage more peaceful, positive evolution in our community toward a more gender neutral, just legal system. And thereby, reduce a growing feeling among men of anger and distrust toward both the government and women, and the threat of becoming unfairly labeled as a “registered sex offender”.

Your time and thoughtful consideration is appreciated.

Sincerely,

Don Wolfe

CC: The Honorable Ellen F. Rosenblum, State Attorney General
Diane Rosenbaum, State Senator
Jeff Reardon, State Representative

ENCLOSURES: 2

Donald R. Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
(503) 774-3424
don@blindcarpenterservices.org

31 January 2014

The Honorable Michael J. Simon, U.S. District Judge
U.S. District Court — Portland
Mark O. Hatfield Courthouse
1000 S.W. 3rd Avenue
Portland, OR 97204

Re: U.S. DOJ settlement over PPB’s use of excessive force.

Dear Judge Simon:

I am writing to amend and append the public comment I provided to you in 2013 with regard to my own experiences, as a person with a disability, in response to the U.S. Department of Justice’s findings involving the Portland Police Bureau’s practice and policy of using excessive force against citizens with “mental” impairments. I will argue why most men with physical impairments also have been impacted by this pattern and practice of abuse by “law enforcement” in Portland, and throughout Oregon.

Qualifying Condition:
{Blindness — The fact, that I have no useable vision, is germane to the experiences described below since it partly involves the repeated false claim from both public officials with PPB and other Oregon agencies and the general public, including some of my current neighbors and some members of the local media, that I am “faking” my blindness.

The fact is, I am completely blind, other than having some minimal light perception, which is fairly useless. This impairment is caused from a condition called Retinitus Pigmentosa which causes the retinas to gradually deteriorate. for some, including my brother and I, the deterioration began at birth and resulted in my using a white cane and reading braille by age twenty.

My obvious visual impairment was originally diagnosed when I was four-years-old, at which time I began wearing thick glasses. This was the first-time I experienced the sort of bullying described below, because of my physical disability. And I have found it more often comes from those who are in perceived positions of power who are able-bodied.

In 2006 the Northwest Eye Institute made a comprehensive review of my retinas using advanced digital imagery. which they independently submitted to the U.S. Department of Education, Student Loan Disability and Diagnosis Unit, in 2008, the Institute wrote in their follow up report despite finding Cataracts in both eyes, they explicitly stated ‘there would be no medical benefit in removing these growths because of the absence of any remaining retina tissue’

below is a brief description of the sort of abuse I have been subjected to while living in southeast Portland that are directly tied to my disabilities, and are partly linked to some specific actions taken by representatives of the PPB against me:

* By using a vehicle to block my pathway, and then waiting to see if I am able to maneuver around the obstacle, and often subsequently causing me physical injuries;
* Verbally harassing me, even to this day, by publicly challenging my veracity regarding the extent of my visual impairment. For the few who know me well the comment is usually intended to be humorous and a sideways compliment. however, I have discovered some of my adversaries and many of the people I have encountered living in SE PDX, it is more often intended to be a public indictment of my character, and cause mental anguish and distress. It has been a truly sad experience such as I have never experienced living any where else before Oregon.

In the worst of these recent cases, some have publicly suggested that I am some sort of “fugitive”. including under the vail of being some sort of PPB supported “community policing authority”. And at least some of these personal attacks have been encouraged by the actions from law enforcement described below, partly because of my disability and partly because of my past political activities, carrying signs and collecting signatures for causes such as, ‘the anti-fluoride’, ‘the pro-medical marijuana’, and ‘the equal justice for Sam Adams’ campaigns.

As a man with several disabilities, both physical and emotional, am hopefully more clearly documenting for the court how the Portland Police Bureau instigated these continued attacks against both my physical and mental health.}

Judge Simon I feel the DOJ’s investigation was far too narrow in its scope and should have included all of the victims of this pervasive, abusive conduct toward many different minorities in our community by police and the District Attorneys, who is presumably responsible for zealously prosecuting police who violate our civil rights. Clearly, the U.S. DOJ, the State of Oregon nor the District Attorney Association, is willing to even acknowledge a real problem exists — the willful targeting of men with disabilities by law enforcement And it’s highly unlikely the State will ever take any truly effective measures to change this culturally-engrained conduct.

Having worked as a journalist for several years and having graduated with a degree in political science (with honors in 1997), I have been a long-time out-spoken advocate for disability rights. According to the Eugene Register Guard, in 2000, I became the first-ever completely blind census taker in the history of the Northwest.

My problems began when I arrived in Oregon in 1998; I learned the state agency for the blind had unlawfully established an exclusive computer training contract with a private non-profit company (run by a long-time friend of the agency and the governor. Unlike most other states, which allow private blind computer users to openly bid for opportunities to train other blind and visually-impaired clients of the state agency, Oregon, under Governor Kitzhaber, had been arrogantly practicing a restraint of trade against myself and other blind male computer trainers. For my having filed a complaint with the State Attorney General in 2000 against the Oregon Commission for the Blind for this practice, and also for the employees of the agency having openly solicited sexual favors from clients in exchange for money and services. The complaint was mostly ignored, except my request to have the cost of copying my personal file waived, which was denied unless I could prove there was a “public interest”.

Because of my past as a whistleblower, a submission I made to the Judiciary Committee of the Oregon Legislature last spring, and the letter I delivered to your office last January regarding the abuse of men with disabilities by Portland Police, once again, it appears I have become the target of the State, and its unregulated agents who have been following me around and talking to “people”. My hope is that your court will take this opportunity to reverse this willfully-injurious conduct — the practice of ‘law enforcement to explicitly target men with disabilities in Oregon, for physical and mental abuse, arrest and what they know will be an “easy” prosecution.

OREGON’S HISTORY OF DISCRIMINATION
what I have learned since then, as reflected by the DOJ findings, Oregon has a culture that reflects more of a caste system and men with disabilities are at the bottom of the “food chain”, so to speak. I do feel that racial minorities are also subjected to the same sort of disparate treatment in our community, and have
always been the target of able-bodied “white” people.

OREGON’S HISTORY OF DISCRIMINATION:
In the early 1900’s, , Portland, Oregon segregated people of color, who would do the jobs that the white population refused to do, to a suburb called Vanport, which they knew was likely to flood, and eventually did. Recent writings document that early white settlers, including the men who traveled with Lewis and Clark, had committed some of the most egregious atrocities in our nation’s history against the native people who occupied the Willamette Valley, including rape and murder, and blamed the Natives by calling them “horse thieves”. I would argue this long-standing history of abuse toward those who are perceived to be “weaker” or who can not “carry their load”, is ingrained in the culture; men with disabilities, unless they “served” in the military, are the victim of this cultural discrimination which is openly practiced by the government and the media throughout the valley, and thus far, tolerated by the people.

Not once have I ever heard anyone from the media in Oregon or the government mention that men with disabilities are being intentionally targeted by law enforcement (and prosecutors), despite the clear evidence to the contrary. I share the view of many of those from the community that the DOJ’s narrow scope of not also including the abuse directed toward racial minorities by police, as well as ‘men with all types of disabilities’, in its findings was regrettable, and somewhat suspicious. The limited scope seems to create the appearance that “something” has been done, for all the lives that have been taken by Portland police, not to mention the other sort of abuse that regularly occurs, as described below.

The City’s current solution offers no real hope that anything will change, only that there will be more internal levels of bureaucracy to further confuse the victims of this ongoing historic practice in Oregon — the practice of abusing the weakest minorities. This documented, willful practice of discrimination and abuse toward all men with disabilities begs for intervention from the federal courts — the last avenue for relief for the powerless minorities.

two months ago the Oregon Department of corrections announced that one third of its incarcerated citizens are men with “mental” disabilities. This begs the question, an evasive fact that Michelle Alexander seem to disregard in her recent best-seller regarding our nation’s system of mass incarceration, as to how many of Oregon’s (and America’s) incarcerated population are ‘men with disabilities, both physical and/or mental’. The item below describes how Portland Police Officer Bridget Sickon intentionally withheld critical information about my impairment when she sent an armed police officer to my home, unannounced, to “verify my residency”, documents how law enforcement can easily falsify information about a citizen’s disability, either mental or physical by simply leaving it out of a report.

Based on the State’s recent report regarding prison populations, I would argue that at least half of the citizens who are incarcerated in Oregon’s prisons and jails at this very moment are men with disabilities, both physical and mental. SAG John Kroger had announced during his recent term that he had written an order that a man who was legally “mentally retarded” be removed from Death Row, but the media made no effort to expose how the governor and the state court system allowed this to happen. The State of Oregon will never publicly acknowledge that its courts and law enforcement agencies systemically discriminate against men with disabilities, while giving preferential treatment to members of other “protected” groups, Further the State will never acknowledge its discriminatory practice since many of its convictions and most of its coerced plea bargains would have to be reviewed, and likely expunged if this systemic abused were fully exposed. The police and prosecutors, and their bean counters, know all to well those with disabilities are highly profitable, as a stream of revenue for the state, since they are more vulnerable to the sort of bullying police and prosecutors relentlessly apply’ training they received as part of their professional training, that all to often becomes physically and mentally abusive.

The acquittal last week of the six police officers who literally beat Kelly Thomas of California to death, much like the beating of James Chasse by Portland Police, is somehow justified by saying that it is part of the “training” that police officers (and apparently most prosecutors) receive. I described n my 2014 version of my ongoing autobiography “Two Americas; Diary of a Blind Activist”, how police and prosecutors are so easily able to manipulate persons with disabilities, both physical and mental, who usually have no legal recourse to redress their grievance other than writing letters such as this, or by filing complaints with DOJ or the state which are usually promptly dismissed or ignored.

While I am completely blind, apparently I also suffer from PTSD. There is little doubt that my blindness, and living in Oregon, has attributed to the symptoms I suffer from every day, worrying about being killed by the police or the local drug/alcohol addicts, posing as “community police”. This is why it is especially important to myself, and others similarly situated, for the federal court to take clear and measurable steps to help us remove a clearly identified pattern and practice of abuse from Portland police officers, who seem to often to direct their animosity and anger toward the most fragile members of the community — ‘men with disabilities’ and racial minorities. Clearly, neither the City, the District Attorney or the State Attorneys General’s Office will ever intervene on our behalf, given their complicity in the thousands of men with disabilities who already have been permanently injured, or who will be intentionally victimized in the future.

There is a ladder of justice in Oregon, despite the claims of being “liberal” or “progressive”, which places ‘men with disabilities, both mental and physical’ at the bottom of the food chain while seeming to give preferential treatment to the wealthy, able-bodied white women, and members of the LBGT community, or this is how it appears. Most persons with physical disabilities, such as blindness, suffer from some degree of emotional and mental health problems. Under ideal conditions, one can overcome these challenges, but it is rare among those with substantial physical disabilities.

For men with disabilities in Oregon, the DOJ findings and the State of Oregon’s own admission that one third of Oregon’s inmates are “mentally” disabled calls for the strongest response possible from the federal Court, under the limited scope the DOJ has provided. This will hopefully send a clear message to the State, and all of its law enforcement entities, toward ending the long-standing practice in Oregon by both police and prosecutors who, often based on ignorance, disproportionately target the most vulnerable citizens in our community, who they know can be easily manipulated, coerced or abused while under their authority or control. Along with filing trumped up charges and pushing for excessive bail, aggressive, hostile tactics, are common tools used by law enforcement against what is often a confused, frightened segment of the population who they know do not have the resources to respond financially or psychologically and are then more likely to respond aggressively, resulting in the use of excessive force by often hyper-active military trained soldiers, rather then a neutral figure who is interested in solving community problems. While it may not be under your purview in this circumstance, I feel strongly, men with disabilities, need to seek special federally-protected status, as a specific ‘identified protected class’, and seek a redress from the State of Oregon regarding those who’s lives have been injured by the able-bodied, and often unrestricted power of the majority and the State and its various agents.

In summation, it is my hope that you will expand the court’s oversight to include an independent advocate to oversee the review process and report directly to the Court about the progress. I also hope you will grant additional powers to the ‘Citizen Review Committee’, including the right to interview officers directly and in a timely manner. This is the only fair solution which truly offers the victims of this pervasive abuse of power a more transparent, reviewable system of justice for all.

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The following is excerpted and edited from my January 21, 2013 public comment filed with U.S. District Judge Michael J. Simon regarding the Department of Justice findings that the Portland Police Bureau has a pattern and practice of abusing the civil rights of men with disabilities. Because of a perceived deadline, I prepared that statement in haste and will use this opportunity to better clarify my own experiences and include some additional information, as a Portland man with a severe disability — blindness. Below is six separate incidents involving questionable conduct from representatives of the PPB and the IPR that I have personally experienced. Since I feel it was the repeated violent acts of two Portland Police Officers in the fall of 2008 and again in February of 2009, under the direction of Bridget Sickon and other PPB supervisors, was the catalyst for the abuse described in a 2013 Hate Crime Complaint filed against some of my neighbors, who are apparently acting under some perverse “community policing authority”, similar to the tainted perceived power that George Zimmerman used as his excuse to murder Trayvon Martin.

I seek relief from the Court by asking that your oversight be expanded as much as possible because I have no trust in the PPB’s ability to defend my rights to live in peace, or act in good faith with respect to any investigation of any of the incidents described here, or that may occur in the future.

The last item listed below involving the Independent Police Review documents why placing faith in this entity to fairly and honestly investigate any complaint seems unlikely. Briefly, I contacted the IPR by phone in November of 2010 to discussed m outrage over the handling by the PPB after being run down by a couple sketchy characters in October of 2010 at the corner of 82nd and Flavel (also known as felony flats). I was sent an envelope that included the complaint form, but decided to not file a complaint, and never opened the envelope, which I still have. As evidence of this highly flawed system of review, I received a letter three months later from the Executive director of the Internal Police Review stating that they had completed their investigation and found no evidence of wrong doing. The fact that they never attempted to contact me to discuss in detail my concerns or experiences, which would seem germane to any honest investigation — to interview the victim, proves in my mind the entire system is ineffective, at the very least, and needs extensive outside supervision. I feel this absolute disregard by the IPR for my participation in the review process itself is based on my status as a ‘man with a disability’, further documenting a systemic practice in Oregon which treats ‘men with disabilities’ as second class citizens.

I. In 2005, I called the police on a roommate, named Andy Finney, who physically attacked me on the way back to my room. Andy would say nothing and then often poke me with different things when walking bye the kitchen on my way to my room. After being evicted in Lake Oswego for being a newly listed low risk RSO [with a static 99 score of “0”, as low as possible], I moved into a house on 76th Avenue owned by a guy named Phil. I soon learned that the other roommate Andy had a serious psychological disorder and, according to the landlord, was trading his pills to a local sex worker for sexual favors and money. Several years later, Andy did approach me and apologize for how he had treated me, to his credit.

When the police showed up they said very loudly, announcing to all the neighbors watching that I was the one causing the problem because of the RSO status and that they should call the police on me for any reason, and apparently pointed at me. The officer went on to issue a “nuisance complaint” against the house itself, since Phil had called the police twice prior to this that same month to ask for help with Andy. he told the officer that he was in the process of evicting Andy. Despite all of this, the Officer did nothing to remove Andy from the premises for my safety and went on to tell the neighbors and Phil that “you ought to evict both of them!” referring to me and Andy.

The Portland Police Officer, with what seemed to be considerable malice, poisoned the well by prejudicing my community against me, as has been a pattern of the PPB, and therefore, made me an easy target from any righteous vigilante posing as a “neighborhood watch commander”, with no regard for my safety or disability — blindness. This incident further documents a clear lack of compassion or sensitivity by a member of the PPB toward a man with a disability, which is the larger conclusion that can be drawn from the U.S. Justice Department’s findings and recent information regarding the State of Oregon’s own practice of discrimination in incarcerating ‘men with disabilities’.

As I explain below, with regard to the next three separate incidents, over the last eight years Portland Police Officer Bridget Sickon and other unidentified PPB Officers and supervisors have repeatedly violated my civil rights and willfully destroyed my personal property, under the claim they were making these annual visits to verify my residency. Despite my status as a low risk RSO, who should not have been subjected to this level of scrutiny. In a 2013 Portland Tribune article, Officer Sickon was quoted as saying only “high risk RSOs” were targeted for annual visits by PPB. Not only has Officer Sickon and her fellow officers targeted me every year for unannounced home visits, they have conducted these raids in the most violent, disruptive manner possible, for the purpose of upsetting my neighbors and causing them to fear me. The fact that I have always properly reported on both my birthday and when I re-located, as required. , the officers willful malice in making me a target of any “person” listening to the repeated assaults with nightclubs on my residences, or learning about it through the proverbial “grape vine”, despite my severe disability, further documents a deeper malice in the nature of how they carry out their duties and responsibilities in the community.

I understand that PPB Officer Bridget Sickon and other officers have also abused their authority over others, like myself, who are being specifically targeted by police for political reasons and being treated as if they were “Predatory Registered Sex Offenders”, which would allow the police a higher level of scrutiny. These additional methods of “protecting the community” include notifying neighbors and local schools of a “predatory sex offender” who is living in the neighborhood and showing them a picture of the individuals, which is appropriate and lawful. Arbitrarily treating a person listed as being a “Low Risk RSO” in this same manner is not within the authority of Officer Sickon or any other PPB officer, yet they have repeatedly done this to me by harassing my neighbors and community without just cause, and with excessive malice.

This point is important to make clear, because despite the fact that I am listed as a “Low Risk Sex Offender”, based on a coerced 2005 plea bargain, Officer Sickon has directed PPB officers under her authority to severely prejudice my neighbors and others in the community against me, knowing that my disability would place me at a significantly higher risk from vigilantes in this neighborhood. These vigilantes are being encouraged to target myself, and others who are similarly situated, by both the PPB and local media personalities, such as Alpha Broadcasting’s Lars Larson and John Strong, as well as KGW Channel 8.

Apparently, in 2008 Officer Sickon and her friend, former-Portland Police Officer Eric Knudsen with Multnomah Corrections, arranged to have Channel 8 visit my residence at 99th and Holgate to publicly humiliate me, presumably, except I wasn’t home when the “NBC Local Sex Predator Show” showed up, according to a neighbor. Apparently, this really angered Knudsen and Sickon, who took their harassment to the next level, as is described below in section III.

Officer Sickon violated my civil rights on several counts, and it appears the practice described below continues:

A. First, the officers under Officer Sickon’s authority did not clarify to anyone of those they showed a picture of my mug shot to that I am listed as a “Low Risk Registered Sex Offender”, leaving them to draw the worst conclusion possible about me and intentionally making me a target of their media/government-inspired anger because of truly dangerous individuals such as Ward Weaver. The public makes no distinction between RSOs, and the government and the media, from both the left and right, politically. The police have encouraged this misperceiving. My significant impairment — blindness, has made me especially vulnerable and placed me at significant risk, living under the authority of community leaders and neighbors who seem to have tolerated this sort of police abuse and brutality toward the weakest among us, including ‘men with disabilities’, unless it’s politically expedient to do otherwise.

B. Portland Police officers violated my civil rights and state law by showing my picture to anyone without just cause. And did so for the purpose of prejudicing people against me since they never explained I was a “low risk registered sex offender” as described under part A with a Static 99 score of “0”, which is as low as possible.

C. Perhaps the worst, by suggesting to neighbors and others in the community that I am “NOT REALLY BLIND! Suggesting that I am “faking” my blindness to gain sympathy and avoid responsibility for my alleged crime.

To suggest this about the nature and extent of my disability and character has created more harm and damage than can ever be describe here, especially given my RSO status, is no exaggeration. Clearly this practice of misleading the public by the Police, the media, and some local politicians, such as State Representative Jessica Pederson in 2013, has help motivate these righteous individuals, including several of my neighbors, to continue to take retaliatory action against me, by: making derogatory or threatening comments in my presence; by prejudicing others against me; disconnecting my utilities; throwing stones and fireworks at me and my home; vandalizing my property; stealing things left outside; following me around; and by often using vehicles to block my walk way (to test my blindness), and on a few occasions, including October 31, 2010, by running me down.

My point is that, vigilantes will do as they are encouraged by those with power, especially when it is To presumably protect their children from someone who is ‘faking their blindness’ and who is falsely portrayed as being a ‘predatory sex offender’, since neither the police or media ever explain the difference between someone like Ward Weaver and a Low Risk RSO, but rather seem to intentionally mislead the public.

II. I met Bridget Sickon several years ago when I completed my annual registration downtown. As we filled out the paperwork and she helped me sign the forms, she said casually that the fellow who came before me was currently under investigation for another crime involving two children. I was surprised she would reveal this to me since we had never met or spoke before, and disclosing information to me about an unrelated, ongoing investigation would seem to violate police procedure.

I had forgotten my umbrella and had to return to where Officer Sickon was registering other RSOs. When I walked out another fellow got on the elevator with me and asked what I was under investigation for? He said Officer Sickon told him that I was under investigation for “a new crime”. I have since learned from a third person, who said he was told the same thing by Officer Sickon, and apparently she regularly says this to one RSO about another RSO, perhaps to keep RSO’s isolated and untrusting of each other. Her willful dishonesty is intended to be disruptive and harmful to the community and would seem to violates her code of ethics as a public safety officer. but it also demonstrates to the Court a pattern of deceitfulness that is pervasive throughout the Department. I understand, while most are afraid to speak out, Officer Sickon is known as having a pattern and practice of abusing the civil rights of men who are “low risk registered sex offenders” living in Portland, Oregon and who are disproportionately men with disabilities. My experience suggests the lack of internal supervision and oversight contributes to the ongoing behavior of aggressive, vindictive officers (who often hang out at the Tick Tock on 82nd Avenue and discuss their “good” deeds).

III. My next experience involving Officer Sickon occurred in the fall of 2008, and February of 2009, although I didn’t know the full extent of it at the time. Apparently, after the staged visit involving KGW Channel 8 failed, she had directed officers under her authority to park outside my home and wait for me to leave. After I would leave the residence they would come up to my home and begin using their clubs to bang on the door and wall, and would not answer. This apparently happened several times, both at the Holgate residence and again where I currently live. Along with showing my picture to other neighbors and suggesting to them that I was not actually “blind”, they began this assault by first using their clubs as weapons to pound on the door and door frame. I understand Officer Bridget Sickon was the subject of at least one complaint involving her misuse of her club to beat a person and damage their property, but as usual, she was found to be “justified”.

In February of 2009 two PPB officers, who also aggressively confronted several of my neighbors here at Southgate as well as my current manager, Deb Sleeper, used their clubs to put over $4,700 in dents according to one written estimate into the side of my recently purchased RV camper. At the time, I suspected it was someone else I knew, who said they felt vindicated terrorizing me because of my status as an low risk RSO. That case was ruled in my favor by the Multnomah County Court in 2010., Subsequently, I followed the court’s instructions, although regrettably to date the other party has not complied with the court’s order and turned over the title to the RV where I currently live, but can not move despite that it’s paid in full.

IV. My next experience involving Officer Sickon occurred last January, In 2010, when I was visited by PPB Officer Fortland to confirm my residency, so he said. While he was more polite than the other officers in the past, he stated that Officer Sickon did send him out to my home but did not include information in my registration sheet about my disability — blindness. He said this was strange since she did include information about the previous individual, who he had just visited, who was listed on Officer’s Sickon’s sheet as being “deaf”.

Officer Sickon discriminated against me by not also including this same sort of highly relevant information about me, since we had previously met and she knew I was blind, or should have known since I always carry a white cane and wear dark glasses, and she herself assisted me in signing several documents. It would appear Officer Sickon may be herself responsible for the statements officers under her authority apparently have made regarding me “faking” my blindness’. Clearly, neither Officer Sickon nor any other PPB employee is qualified to make a medical determination about anyone’s blindness, and her comments about my disability appear defamatory and are extremely injurious.

Further, given the number of recent shootings in the Portland area by police involving men with disabilities, Officer’s Sickon decision in January of 2012, while the Justice Department was investigating her own agency, not to include this critical information about my severe disability to Officer Fortland was a reckless disregard for safety, and somewhat suspicious. Clearly she knew, or should have known, that there would be a higher probability that there would be a confrontation or misunderstanding between myself and Officer Fortland especially because of my blindness, and because of how I might react as a blind person living in a trailer park on 82nd Avenue being startled by anyone, let alone a potentially hostile Portland Police officer carrying a loaded gun.

It is imperative that this Court issue a strong message to the City of Portland and the Portland Police Bureau over its abuse of power. It it is essential the Court help prevent an apparently unregulated force, with the ability to take a life, from doing any further harm to the stability of the community as a whole, which is at the root of the Court’s interest. When the police conduct these sort of public displays of overt authority, they only create more adversaries among the growing list of victims and their families, while promoting chaos and encouraging vigilantism under some “community policing system”, as is the long term result of the sort of ‘storm trooper’ tactics that are described above.

V. On October 31, 2010 I was struck by a vehicle while crossing the street, which I now suspect was the same vehicle that had been following me around the neighborhood, as I carried a sign supporting Measure 73. I know that the Portland Mercury and many local pot dealers were not happy about the prospect of having the state regulate a medical marijuana dispensaries system since it would take away much of the street dealers’ profit.

Portland Police Officer Daniel A. Leonard never administered any sort of sobriety test of the driver, despite the neighborhood is known as “felony flats”, or any sort of ticket to the driver for reckless driving or violating the ‘White Cane Law’, even though three witnesses who were in the car behind the vehicle which hit me stated to the law firm of Shuman and DeBois that the vehicle that hit me never slowed down before turning right and striking me. As further evidence that Officer Leonard may have willfully falsified his report, he did not include the insurance number on his police report, but duplicated the license plate number instead. Later that week over the phone he gave me yet another incorrect insurance number for the driver. I strongly suspect Officer Leonard acted intentional in tampering with evidence related to the “accident”, as directed. He clearly violated my rights as a pedestrian with a disability because he did not ticket the driver for not yielding to a pedestrian (carrying two large signs and a white cane with a bright red tip) or at the very least insuring that he had accurately recorded the driver’s identity and information related to the “accident”, since I told the law firm I suspected the two had switched places. I strongly suspect this lack of protection was due to the fact that Officer Leonard’s supervisors or other officers who were on scene knew who I was. Four days earlier, I was stopped and publicly questioned about my past by two PPB officers, although it seemed as if they already knew who I was and had been instructed to begin as they did; pretending they didn’t see the same two signs or the white cane I was carrying, when they admitted they didn’t see my cane or the two large signs I was carrying. this seemed very strange, and I think caught them off card when I questioned their intentions in stopping me and publicly questioning me as the did. I explained I was exercising my First Amendment right to participate despite my obvious impairment, but was left with a bad feeling about the experience based on two questionable calls from my “neighbors”. . I suspected they remembered me since I gave these two officers my State Identification Card, at that same corner four days earlier, where I was struck.

On October 31st, on a Halloween early evening just before dark (about 4:30 p.m.) what appeared to be a couple of reckless drivers cruising along 82nd Avenue for apparently “no reason”, acting carelessly at the very least, ran me down while I was crossing the street. Yet, PPB took no steps to closely scrutinize the event, likely for the same reasons described above and because of my disability.

VI. Because of my concern over the conduct of Officer Leonard, I was put in touch with the Independent Police Review and spoke with a man named Steve to enquire about the process of filing a complaint against Officer Leonard. I was sent a form but never opened the envelope, and decided to let it go despite my serious injuries and focus on the medical bills and getting better. To my surprise, about three months later I received a letter from the IPR stating that they “fully” investigated the complaint against Officer Daniel [Jeff] Leonard, which I never filed, and found no basis for the complaint, and concluded Officer Leonard acted properly, which I knew he did not.

First, the IPR never contacted me to participate in any alleged investigation, or gave me any opportunity to provide them with numerous facts I gathered during the months following the accident, including the owner of the vehicle knew me from hanging out at the pub at the same corner, at 82nd and Flavel, and apparently had taken a art class with one of the bartenders. This proves substantially that Officer Leonard failed to exercise due care in his duty to protect my right to live and safely travel in the City of Portland. Further, I believe the IPR is an extremely bias organization toward certain groups in how it investigates and publishes its findings, which appear unreliable, inaccurate and incomplete.

Judge Simon, under this current agreement from the City and the PPB’s union the citizens have no reasonable way to have their grievances against the representatives of the Portland Police Bureau fairly and independently reviewed, as it stands.

Respectfully submitted,
Donald R. Wolfe

CC: U.S. Amanda Marshall for the District of Oregon
Albina Ministerial Alliance Coalition for Justice and Police Reform

CERTIFIED MAIL

Donald R. Wolfe
Portland, OR 97266
(503) 774-3424 (temporarily out of order?)

September 21, 2017

Oregon State Police
3565 Trelstadt Ave SE
Salem, OR 97317

Re: Annual RSO registration form and photo, under the reasonable accommodation granted in 2015 based on my disabilities, complete blindness, partial deafness, and severe PTSD.

DISABILITY:
I am completely blind ( 1971, Dr. Richard A. Lewis, University of Michigan Medical Center, Ann Arbor, MI) with a significant hearing impairment (Melita Green, vocational counselor, Voc Rehab, Springfield, OR). I have also been diagnosed with mild PTSD in 2013, which is now been exacerbated by unknown vigilantes into severe PTSD (original finding of mild PTSD, Dr. Eon Starr, psychiatrist, with LifeWorks, Portland, OR).

I am also no longer able to use a white cane properly (safely) with my right arm because of being struck by a reckless (anti-medical marijuana) driver on October 31, 2010 (OHSU Hospital, Portland, OR), while campaigning for a ballot measure to create medical marijuana dispensaries in Oregon. The enclosed evidence proves that The City of Portland and the IPR intentionally covered up this attempted murder to protect the anti-medical marijuana elements operating within our own government and with impunity.

To whom it may concern:

Once again, in the year 2017, I am forced to exercise my constitutional right to be granted a reasonable accommodation based on my disability, and the facts described below in allowing me to provide my annual RSO registration form, along with a current photograph (witnessed by my PCA) , by certified mail.

First, by providing this information, I am no longer agreeing to accept the coerced plea bargain I forced into taking, after being tortured by Washington County (see enclosed copy of “3 Americas”). I have refused to allow any representative from law enforcement to have any contact with me, under the real threat of being murdered by police, who can claim anything. My disabilities make this more than any perceived, unfounded threat.

In addition, I will no longer agree to register as an alleged “sex offender” at any time in the future. Not only was I coerced by the State of Oregon into agreeing to a plea bargain under duress, my government provided lawyer, Greg Scholl, made every effort to assist the prosecutors (and their friends from Clackamas County) in making sure I never, ever ,got into a courtroom. As a result I can show the nine murders at the Roseburg UCC campus were one result of this ongoing conspiracy to silence me, and my ex-wife’s child pornography business.

My reasonable accommodation is based on the following:
1. Based on my disabilities, as described above, and my inability to safely travel in Oregon, for the reasons described in this letter and the enclosed attachments;

2. Because of my worsening PTSD and a complete inability to protect myself from vigilantes or identify the person or persons who continue to regularly attack me, I am unable to travel safely as a severely disabled RSO. Further, as described below, I continue to be assaulted in my home and yard almost every day, both physically and psychologically, by persons I can not identify, although I know the local police and the park’s manager are protecting them, and even assisting them at times.

A. Most of the assaults are a sort of electrical shock. They occur mostly at night, and sometimes occur as many as one hundred times per day. The shocks are directed at my feet, hands, head, genitals and more recently at my eyes, nose and stomach. As is evident in the enclosed photos, my scalp is apparently being severely burnt while I am sleeping. If you compare a recent photo to one from 2005, you can clearly see that most of my scalp tissue has been burned off (at least a quarter to 1/2 inch of skin is now gone from earlier photos of me).

In 2014 I wrote to both my private doctor, Cliff Coleman (OHSU’s Richmond Family Clinic), and my personal counselor at the time, Katherine Clark (LifeWorks), who both apparently disregarded my allegations of being physically and sexually assaulted Despite actual physical evidence of a serious crime being committed against me — a severely disabled person. In fact, in the case of Dr. Coleman, during our visit in 2014 he failed to provide any prescription for my symptoms, took no blood tests (which would be the first test any reasonably competent doctor would do for a patient complaining of being shocked)and took no samples of my damaged scalp, and he provided no referral to a skin specialist, and for the first time I can ever remember, Dr. Coleman failed to have me sit on the table where he would normally check my heart and lungs first, before taking a closer look at my damaged scalp, then maybe take a closer look at my fingers and toes (where I told him most of the shocks were occurring).

Even back then (in 2014) my pealing scalp was an obvious serious medical problem that needed to be treated. In my letter, and during our appointment, I explained to Dr. Coleman that the skin problem began in the fall of 2009 at the same time I began to feel like I was being electrocuted or being scanned at night with some sort of radiation device, by someone from outside(I suspect, it first began with my neighbors living in Lot 22, Maurene and Mark, and later included many others). Given the severity and extent of my pealing scalp in 2014, my injuries should not have been ignored by any licensed physician? Instead, Dr. Coleman only suggested I should get some “dandruff shampoo”!

I believe his unusually nervous, unfriendly behavior that afternoon may have had something to do with the two alleged medical students he invited to observe our appointment, and who I believe were actually law enforcement officers who told him to not provide me with medical care (like Washington County Sheriff Pat Garrett did to Madaline Pitkin around this same time) and ignore anything I said about being tortured by the government;

B. These regular assaults also included being sprayed in the head with sewage and other toxic liquids from over my fence. Sometimes these assaults have included being sprayed through the windows or other access vents in the RV. One time while I was working in the backyard I was sprayed with a hose (or water cannon), which smelled like sewage and other chemicals. Ironically, I recall this attack occurred just weeks after the movie, “Selma”, was released. As you may know, the film included a scene in which the demonstrators were also sprayed with hoses by police and other vigilantes.

I believe on several occasions they have also put foreign substances, including dog manure, into the hose I use for drinking water. Just one week after sending a thoughtful letter to my neighbor Maurene in July of 2012 explaining that I suspected that her “brother” Mark was responsible for harassing me, I caught her tampering with the external water outlet at around 9:00 a.m. The outlet is located in the ground just to the rear of my RV and is exclusively intended for my unit. At the time, she claimed she was only straightening the cement cover for me;

C. Along with throwing rocks and stones at me, my fence and RV, these assailants have also been throwing explosive devices (that are clearly not legal Oregon fireworks) at my RV, and apparently shooting off guns into or near my RV. And despite the obvious propane tanks located at the front of the RV, and a propane water heater near the rear of the vehicle, management has ignored the use of these incendiary devices.

In 2012 I wrote to the Portland Fire Chief, Erin Janssens, and directly spoke to the Assistant Fire Chief about this specific problem, presumably banned by the Park but not enforced, and it stopped for a short time, but resumed a few months later;

D. My property has been repeatedly vandalized over the last seven years. Once the beams on my porch roof were cracked while someone was climbing across the top of my RV in the middle of the night. The police came out, but as usual, said they saw nothing suspicious. The next day I took several photos of the cracked beam, which clearly could have only been cracked from someone standing, or stepping on to, the porch roof.

Another time in the early morning hours, after electrocuting me for three or four consecutive hours, I heard several people break into my wooden gate and come into my private backyard, and then yelled sarcastically, “Do you need any food?” And then I heard them all quickly run away, laughing.;

E. My mail, two of my ballots, and other private property has also been stolen. In 2014 I reported it to the Inspector General and the local Post Master, but received no explanation, other than having my stolen mail returned to me by a man who claimed to be with the post office and who called himself, “Scot Hilton”.

Mr. Hilton said my ballot and debit card, along with a large stack of other letters addressed to me, were found at the home of the park’s maintenance man, Charles. In May of 2017 my ballot was stolen again, although I have not formally reported it, other than to confirm the ballot was in fact mailed out to this address;

F. From shortly after I moved into Southgate, until December of 2014, I believe the same two neighbors mentioned above in (Lot 22) had been stealing electricity from me — over $3,000, or, along with park’s manager, know who was stealing my electric. Unknown to me at the time I moved in, the electrical outlets for my RV are located behind Lot 22. But something happened in December of 2014 (one month after my visit to Dr. Colemen mentioned above, to prevent this ongoing ‘theft by taking’ from a vulnerable person.

To my surprise, beginning in January of 2015 I noticed that my electric bill had dropped by about 30%, and has remained at this lower level ever since that time. I suspect before this time, my neighbors, Mark and Maurene, or someone they knew, was plugging into one of the three outlets available. In the beginning I was only using one or two of the outlets. But after I began plugging into all three, I would often wake up to find one of my three extension cords unplugged and would have to walk next store to plug it back in. Since the theft ended in 2015, curiously, not once has any of my cords ever come unplugged…although I suspect that will be next.

One only needs to compare our electrical bills during this time (from January 2009 until January 2015) to see evidence of this willful theft of property, by not only one of my friendly neighbors, but also the park’s manager who I said has access to all of our electrical bills, which is added on to the rent each month;

G. On February 7, 2012, a young boy screamed aloud that I had tried to rape him, as I was walking past him on my way to the mail room. I have never spoken to him or any other child in the park, and promptly reported the incident in writing to both the manager and several neighbors who live near the place I was walking when it happened. Not only did these individuals not protect the young child by reporting his allegation to any one in authority, but also placed me in great danger by not making sure the police officially cleared me of this allegation, given my status as an RSO who is unable to protect himself from any trailer park vigilantes who may have heard the boy screaming;

H. Despite all of this, which has all been reported to the current manager, Debbie Sleeper, the Park management has willfully ignored my request for help or protection. Once in 2013, after describing a week of harassment in the middle of the night by unknown persons, who explained from outside my window how they intended to murder me, she patted me on the top of the head and said, sarcastically, “It’s all in your head, Don” and called Ms. Clark, who quickly called Dr. Coleman without my consent. This prompted me to write to Ms. Clark and Dr. Coleman.

For this reason, along with my manager and some of my neighbors, I believe local and other Oregon law enforcement officials, and more than a few corrupt politicians (who may have been paying my ex-wife to make child porn wile we were married), are involved in what has been seven years of harassment and abuse because of my status as an out-spoken RSO (see my published autobiography, “3 Americas” at:
www.wolfeout.com
As you may know, murdering RSO’s has been a common occurrence in the Northwest, and I believe I am being targeted because of my status and advocacy on behalf of RSO’s. I suspect, those responsible for punishing me have coerced or convinced my manager and the park owners to protect the identity of these yet unidentified vigilantes, some of whom I believe are Oregon police officers and local politicians.

Finally, as evidence of police involvement in this harassment, these attacks began three weeks after I moved into the Southgate RV and Mobil Home Park in 2009. At that time, two Portland Police Officers came looking for me (allegedly, to verify my residency?) under the direction and supervision of Officer Briget Sickon. According to four witnesses, the two burley officers viciously used their clubs to pound over $5,000 in damages into the side of my RV while I was gone. and then, shared my mug shot (taken after going twenty-five hours without food or water) with every one in the Park they could find, and who they could prejudice against me. Sadly, as a new, and yet unknown, resident in the park, it apparently worked just as they planned…

This past Thursday evening, on September 19, 2017, some police officer, under the pretence of confirming my residency, used his club to once again began pounding on my fence and RV (without just cause), while screaming something about “sex offenders”, sounding like some jack-booted nazi, commanding that I let this crazed maniac come inside my home, or worse, go out there to meet with him! As any reasonable person, in my circumstances, I refuse to respond or comply to anyone associated with “law enforcement”. After ten minutes or so the lwell-armed lunatic went away.

Therefore, in what is my best effort to comply with state law, given my severe disabilities and continued harassment by the government and its agents (which constitutes ex-post facto punishment and violates my constitutional rights), I am for the last time enclosing a signed and dated copy of my 2016 annual registration form (required of all alleged sex offenders in Oregon, innocent or not) and a current photograph which was taken this month (September of 2017), and witnessed ;by my personal care giver, denise Arciero, who provided her personal assistance in providing this information to your office.

To further document the information provided above, I am also enclosing a CD ROM which includes a digital copy of these documents, along with several other files and photos that substantiate my horrific circumstances and justify my need for this continued accommodation (and my right to be perminently removed from any obligations under this coerced compliance), based on disability and being targeted by government and private vigilantes.

Your time is appreciated.

Sincerely,
Donald R. Wolfe [DR Wolf]}

CC: Ellen F. Rosenblum, State Attorney General/Democrat