“3 Americas: The Southgate Death Camp and the Slow Killing of a Blind Wolfe” (autobiography)

(Last updated: July 13, 2018)
(Published: June 30, 2018)
3 Americas: The Southgate Death Camp and the Slow Killing of a Blind Wolfe
(by the “Goons” of “Oregoonia”)
by DR Wolfe

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

There’s no doubt now in my mind, just as I was set up by my ex-wife in 2001, I was also tricked into moving in to this RV and Mobil home park on 82nd Avenue, I call the “Southgate Death Camp”.

After I was wrongly charged and falsely imprisoned by Washington County, on behalf of her powerful friends, I have been unfairly labeled for life as a “registered sex offender” and a “felon”.

First, they used this coerced plea bargain to have me evicted from my Lake Oswego apartment. And then “they” arranged to have me denied any services or assistance from the state agency for the blind.

Then the next landlord curiously decided to up and moved to Hawaii. While he was still collecting our rent, he decided to stop paying the mortgage. Subsequently, we were all was evicted by the bank.

Then, finding no one who would rent to an RSO, regardless of the circumstances, I moved into a meth house where my belongings and medicine were being stolen by the other pennants and the landlord’s maintenance guy. One day me and a friend were in my room and we caught this creep named Eric sneaking in my room (without knocking). When I complained to the owner, Oscar Hess, and mentioned he was drunk at the time, he ignored my complaint. And when I put on a second lock, Hess evicted me.

For god sakes Oscar, they were smoking meth in the kitchen!

Sounds like I would have a good case of ‘constructive eviction’, wouldn’t it? Except, since my landlord, Oscar Hess, was well-connected with the county, having once apparently ran the county’s sewer system, once again, there would be no justice in third America for me.

So even today, every night my head and feet are being cooked with some kind of weapon. Despite that this has gone on for the last eight years, neither the cops, or the F.B.I., or the gay governor, or the Jewish State Attorney General, or any of these righteous politician or pressitutes, give a crap!

It’s obvious now, I was targeted in 1993 by the government trolls who serve the elite because of my radical views, about medical marijuana and other unpopular views. And more importantly, maybe it’s because of what I know about the government’s mind control programs…and how truly evil these people are!

It all began here at the Southgate Death Camp when I agreed to buy the RV and Mrs. Sleeper and the RV’s previous owner tricked me into moving my RV to the very back of the park, away from everything. They said I would be a whole lot happier. Ugh…

When I bought it, the RV was parked in Lot 15 which was directly across from the office, the laundry room, the mail room, the community garden, the public bathroom, and only a hundred feet away from the park’s entrance. They claimed it would be quieter in the far back. But even before all this harassment began, it was already almost impossible to find my way out of the park using a white cane. Not to mention how hard it was coming home alone and trying to find my lot, since every spot felt exactly the same unless I went up to the door…which, thanks to the Portland Police who walked around the park showing everyone my picture, made a lot of these trailer park people angry or upset.

I realize now I was moved back here so that “they” could abuse me without anyone seeing what they were doing…and burn down the RV without any witnesses, just in case I died in one of these fires they have set over the last eight years!

The Sleepers, the owners, and their friends from local law enforcement, including Sheriff Mike Reese (Who was forced out as the Chief of Portland police and went on to help form a local group of wealthy and influential vigilantes called the “Round Circle” before being elected sheriff in 2016.), have tried to kill me several times and have held me prisoner in my RV since February of 2015. Here’s why the park’s manager and owners have joined in on all the fun!

After just five weeks, a partly disabled man named Jack died under suspicious circumstances in this same RV I was suckered into buying by a woman named Dorothy Rasche. A year later, after being evicted from her trailer in Tigard, Rasche came under investigation from Washington County for a string of fires set at her former complex. And then on behalf of Dorothy Rasche, a sneaky lawyer named Aaron Fitzgerald, formally with the DA’s Office, along with a friend of Judge van Dyk, Judge Angel Lopez, made sure I never got the title for the RV I paid for. This means I can’t move it anywhere.

Apparently, this RV was used as a meth lab in Sacramento by the Rasches before being moved to Portland. When Debbie and the owners figured out they were liable for Jack’s death, they refused to let Jack’s family buy it even though they had cash. So they found this ‘stupid blind guy’ to buy it on credit with nothing down instead.

So this way, everyone would believe their story that this blind man had caused the accident…when it was blown up or burned down. That may be why someone removed the inside door handle, requiring a flat head screw driver and a few spare minutes to open…

Does it make any sense that Dorothy Rasche wouldn’t take $4500 in cash from some man who saw her RV posted on Craigslist? But rather, agreed to take $3000 from me (in payments), even though we had only spoken once before on the city bus before she made me this completely unbelievable offer!

Over the last eight years, someone has tried to burn it down several times; twice someone tried to blow it up; and once I suspect they had someone try to run me down at the corner of Flavel and 82nd Avenue (As usual, the cops and the IPR covered it up!); and now they are doing everything they can think of to make me look crazy because they want the police to remove me.

I believe they want to destroy the only evidence left proving Jack was murdered by Dorothy’s bathtub (where the Rasches made the meth). And they don’t care if they kill me to do it! Yet, the FBI and the State Police do nothing…

So as I write this today, I am still being continuously shocked, burned and sprayed with some kind of poisonous mist. But I’m not first person here who has died under suspicious circumstances, in which apparently no one from law enforcement has ever investigated…

After just five weeks, a partly disabled man named Jack died under suspicious circumstances in this same RV I was suckered into buying by a woman named Dorothy Rasche. A year later, after being evicted from her trailer in Tigard, Rasche came under investigation from Washington County for a string of fires set at her former complex. And then on behalf of Dorothy Rasche, a sneaky lawyer named Aaron Fitzgerald, formally with the DA’s Office, along with a friend of Judge van Dyk, Judge Angel Lopez, made sure I never got the title for the RV I paid for. This means I can’t move it anywhere.

Apparently, this RV was used as a meth lab in Sacramento by the Rasches before being moved to Portland. When Debbie and the owners figured out they were liable for Jack’s death, they refused to let Jack’s family buy it even though they had cash. So they found this ‘stupid blind guy’ to buy it on credit with nothing down instead.

So this way, everyone would believe their story that this blind man had caused the accident…when it was blown up or burned down. That may be why someone removed the inside door handle, requiring a flat head screw driver and a few spare minutes to open…

Does it make any sense that Dorothy Rasche wouldn’t take $4500 in cash from some man who saw her RV posted on Craigslist? But rather, agreed to take $3000 from me (in payments), even though we had only spoken once before on the city bus before she made me this completely unbelievable offer!

Over the last eight years, someone has tried to burn it down several times; twice someone tried to blow it up; and once I suspect they had someone try to run me down at the corner of Flavel and 82nd Avenue (As usual, the cops and the IPR covered it up!); and now they are doing everything they can think of to make me look crazy because they want the police to remove me.

I believe they want to destroy the only evidence left proving Jack was murdered by Dorothy’s bathtub (where the Rasches made the meth). And they don’t care if they kill me to do it! Yet, the FBI and the State Police do nothing…

So here’s the connection and the two men I believe are responsible for the police involvement in what’s been happening, and the DOJ’s indifference. Judge van Dyk’s 2004 campaign was managed by Oregon attorney Marc Abrams — which was the same exact time, according to my wife, Judge van Dyk had manipulated two West Linn police officers to hunt me down at my wife’s apartment in the middle of the night, with loaded guns!

Along with being a government labor lawyer for the State of Oregon (who defends dishonest government employees who ought to be fired) and a Jewish hack writer for “Blue Oregon”, Marc Abrams is the muscle behind van Dyk’s gang of Clackamas County thugs who came after me in 2004.

I believe Abrams and his friends are doing this because I threatened to report Christel to child protective services in the spring of 2004 for some of what is written here. This meant, if this were exposed in the fall of 2004 her blooming relationship with Judge van Dyk may have become public before the November, 2004 election.

Abrams is also a regular host on a local Sunday morning political show with Alpha Media. Every Sunday Abrams gets to pretend to be a compassionate liberal,
rather than the arrogant elitist, crookid neo-liberal lawyer he is in real life–

The facts prove “” someone was protecting the two men who tried to kill me in 2010, while I was petitioning for medical marijuana dispensaries.

When these two guys, or agents, or cops, ran me down, the truth is I suspect they were trying to kill me because of my activism over marijuana, but here’s the facts, you decide.

Ask yourself, does it make any sense, that three witnesses saw this driver fly around the corner without pausing, before he hit me, and the police didn’t at the very least test the driver for being possibly impaired? Especially on a corner known for sex workers and drug dealers.

So you know, I was carrying a white cane, two large campaign signs, and a three foot long (fake) joint! Oh, and it was 4:30 p.m. on Halloween, and there were probably already a few very little kids in the neighborhood who were running back and forth in front of their houses, showing off their costumes, waiting to go trick or treating.

Do you suppose that Officer Leonard and the cops could care less about keeping the kids safe from reckless drivers in certain neighborhoods, like here in “felony flats”, like they do in the burgs?

Is it really surprising that Officer Leonard falsified the report by writing down the license plate number twice and not including the driver’s insurance number. Maybe this is why the driver claimed he wasn’t the one driving the vehicle that hit me, because he had no insurance and maybe the cop (and the two lawyers I hired) knew it, and let him go because he simply viewed me as being another disposable “cripple”? Or perhaps, was he possibly an under cover cop?

So after I spoke to his “supervising” officer later that week, Officer Leonard then gave me the wrong insurance number over the phone. Apparently, he was thinking I would just go away.

And even though I never filled out the complaint form they sent me, the City’s “Independent” Police Review conducted a three month investigation of Officer Leonard but never once bothered to call me to interview the most critical witness — the VICTIM! And surprise, surprise, the IPR determined that Officer Danny [Jeff] Leonard had acted professionally, and even gave him some bullshit award a few years later for apparently being another one of the “good cops from Rotland”.

Not surprisingly, the two Jewish lawyers [Shulman and DuBois] I ended up hiring (since they were the first names that appeared on my “search” engine) withheld almost 80% of the settlement money.

So rather than going after the real driver and owner for permanently damaging my right arm, these two greedy lawyers appear to have let the passenger use his insurance instead, which just happened to be the very minimum insurance required under Oregon law. But they made no effort at all to go after the owner’s insurance, who, at the very least, knowingly allowed this passenger to drive his vehicle like a maniac in a residential neighborhood on Halloween. Does this make any sense? Wouldn’t a competent lawyer go after both insurance companies for damages?

Sounds crazy, but I have to wonder, did the law firm of Shulman and DuBois get take a bribe of some kind from what may have been a DEA agent (and his informant) who had been chasing me and my massive joint around town all day, and eventually ran me down?

And maybe that’s why OHSU was able to get me into surgery nine months early?

“You’ll never believe your luck,” the hospital told me when they called with the “good” news.

The surgeon said I had completely torn the tendon that connects the shoulder to the arm, and that’s why I was unable to lift my right arm. But then, the hospital says they has an opening in early March of 2011, and promises me he’ll be there when I wake up.

So the last thing I remember was this male nurse, who I strongly suspect was openly gay (if you could see), was holding me down while some woman was shoving a long needle into my spine. The pain caused me to pass out.

When I woke up, this same creepy male nurse was ripping off my bandages. As he jerked out each of my IV’s, I asked where the surgeon was, sense the room seemed completely empty.

He said the surgery went longer then they planned, so the surgeon had left and would talk to me later. Not more than twenty or thirty minutes later, I found myself sitting in a wheelchair in front of the exit doors. I t was freezing. It was about thirty or forty minutes later when my transportation showed up.

While I’ve always had a few gay friends where ever I’ve lived, the LGBTQ community here is one of the most militant any where. So, if you’re a straight man, you should know the gay people in Portland, Oregon are some of the meanest, most vicious gay people I have ever met. It’s the only city I’ve lived in where a gay man can grab your ass at a bus stop and say something crude to you, and not be arrested!

And as you may know, within the last ten years the openly gay mayors of both Portland and Seattle were forced to end their political careers after being accused of molesting underage males and lying about it.

And that’s why I think this creepy nurse did something else to me while I was under, since I’ve never been able to urinate normally (straight) since my surgery…

As I said, I believe, those responsible for trying to kill me, along with Abrams and Judge van Dyk, may include a group of powerful people, which I know includes some local and federal cops, and very likely a local group of wealthy and influential vigilantes called the “Round Circle”.

The current Multnomah Sheriff, Mike Reese, was apparently one of the group’s original founders, just prior to running unopposed in 2016, and surprise, surprise, being “elected” sheriff! (In all fairness, this was a special election and Reese was appointed to be acting sheriff when the previous Sheriff, Dan Staton, was forced to resign over allegations of having “sexually assaulted” and/or “sexually harassed” several female deputies. Ironically, Reese himself, was forced to also resign a few years earlier as Portland’s chief of police after a series of allegations and criminal charges had been filed against several Portland Police Officers under his supervision.

Because of my activism, and how Sheriff Reese had bragged to the Portland City Club about his brand new powerful tasers, I believe both the Portland Police and the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Department, along with Clackamas and Washington County law enforcement, are all involved in the ongoing sexual assaults and the daily harassment being leveled against me.)

A few years ago my neighbor, Donna (Lot 24) suddenly died. She was a few years older than me when she died and was a very delicate woman. She had both a brain tumor and bad heart, and could never handle the sort of shocks I am getting.

Since most of these sudden shocks used to be coming from mostly the north (Lot 22 or maybe Lot 19) and they sometimes take away my breath and leave burn marks. And since Donna lived only about twelve feet away from me to the south, I believe they may have unintentionally killed her while they were torturing me and my dog with these weapons.

Debbie Sleeper, the manager here at Southgate, claimed she died of natural causes the same day she died…but I have always wondered how the manager could know exactly how Donna died that soon?

I also told Ms. Sleeper at the time I had heard a man screaming at Donna the night before she died. I also told her I heard this same man, who I thought I heard Donna call “Mike”, yelling at her once earlier that week,

Apparently the manager never told the police anything about this stranger…who may have “accidentally” caused her death, by either threatening her or upsetting her, if not by electrocuting her too. I heard him telling Donna she had to move (until they were done with me).

Here’s the strange thing. They had already once moved Donna out of her trailer about six months earlier, claiming they were re-modeling it, which the manager confirmed when I asked what happened to her.

When Donna first moved back in she asked for, and I gave her a small bag of medical marijuana, as I often did. she told me they hadn’t done hardly any work at all on her trailer and she was angry at Debbie [the manager] about being forced to move out of her home where she’s lived for twenty years. That is, until she put her foot down and demanded to be brought back home…where she died a few months later–

So, there’s no doubt in my mind this is all happening today because of what began that afternoon. And probably because of my outspoken political views about marijuana reform, removing fluoride form our public water, and holding the State of Israel accountable for its continuing genocide of the Palestinians. And probably because of my vocal advocacy against the government’s over reaching surveillance, our criminal injustice system (that regularly abuses anyone who is poor, who is a racial minority, or anyone who is or who appears to be disabled [i.e. “defective”]).

For the last seven or eight years almost every night “they” gather outside my RV after dark to conduct these daily rapes, where me and my dog are being shocked, sprayed with some liquid, and literally being cooked alive with some sort of cell-damaging, microwave weapon, which I believe is being used by some federal agency’s secret authorization under the pretences of being a “body scanner”, or that’s how I would describe how it feels (except I have no weapon, other than my mind, and haven’t left my home in almost three years):
(See: “Gay Governor Kate Brown Lets Oregoons Torture New Ota Benga, for Fun!”

Is this why the Vegas shooter, Stephen Potok, was reported to have been heard screaming in his bed at night? Was he being tortured like me? Except maybe he didn’t know which Nevada mobster was behind it, so, like Aaron Alexis, did he start making a plan…a plan to stop them (or at least, stop the people who may be funding this evil program? A secret program that is intentionally driving Americans crazy and seems to want more and more anger and violence, since it would give them an excuse (with the public support)to take away the one weapon they can’t control, electronically.

We’ve always known the pressitutes have been covering up for “them” (if they want to get paid). Along with the plastics and other poisons they’re using to kill us, by turning up the “heat” on the entire world, our bodies will begin to break down from stress and decease, making all of you helpless blind people who, like me, can be raped, tortured or murdered by the police, the “correction” creeps or some guy under their mind control weapons (like Chris Mercer or James Holmes) when ever they want.