HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABRAHAM!!! Missing Child: Abraham Timothy Wolfe, DOB: August 26, 2002, Gender: M COUNTY OF BIRTH: Multnomah County, Oregon MOTHER: Christel Lynn Wolfe FATHER: Donald Ray Wolfe (Do you know anything about my son? I haven’t heard from him for almost fifteen years. You can reach me: drwolfe@wolfeout.com)

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BORN: August 26, 2002 Portland, Oregon
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
(Last Updated: August 26, 2022)
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 08
The Theft of Abraham Wolfe
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.)

PART ONE:
In December of 2001 we learned Christel was pregnant. And all four of us were very excited about the news.

The following spring Christel and I decided to get married, that’s when I changed my last name. In 2002 I took Christel’s last name, and this way, when Abraham was born, Abraham, Christel and I would all share the same sir name.

Christel explained, she wanted to keep her last name, which she got from her first marriage to Richard Wolff. She said it was because she was already a “recognized artist”, in Oregon and liked the way it sounded. But she didn’t care how we spelled it, so we changed the last letter.

I printed out a copy of Linda Mock’s nasty E mail, calling me a “Bohner”. So I grabbed my birth certificate and went down to the Washington County Court House.

With Christel’s help, we filled out the forms and I went before a judge and legally changed my name, with as I said earlier the exception of the last letter.

After we were married, Christel then changed her drivers license from “Wolff” to “Wolfe”, so our last names would match when Abraham was born, as you can see from his birth certificate:

BORN: Abraham Timothy Wolfe
DOB: August 26, 2002
Gender: M
Eyes: Blue
COUNTY OF BIRTH: Multnomah County, Oregon
MOTHER: Christel Lynn Wolfe
FATHER: Donald Ray Wolfe]

As planned, on August 26, 2002, Christel, her mom, and the girls and I drove to, Legacy Emanual Hospital which was located on the northwest side of Portland. My wife wanted to have our baby born on her father’s birthday, so on the morning of August 26th she was given something to induce labor. Just a few hours later, Abraham Timothy Wolfe was born.

It was an amazing moment, because just at the moment his head began to emerge, the mid-wife placed my hand on his crown, as he emerged into the world.

Christel, Abraham and I stayed over night at the hospital, to make sure Christel and him were okay. And they were both perfect, despite what the woman from the birthing center told us.

“I have some bad news,” she said. “We think it’s possible that your baby has Downs, and you both need to think about doing something about it.” In other words, terminating the pregnancy.”

Obviously, we were both horrified by this comment. Not because there was a small possibility that our child would be born with a serious disability, but because this stranger was suggesting we end the baby’s life…rather than “suffer” through the possibility of raising a child with a disability.

Since I was raised catholic, and Christel had converted to Catholicism while she was a teenager, we had already agreed when we learned she was pregnant that abortion was not an option, unless it meant saving her life.

We wondered how many other parents were being manipulated — being frightened, by this woman, who may have been using her position with the hospital to encourage parents to accept her personal beliefs?

Not surprisingly, she was completely wrong. He was perfect in every way!

I remember holding him in my arms and rocking him, while Christel slept. I hummed the melody to “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” and I felt his body relax in mine, but he never slept, just laid there listening. It probably reminded him of being in the womb, the way I gently, but securely, held his tiny body. I suppose he could sense the feel of my body while I sang the melody in a low key and it resinated from my stomach across his back.

He was an amazing baby, always chattering away about something…and almost never crying. I remember this one thing about him, and that is, he always seemed to be happy.

Some of our friends called him an “Indy Baby”, because his sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes. he was definitely a real cutie, and caught the attention of all the women and girls every where we went.

One of the most fun things we ever did together, was playing piano. From the time he was a little baby, I would set him on my lap while I played the piano. Almost immediately he began reaching out and tapping the keys.

First, he would just play one or two keys, with one hand, and laugh. and then do it again.

But before Christel took him away from our home in southeast Portland and moved to West Linn, he began using both of his hands and would play little songs, five, six, or seven keys in a row. Although he was barely three, he was already writing songs.

Although his best performance was a recording We made of him singing along with Ella Fitzgerald’s “It Don’t Mean a Thing.” For copyright reasons, I can’t post it here.

While Christel was in school, he would come over to my apartment in Lake Oswego for visits. We would watch movies together. And I pretended to know what was going on the television screen, even though I couldn’t see it. We would play the piano and eat lunch, and run around the apartment in circles.

My apartment had a wall between the living room and the kitchen, with an opening at each end. This way, Abraham would grab my index finger and run around and around, and around, dragging me behind. Or at least, that’s how I made it look. He was the conductor, and I was the caboose, waving my white cane behind me.

When we lived on Shiller, he had a funny way of greeting people. Probably from overhearing me say hello.

“Hey Dute,” he began saying to everyone who would come over. So we started calling him that. “Hey Little Dute!” Slapping him five or ten.

So, let me begin this chapter about how the State of Oregon stole my beautiful son. It started with my false imprisonment, just days before my custody trial was scheduled to take place. And I believe Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay at the time, and a employee or contractor with E-Bay named Libby Rascon. She was also a computer business teacher at Lane Community College, which begs the question, as I’ll explain.

And I’ll end this chapter with a letter addressed to the Sheriff of Douglas County about my wife’s links to the 2015 shooting at Umpqua Community College (UCC) a few years ago, which is kind of weird.

If you don’t remember, the shooting at Umpqua Community College left one professor and eight innocent students dead. Including a young woman who U.S. Senator Merkley described as his “favorite cousin”, Rebbecca Karnes.

I believe, had “they” not falsely imprisoned me so that I was unable to attend my custody/divorce trial in Eugene, Abraham with still be with me, and perhaps, all of those students would still be alive. But of course, that’s just speculation or wishful thinking on my part.

You see, the professor targeted by Chris Mercer, the shooter, may have been one of two UCC professors my wife had an affair with while she was a student.

However, before reading that letter, I’ll describe a couple more interesting facts about how I was set up for the purpose of “destroying” my life and credibility, and eventually, what would be the organized theft of my child by my wife and the government.

I believe Ron Wyden, John Kitzhaber, Ted Kulongoski, and a whole bunch of other thugs from Clackamas, Washington, and Lane Counties) arranged to steal my kid, and here’s how it began.

After Christel filed for divorce, I went to Legal Aide in Portland, and they agreed to take my case. I was surprised, but grateful, since I noticed that the office staff was almost entirely made up of women. It’s hard to not notice the bias toward women and homosexuals in a liberal city like Portland, where the feminist agenda is so prevalent.

However, about a month later they informed me in writing that their office would soon be merging with the office in Eugene and would no longer be able to represent me. In their letter they claimed my wife was being represented by a lawyer with Legal Aide in Eugene, but this wasn’t true.

I believe my wife’s new boyfriend, Chris Rascon, and his wife, Libby Rascon, had hired a private lawyer named Michelle Bo Victor, to take my wife’s case. My wife didn’t have any money, but the Rascons were hooked up with E-Bay and apparently had lots of money to burn.

My wife told me during the divorce that what I said to Libby Rascon cost Chris $100,0000 for his own divorce. I thought , I would vprobablly kill or destroy somebody for costing me that much money.

So I knew Legal Aide of Eugene had nothing to do with her case., but this is very typical of how corrupt lawyers can be toward indigent people. And since I no longer had legal representation, three days before the trial they were able to have me arrested by Clackamas County on an unsubstantiated probation violation.

They said, by contacting my wife’s boyfriend’s ex-wife, who had called me three different times and sent me her E-Mail. In fact, I didn’t even have her phone number, since she blocked all of her calls. So as she agreed, I E-mailed her some information about my upcoming divorce.

I think I was arrested for this phony PV by Clackamas County to prevent me from attending the trial in Eugene and exposing my wife’s deviant behavior. Apparently, under our legal system the truth doesn’t mean anything. Only winning matters.

The reason her and her friends from Clackamas County couldn’t let me attend the trial in Eugene is because the first thing I intended to do, was to ask that the trial be moved to the Multnomah County Court.

First, my wife had no right to take my son half way across the state, on the day before Christmas, which seemed especially cruel. I’m confident that, as a blind person, the court would have agreed that she had no legal right to move this far away, simply because she wanted to be near her new boyfriend, Chris Rascon. They most likely would have ordered her to drive to Multnomah County for the trial, rather than requiring me to take a bus at four in the morning to Eugene.

If Legal Aide for Multnomah County had not refused to represent me, and I had an actual attorney there, I’m confident that the court would have agreed that moving to, and then filing for divorce in, Lane County was fundamentally unfair. But everything she did to me, including possibly falsely testifying to the grand jury about my blindness, was to avoid responsibility.

Wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to ask, how many American men and their families have had their lives destroyed by “feminist-controlled” organizations like this, such as Legal Aide of Multnomah County?

If the State really wanted to reduce domestic violence, they would have to make sure the system is perceived as being fair. Otherwise, some men will find another solution, which I’m sure the mocking bird media will promptly exploit, as usual.

I was on probation from Clackamas County at the time, and never had any serious problem with the correction department, until this.

As I said, in 2007, a few days before I was too appear in a Eugene Court I was arrested for an alleged probation violation by Clackamas County Corrections, I was put in Sheriff Craig Roberts jail for one day in Clackamas County. I believe this was done to intentionally prevent me from appearing at my custody trial, which was scheduled for that Thursday in Eugene.

So my P.O., Art Nagel, told me to show up at his office on Monday, and he wouldn’t tell me why. So it made me anxious, which may have been the plan.

When I showed up on Monday afternoon with my ballot in my backpack, since it was the day before the may election, I was arrested and never got to vote. I imagined Jay scroggin was standing like some Gestapo Officer with his hands behind his back looking across the room, while officer Mickey Jones and some other really short officer held on to my other arms. It seemed like it was being filmed for Billionaire TV, the way it was staged with these two really short correction officers holding on to me really tight, which made me seem like a really big fugitive that had escaped from prison. And Nagel just sat there going through my wallet and saying something about my alleged PV.

About a week earlier, U.S. Senator Ron Wyden appeared on KEX Radio with “Mark Moron” Mason and “Dead Dave” Anderson, two of the biggest stooges in Portland radio at the time.

During the interview, Wyden acknowledged that Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay at the time, came into his office that week to asked him a favor. I didn’t think much about what he was saying, but it caught my attention simply because I knew Christel was now seeing a guy who was connected, through his wife, to E-Bay.

Along with being the CEO of E-Bay, Meg Whitman was a billionaire Republican from California. Despite this, neither Mason or Anderson bothered to ask Senator Wyden exactly what the favor was, or why he was doing a favor for a Republican who lived in another state. Was it because perhaps, she is Jewish and a billionaire, and he’s obligated to protect anyone who is a wealthy Jew, like most of the people in Congress?

As I mentioned above, both my wife’s latest lover (Chris Rascon) and his ex-wife (Libby Rascon were loyal E-Bay employees, or contractors, and well-connected to the company. And as we’ve learned recently, the E-Bay higher upscan be rather vicious toward their adversaries.

According to a New York Times article, Prosecutor Andrew Melling from Boston and the FBI uncovered an organized, systematic effort to destroy the lives of a couple from Massachusetts. The married couple published an online blog that was critical of E-bay, and the harassment I read about seemed very similar to what I’ve experienced.

But it’s unlikely that our U.S. Attorney here in Portland will prosecute the Rascons, even if it’s true that Senator Wyden, Meg Whitman, and the Rascons are behind all of this harassment. Can you imagine the blow back the U.S Attorney would get in a liberal state like Oregon if they prosecuted a sitting Democratic U.S. Senator? Except, that’s exactly what it appears Ron Wyden, along with dozens of other people from Oregon, did to me.

According to the indictment, E-Bay employees and contractors were going to send the couple a dead rat. Similarly, I found a dead rat placed on my walkway just outside my door.

the Boston couple was also sent through the mail spiders and cockroaches, Similarly, someone have been putting dirt, ants, and probably spiders in the outside walls of my RV, on the north side. For years, they had put dozens of mice inside my RV through vents and windows. It almost killed me, as I became very sick from the mouse feces and urine, before I realized what was happening.

In fact, Lindy Farr, of Redmond, Oregon, died in 2018 from Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome, which interestingly is caused by mouse feces and urine.

They’re spraying this stinky stuff out
my RV, that smells like bear spray. Another time, I ordered a food box from St. Vincent de Paul. When it was delivered, someone put an empty jar of peanut butter right on top. When this happened, I thought how would I know that they’re not putting other things in the food? So, despite being raised Catholic and admiring the work St. Vincent de Paul does for the poor, I stopped getting the home food box deliveries because of this harassment.

The electronic harassment I have experienced includes hacking into my computer and Internet accounts, which would be very easy for these computer hacks from E-Bay to do, since I’m completely blind and dependant on screen access software. I suspect this same screen access software is how they are able to hack into voting machines and change someone’s vote.

For example, they often change my speech or just shut it off, or shut off the sound, which has the same effect. They also rearrange the content of my files or delete them, when they’re not causing my cursor to jump all over.

As you can see from my web site, WolfeOut.com, they delete or change my writings and do things to make me look stupid, like taking out the paragraph breaks and changing the punctuation. I know someone is doing this, because it wasn’t happening when I first started using Word Press and posting my autobiography, “3 Americas”, online.

And it’s interesting that in Chapter One, the first time I mention her, Libby Rascon’s, her first name was changed to “Libber.”

They are also using this weapon on me that makes me nauseous, called a “Vomitor”. They are using a sound emitter that makes the ears ring, like apparently they’re doing to the people in Olympia, Washington, who gather after dark in the streets.

I am also periodically being sprayed with some kind of mist. I have no way to know if it is poisonous or not, so it causes me great distress, as it is intended to do, when I feel this mist against my skin. The Deep State trolls know creating distress among the people always leads to other collateral damage.

Did you know the skin absorbs 20% to 60% of what it touches?

I have mentioned countless times I’m also being shocked every day in the crotch and other places on my body with some kind of weapon, that makes a person itch. Although, the couple from Boston didn’t report this sort of electronic harassment, we know the technology exists.

I believe the Rascons conspired with Senator Wyden, who contacted the Governor, Ted Kulongoski. Then, as my PO admitted, Art Nagel, the governor contacted Clackamas County, who had me arrested on a bogus Probation Violation, which they can do to anybody.

In other words, no judge is going to ever question the authority of the Correction Department, in any Oregon county no matter what they do to an indigent defendant.

Here’s what happened.

I sent a letter about my wife and her husband to Libby Rascon at Lane Community College, where she taught computers, and could easily block my future E mails any time she wanted. I included my telephone number, and so, she called me, twice, and once again a month later.

When she called the second time, I answered the phone and we had a long conversation about Chris, and how he would act around my son. I was alarmed by what she was telling me about his violent outbursts.

She asked if I knew Christel’s E mail address. When I gave it to her she began hacking into Christel’s E mail account. I was shocked when a few minutes later she began reading an E mail send to Christel.

She said she would be willing to help me with my divorce/custody trial, but she wanted more information. So she sent me an E mail saying this, which I gave to my PO, Art Nagel. He quickly slipped into the back of his file cabinet, which is a common practice for unwanted legal documents in Clackamas County.

As I said, I did not have her telephone number or home address, so I responded several times by E mail, sending her information about the secret apartment Chris had, and other things. As I said, as a computer instructor, she knew how to easily block my E mails, if she wanted to. So I was accused of contacting her by E mail, which I did, and they claimed it was a probation violation, and then they arrested me to prevent me from testifying in Eugene.

Libby Rascon never told me directly to stop sending he information, although Christel’s attorney, Michelle Bo Victor, sent me a letter, telling me to stop contacting her. And why wouldn’t this lawyer say this, once she found out that we had conspired against her client to share information about both Christel and Chris?(So I ignored the letter, and sent Libby another updated E mail.

During our first conversation, Libby told me about how Chris had stood up in front of her family during a Christmas dinner, just a few days before Christel moved back to Springfield. Despite that his audience included two police officers, Creepy Chris swore he loved his wife, Libby. Except Christel told me, Chris had been seeing her since last summer. And before this he was getting together with my mother-in-law at this secret apartment, which conveniently required a secret code to enter.

Chris Rascon, Libby Rascon, my wife, and her attorney, started calling everyone they knew. Including the office of U.S. Senator Ron Wyden, for help. As I said, apparently Senator Wyden obliged.

Being arrested prevented me from putting the Rascons reputation, if not their person, on the stand, which would have embarrassed Meg Whitman, who sold her stock in E-Bay for one billion dollars less than one year later.

My wife married Chris Rascon one week after she arranged, with apparently the help of Senator Wyden, Governor Kulongoski, and Clackamas County Corrections, to have me arrested. Specifically, because I planned to disclose that Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had once broken her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my wife and my mother-in-law. Unfortunately, she told her family and the hospital that she had fallen down.

As I said, Chris Rascon had an extra apartment that Libby didn’t know about. A private love nest in Eugene that required a code…and Libby didn’t have the code. Christel told me about this secret apartment during one of her visits, when she was mad at Chris.

Make no mistake, during the trial I intended to question my wife about what she knew about this secret apartment and some other serious concerns I had about Chris being a safe guardian to our son, Abraham, who was only four at the time.

I was also going to ask her whether she had ever knowingly had sexual relations with men or women in the presence of her children.

And I was going to ask her about the letter she sent Dennis Marley, and included in her exhibits. In this letter she admits she had brought her sexually curious daughter into our bed, despite knowing that I was naked and already aroused.

I was going to ask her about letting her daughters sit naked on my lap, and encouraging them to take off all their clothes and get into the tub with us.

I was also going to ask Christel about once, after we were engaged, taking her girls to a UCC professor’s home and staying over night. And if this was the same English professor who was killed by Chris Murcer during the UCC shootings.

This would be my right to ask these questions, as Abraham’s biological father, since the safety of Abraham was in question.

Because of the Rascon’s direct ties to Meg Whitman and E-Bay executives, it is possible that Whitman’s stock would have taken a tumble if I had been allowed to question Christel under oath, about the Rascons. And it was exposed that people such as this who would abuse a severely disabled person were associated with the company.

Shortly after Christel moved to Eugene (so she could be with Chris), she brought Abraham back to Portland for a visit. While we were in the bathroom having sex on the dirty floor (while Abraham was watching a movie), Christel told me this. She said she was very concerned about the way Chris had been looking at her older daughter while they were doing homework.

Thinking back about everything she did to destroy my life, and considering where we were at that moment, and what we were doing, I was absolutely floored by this comment!

Maybe she knew (and perhaps didn’t really mind) that there was already something sexual going on between Chris Rascon and her older daughter? By telling me, and maybe a few others, about her suspicions she was once again instinctively planting a seed that could be harvested later, if she needed to prove she had no complicity in helping them “hook up”…as she tried to do with her daughter and me.

Upon hearing this, I immediately began to wonder how long and how often was Christel leaving her older daughter alone with Chris? Were they ever home alone, and did the oldest daughter ever invite him into the bathroom while she was taking a bath?

So the instant Christel told me about her suspicions about Chris and her daughter, as I listened to her phony outrage, I felt sick to my stomach…knowing because of her own father why she picked someone like Chris Rascon.

Imagine her surprise over the impossible possibility that her new boyfriend might have wanted to sleep with her pretty little fifteen-year-old daughter, having already had sex with both her and her mother!

Do you suppose exposing these two E-Bay fat cats for possibly being cheaters, thugs, perverts and liars might have given great concern to Meg Whitman, who apparently suddenly needed a quick “favor” from her “good friend”, Senator Wyden (just days before I was falsely imprisoned by Clackamas County and taken to Sheriff Craig Roberts’ jail to prevent me from testifying in Eugene against Christel and the Rascons.

PART TWO:
The families of the victims of the UCC shooting could reasonably argue that these killings could have been prevented. That is, if the UCC professor who was apparently still having sex with a former-female student while she was engaged to a blind man, had been exposed.

This would have came out during either my original trial in 2005. Or at the very least, it would have been exposed during my 2007 divorce/custody trial, as I think the letter to Sheriff Hanlen of Douglas County below proves.

When I was released ten days later and showed up at his office, my P.O., Nagel, took me outside and walked me down to the end of the building (apparently, so no one would hear what he was going to say).

Then he told me how someone from Kulongoski’s staff had called his boss, “Jay Scroggin”. And they told his supervisor to intentionally interfere with my custody trial and arrest me on an alleged PV(and help my wife and her new boyfriend steal my kid). Which I believe Nagel probably knew at the time was a crime, to interfere in a civil matter before the court. And I believe was worried he would be made the fall guy by Scroggin and Governor Kulongoski.

This isn’t the only unusual thing that happened involving my PO, Art Nagel.

A year earlier out of the blue he apologized for mixing me up with some guy named “Ray Wolfe”. He never explained what he meant by this, but now I have to wonder what he did to me back then, and why he went along with Scroggin and the others.

When I was stripped searched and chained up, and brought before a judge in Washington County on this erroneous PV, May 24, 2007, Nagel had testified to Judge Rita Cobb that the “governor’s office had called his office (Clackamas County Corrections)” and said “The Governor’s Office was very unhappy with Mr. Wolfe (me).”

Does this make any sense, that the governor of the state would even know who I was, or would want to make sure I didn’t testify in Eugene against my wife (or her boyfriend and his wife)?

Remarkably, I was the first case called. And I was brought before Washington County Circuit Judge “Ruthless Rita” Cobb (who strangely, sounded a lot like “Crazy Mary” Dash from Chapter II). And strangely, the courtroom seemed to be filled with people, mostly young people. .Almost as though there was an audience of freshmen college students wating for the show.

I stood there in chains, dressed in orange, trying to listen through a pair of headphones that seemed to turn on and off, as though someone was intentionally messing with the signal. It was extremely embarrassing, as though it were planned this way by some very evil people who wanted to steal my son.,

It didn’t matter since Judge Cobb never aloud me to speak on my own behalf. And my useless lawyer, Gregory Troll, mumbled something and I ended up getting thirty days for something I didn’t do.

Meanwhile, down in Eugene, the court took all my rights to ever have a relationship with my son away. The supervised visitation they imposed was so expensive it made visiting him completely impossible, based on my income at the time — on SSI. Christel knew this, and allowed it to happen anyway.

When I was first arrested, I asked Bernard Moore, the obese Public Pretender Gregory Troll’s private assistant, to call the court in Lane County and ask for a postponement on my behalf. Apparently neither Moore or Troll bothered to call Lane County since all of my parental rights were taken away while I once again sat in jail, being falsely imprisoned by the State.

As a side note, shortly after I was persecuted by Bob Hermann and Greg Olson in 2005, the Oregon legislature created yet another unconstitutional law by setting up a “risk assessment” system for RSO’s. Except under this system, the prosecutors could call any surprise witness they wanted. And the persecutors could present any new evidence available, even if they just pulled it out of their fat ass. The defendant would never know until it actually happened, and would have no due process right to discovery, whether it was a witness or some new evidence.

Under this “assessment”, the Board of Pardons and Paroles could make the RSO’s status higher or lower, making it impossible for them to ever be removed from this “death list”. And make them an easy future target for the persecutors, dirty cops, or any local vigilantes (especially if they’re half deaf and blind).

Under this kangaroo court and its rigged process, run by the Board of Pardons and Paroles, the legislature completely took away the right to any sort of due process. Because once a person signs a plea bargain the state considers them convicted of a crime, regardless of the circumstances. And it only takes one corrupt member of the Board of Pardons and Paroles, like Jay Scroggin, to screw someone up for life.

Obviously, as the legislature planned it, no poor, disabled defendant without legal council could ever adequately defend themselves against any new allegation, or the usual typical dishonest sandbagging that persecutors always use against the accused defendant during the grand jury process.

And there’s no doubt that Jay Scroggin, as Executive Director of Pardons and Parole would make sure he stuck it to me again, to keep his secret a secret. According to several RSO’s from Clackamas County, Scroggin was making secret deals with some of them…and maybe that’s why a few years ago, when I refused to attend this kangaroo court hearing in Salem, Jay Scroggin resigned from the board of pardons and Paroles , and took a job with the Multnomah County’s Sex Offender Unit, where he could go after me once again, to protect his fellow conspirators.

So you know, this is a unit that includes scoundrels such as Eric Knudsen, an abusive alcoholic, who was “forced to resign from the Portland Police (which almost never happens). After he repeatedly kicked a homeless sleeping man, who was wrapped in a sleeping bag.

And it also includes an accused sexual predator named Todd Wyatt. Wyatt was accused by several female officers of inappropriate touching, and, not surprisingly, wasn’t prosecuted, but rather, transferred to the Sex Offender Unit. This way he, and people like Bridget Sickcon, could take out their revenge on us falsely accused disabled RSO’s, who never got a real attorney to represent us.

**************
Donald R. Wolfe
Portland, OR
(503) 774-3424

October 5, 2015

Sheriff Hanlen
Douglas County Sheriff’s Department
1036 SE Douglas Ave.
Roseburg, OR 97470

Re: Suppressed evidence that may have prevented the Umpqua Community College shooter from targeting his male instructor [on October 1, 2015].

Dear Sheriff Hanlen:

First, let me offer my condolences to you and your entire community over this horrible tragedy. The suggestion by some of your political adversaries that your views over the implementation of excessive gun control legislation was in any way responsible for this incident is not only shameful, but untrue.
In fact, former-Governor Ted Kulongoski and other Democrats from the Portland area may themselves prove to actually have been responsible for these ten deaths. Or at the very least made political decisions which could have otherwise prevented this deliberate act of violence directed against this particular male UCC professor. As my letter describes,the students may have only been collateral damage, and not the shooter’s primary target.

Upon advice from U.S. Senator Jeff Merkley’s office [Joel], given the Senator’s personal loss [Senator Merkley lost a cousin named “Rebecca Karnes], I am writing to you to share some possibly relevant information about my ex-wife’s experience as a female student at UCC. According to her, the sexually-aggressive conduct of UCC male professors toward female students may have been what triggered the shooter to do what he did. And the professor killed last Thursday, may have been one of the two male UCC professors she was involved with, as a student. [Christel told me the professor she and her girls spent the night with in August of 2001 was a man named “Larry” who taught English at Umpqua Community College and may have been the professor targeted by Chris Mercer, “Lawrence Levine”.]

As you would know, his note may include some suggestion as to feeling disrespected or less valuable, as a male student, and a bias by this professor toward female students. If so, then the information described below may be extremely important in your investigation, and how this may have been prevented had my ex-wife’s testimony not been suppressed by the former-governor and others.

Some time after I began a relationship with my ex-wife in 2001, who was from Roseburg, she told me that she had intimate relations with two of her male professors from UCC while she was a student there.

Despite two separate opportunities in 2005 and again in 2007, Governor Kulongoski and others intentionally prevented information about the inappropriate conduct of some male UCC professors toward female students from being publicly disclosed. Had they known before this tragedy occurred, one would think UCC would have made an example of these two professors, and any others, and set up a clear policy about not ever giving preferential treatment to either gender.

I don’t blame my ex-wife for these relationships as a student, since she admitted feeling pressured by the professors and needed to pass these difficult courses, including a “College Math” class. Clearly, these professors had no right to trade high marks to a female student in exchange for sexual favors. My impression would be that she is not the only female student from UCC who has been sexually compromised over this highly unethical, discriminatory practice, which denies most male students the same opportunity to “earn” high marks.

Specifically, on May 17, 2007, I was scheduled to appear at my divorce/custody trial in Eugene, however, Jay Scroggin with Clackamas County Corrections, as directed by Governor Kulongoski, had my PO, Art Nagel, arrest me on an alleged PV three days before my trial, according to Nagel.

Let me ask, does it seem strange that a PO would call a client on Thursday morning, and require that they report the following Monday afternoon to be arrested, knowing that they had a divorce/custody scheduled three days later?

And this is the crazy thing. Libby
Rascon said I was harassing her by sending an E mail with some personal information about my wife. As if she didn’t ask me to send her the information, and provide me with her personal E mail.

Besides, she was perfectly capable of permanently blocking all my E mails, with a couple quick keystrokes. But it was about getting me in trouble, and making sure I didn’t get to the trial. And it was a crime.

I originally met Libby Rascon after sending her a handwritten letter, to Lane Community College, where she taught a computer class. She had called three times before we connected. She told me that her husband, Chris, and her were in the middle of a divorce and she wanted me to send her any information about my wife, since Chris and my wife were having an affair.

I showed Art Nagel her E mail, which stated as much.

“How did I get her E mail Art?” I asked. “If she didn’t want me to send her anything, why did she send her E mail to me?”

The Rascons ended up getting a very quick divorce, and Christel said that Chris had lost $100,000 because of me. I didn’t know what this meant, except these two E-Bay cats had a lot of money.

In fact, Christel told me later that she didn’t really like Chris, but being married to him meant that both of girls would be able to go to college. “What about Abraham?” I thought.

I suspect Mr. Scroggin knew that I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure at the time over the upcoming trial, and would be very likely to do something rash in response to this news? It seems extremely reckless. Of course, I didn’t overreact, as Mr. Scroggin may have hoped, but did in fact report to their office that following Monday as directed.

As they planned, I was shipped around by Clackamas and Marion County deputies for almost two days before ending up in Washington County, where I had originally been placed on probation, making it impossible for me to either attend or delay my divorce/custody trial. As a result, not only did I lose all access to my son, Abraham, I was unable to question my wife, under oath, about her affairs with these two UCC professors.

Acting as my own attorney, I intended to present evidence at the trial of my wife’s ongoing affair with at least one of these two professors. In August of 2001, shortly after we became engaged, she and her two girls drove to Roseburg and spent the night with one of these same male instructors. She returned the following day with a U-Haul truck loaded with furniture, which appeared to have been given to her as consideration, much like she said the grades were given to her when she was a UCC student.

Had I been allowed to uncover this information during the trial in 2007, I suspect both of these male teachers would have been fired, and UCC would have likely implemented a strict policy to make sure in the future all students were always treated the same, regardless of their gender.

As far as I know, the shooter’s motives and the written note have not yet been revealed, but if his note suggests that he felt disrespected or devalued as a male student, as compared to how this professor treated female students, then both Governor Kulongoski and Mr. Scroggin are partially responsible for these deaths, in my opinion.

As a man with a disability, I should mention I have a tremendous amount of both fear and resentment toward the police in the Portland area. As you may remember, following the murder of James Chasse by police, 800 officers marched through the streets of Portland with t-shirts publicly announcing their support for the police officer responsible for Chasse’s death. The fact that they did this wile there was a ongoing federal investigation over Chasse’s brutal killing seemed highly unethical, and was definitely extremely threatening to those of us with disabilities. After all, Mr. Chasse’s, who was mentally impaired, only crime was that he had urinated on a building in public and “looked suspicious”.

Despite my mistrust of the police, I would be willing to speak with anyone from your department over the telephone if you feel information about the practice of some UCC male professors of trading sex for grades, would be relevant to having prevented this tragedy from ever occurring. This may be true, since the shooter killed the professor first.

It is absolutely clear both the governor and Mr. Scroggin knew they were interfering in a civil case by having me arrested just prior to the trial. According to my PO, Mr. Scroggin had had many personal conversations over the previous weeks with my wife (Christel Wolfe) and her attorney (Michelle Bo Victor), as well as the ex-wife (Libby Rascon) of her new boyfriend, Chris Rascon. Despite sending me an E mail and calling me three times, Ms. Rascon alleged that I had harassed her by E mailing her the information she had requested, with regards to my divorce. I gave a copy of Ms. Rascon’s original E mail to my PO who showed it to Mr. Scroggin, who had him arrest me anyway.

As I mentioned above, under both Oregon statutes and federal law it was a criminal act for both Ted Kulongoski and Jay Scroggin, who was perhaps later rewarded by being promoted to be the Executive Director of the Board of Pardons and Paroles, to interfere in a civil case by intentionally arresting a witness specifically for the purpose of preventing a witness from attending a civil trial. The result was that I lost my son and the secret about the UCC ‘sex for grades scandal’ remained secret. Perhaps, these nine people would still be alive had the truth been disclosed in 2007 and had UCC been given a chance to discourage this type of discriminatory conduct toward male students, such as the shooter.

Your time is appreciated. Let me know if I can help further.

Sincerely,
Donald R. [DR] Wolfe

3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 08
aThe Theft of Abraham Wolfe
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.)

PART ONE:
In December of 2001 we learned Christel was pregnant. And all four of us were very excited about the news.

The following spring Christel and I decided to get married, that’s when I changed my last name. In 2002 I took Christel’s last name, and this way, when Abraham was born, Abraham, Christel and I would all share the same sir name.

Christel explained, she wanted to keep her last name, which she got from her first marriage to Richard Wolff. She said it was because she was already a “recognized artist”, in Oregon and liked the way it sounded. But she didn’t care how we spelled it, so we changed the last letter.

I printed out a copy of Linda Mock’s nasty E mail, calling me a “Bohner”. So I grabbed my birth certificate and went down to the Washington County Court House.

With Christel’s help, we filled out the forms and I went before a judge and legally changed my name, with as I said earlier the exception of the last letter.

After we were married, Christel then changed her drivers license from “Wolff” to “Wolfe”, so our last names would match when Abraham was born, as you can see from his birth certificate:

BORN: Abraham Timothy Wolfe
DOB: August 26, 2002
Gender: M
Eyes: Blue
COUNTY OF BIRTH: Multnomah County, Oregon
MOTHER: Christel Lynn Wolfe
FATHER: Donald Ray Wolfe]

As planned, on August 26, 2002, Christel, her mom, and the girls and I drove to, Legacy Emanual Hospital which was located on the northwest side of Portland. My wife wanted to have our baby born on her father’s birthday, so on the morning of August 26th she was given something to induce labor. Just a few hours later, Abraham Timothy Wolfe was born.

It was an amazing moment, because just at the moment his head began to emerge, the mid-wife placed my hand on his crown, as he emerged into the world.

Christel, Abraham and I stayed over night at the hospital, to make sure Christel and him were okay. And they were both perfect, despite what the woman from the birthing center told us.

“I have some bad news,” she said. “We think it’s possible that your baby has Downs, and you both need to think about doing something about it.” In other words, terminating the pregnancy.”

Obviously, we were both horrified by this comment. Not because there was a small possibility that our child would be born with a serious disability, but because this stranger was suggesting we end the baby’s life…rather than “suffer” through the possibility of raising a child with a disability.

Since I was raised catholic, and Christel had converted to Catholicism while she was a teenager, we had already agreed when we learned she was pregnant that abortion was not an option, unless it meant saving her life.

We wondered how many other parents were being manipulated — being frightened, by this woman, who may have been using her position with the hospital to encourage parents to accept her personal beliefs?

Not surprisingly, she was completely wrong. He was perfect in every way!

I remember holding him in my arms and rocking him, while Christel slept. I hummed the melody to “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” and I felt his body relax in mine, but he never slept, just laid there listening. It probably reminded him of being in the womb, the way I gently, but securely, held his tiny body. I suppose he could sense the feel of my body while I sang the melody in a low key and it resinated from my stomach across his back.

He was an amazing baby, always chattering away about something…and almost never crying. I remember this one thing about him, and that is, he always seemed to be happy.

Some of our friends called him an “Indy Baby”, because his sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes. he was definitely a real cutie, and caught the attention of all the women and girls every where we went.

One of the most fun things we ever did together, was playing piano. From the time he was a little baby, I would set him on my lap while I played the piano. Almost immediately he began reaching out and tapping the keys.

First, he would just play one or two keys, with one hand, and laugh. and then do it again.

But before Christel took him away from our home in southeast Portland and moved to West Linn, he began using both of his hands and would play little songs, five, six, or seven keys in a row. Although he was barely three, he was already writing songs.

Although his best performance was a recording We made of him singing along with Ella Fitzgerald’s “It Don’t Mean a Thing.” For copyright reasons, I can’t post it here.

While Christel was in school, he would come over to my apartment in Lake Oswego for visits. We would watch movies together. And I pretended to know what was going on the television screen, even though I couldn’t see it. We would play the piano and eat lunch, and run around the apartment in circles.

My apartment had a wall between the living room and the kitchen, with an opening at each end. This way, Abraham would grab my index finger and run around and around, and around, dragging me behind. Or at least, that’s how I made it look. He was the conductor, and I was the caboose, waving my white cane behind me.

When we lived on Shiller, he had a funny way of greeting people. Probably from overhearing me say hello.

“Hey Dute,” he began saying to everyone who would come over. So we started calling him that. “Hey Little Dute!” Slapping him five or ten.

So, let me begin this chapter about how the State of Oregon stole my beautiful son. It started with my false imprisonment, just days before my custody trial was scheduled to take place. And I believe Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay at the time, and a employee or contractor with E-Bay named Libby Rascon. She was also a computer business teacher at Lane Community College, which begs the question, as I’ll explain.

And I’ll end this chapter with a letter addressed to the Sheriff of Douglas County about my wife’s links to the 2015 shooting at Umpqua Community College (UCC) a few years ago, which is kind of weird.

If you don’t remember, the shooting at Umpqua Community College left one professor and eight innocent students dead. Including a young woman who U.S. Senator Merkley described as his “favorite cousin”, Rebbecca Karnes.

I believe, had “they” not falsely imprisoned me so that I was unable to attend my custody/divorce trial in Eugene, Abraham with still be with me, and perhaps, all of those students would still be alive. But of course, that’s just speculation or wishful thinking on my part.

You see, the professor targeted by Chris Mercer, the shooter, may have been one of two UCC professors my wife had an affair with while she was a student.

However, before reading that letter, I’ll describe a couple more interesting facts about how I was set up for the purpose of “destroying” my life and credibility, and eventually, what would be the organized theft of my child by my wife and the government.

I believe Ron Wyden, John Kitzhaber, Ted Kulongoski, and a whole bunch of other thugs from Clackamas, Washington, and Lane Counties) arranged to steal my kid, and here’s how it began.

After Christel filed for divorce, I went to Legal Aide in Portland, and they agreed to take my case. I was surprised, but grateful, since I noticed that the office staff was almost entirely made up of women. It’s hard to not notice the bias toward women and homosexuals in a liberal city like Portland, where the feminist agenda is so prevalent.

However, about a month later they informed me in writing that their office would soon be merging with the office in Eugene and would no longer be able to represent me. In their letter they claimed my wife was being represented by a lawyer with Legal Aide in Eugene, but this wasn’t true.

I believe my wife’s new boyfriend, Chris Rascon, and his wife, Libby Rascon, had hired a private lawyer named Michelle Bo Victor, to take my wife’s case. My wife didn’t have any money, but the Rascons were hooked up with E-Bay and apparently had lots of money to burn.

My wife told me during the divorce that what I said to Libby Rascon cost Chris $100,0000 for his own divorce. I thought , I would vprobablly kill or destroy somebody for costing me that much money.

So I knew Legal Aide of Eugene had nothing to do with her case., but this is very typical of how corrupt lawyers can be toward indigent people. And since I no longer had legal representation, three days before the trial they were able to have me arrested by Clackamas County on an unsubstantiated probation violation.

They said, by contacting my wife’s boyfriend’s ex-wife, who had called me three different times and sent me her E-Mail. In fact, I didn’t even have her phone number, since she blocked all of her calls. So as she agreed, I E-mailed her some information about my upcoming divorce.

I think I was arrested for this phony PV by Clackamas County to prevent me from attending the trial in Eugene and exposing my wife’s deviant behavior. Apparently, under our legal system the truth doesn’t mean anything. Only winning matters.

The reason her and her friends from Clackamas County couldn’t let me attend the trial in Eugene is because the first thing I intended to do, was to ask that the trial be moved to the Multnomah County Court.

First, my wife had no right to take my son half way across the state, on the day before Christmas, which seemed especially cruel. I’m confident that, as a blind person, the court would have agreed that she had no legal right to move this far away, simply because she wanted to be near her new boyfriend, Chris Rascon. They most likely would have ordered her to drive to Multnomah County for the trial, rather than requiring me to take a bus at four in the morning to Eugene.

If Legal Aide for Multnomah County had not refused to represent me, and I had an actual attorney there, I’m confident that the court would have agreed that moving to, and then filing for divorce in, Lane County was fundamentally unfair. But everything she did to me, including possibly falsely testifying to the grand jury about my blindness, was to avoid responsibility.

Wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to ask, how many American men and their families have had their lives destroyed by “feminist-controlled” organizations like this, such as Legal Aide of Multnomah County?

If the State really wanted to reduce domestic violence, they would have to make sure the system is perceived as being fair. Otherwise, some men will find another solution, which I’m sure the mocking bird media will promptly exploit, as usual.

I was on probation from Clackamas County at the time, and never had any serious problem with the correction department, until this.

As I said, in 2007, a few days before I was too appear in a Eugene Court I was arrested for an alleged probation violation by Clackamas County Corrections, I was put in Sheriff Craig Roberts jail for one day in Clackamas County. I believe this was done to intentionally prevent me from appearing at my custody trial, which was scheduled for that Thursday in Eugene.

When I was arrested, Jay scroggin stood like some Gostopple Officer looking across the room, jwhile officer Mickey Jones and some other really short officer held on to my other arms. It seemed like it was being filmed, the way it was staged with these two really short correction officers holding on to me relly tight, for maybe Billionaires TV.

About a week earlier, U.S. Senator Ron Wyden appeared on KEX Radio with Mark “Moron Mason” and Dave Anderson.

During the interview, Wyden said Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay at the time, came into his office that week to asked him a favor. I didn’t think much about what he was saying, but it caught my attention simply because I knew Christel was now seeing a guy who was connected, through his wife, to E-Bay.

Along with being the CEO of E-Bay, Meg Whitman was a billionaire Republican from California. Despite this, neither Mason or Anderson bothered to ask Senator Wyden exactly what the favor was, or why he was doing a favor for a Republican who lived in another state. Was it because perhaps, she is Jewish, and a billionaire, and he’s obligated to legally protect the Jews, like most of the people in Congress?

As I mentioned above, both my wife’s latest lover (Chris Rascon) and his ex-wife (Libby Rascon were loyal E-Bay employees, or contractors, and well-connected to the company. And as we’ve learned recently, the E-Bay higher ups can be rather vicious toward their adversaries.

According to a New York Times article, Prosecutor Andrew Melling from Boston and the FBI uncovered an organized, systematic effort to destroy the lives of a couple from Massachusetts. The married couple published an online blog that was critical of E-bay, and the harassment I read about seemed very similar to what I’ve experienced.

But it’s unlikely that our U.S. Attorney here in Portland will prosecute the Rascons, even if it’s true that Senator Wyden, Meg Whitman, and the Rascons are behind all of this harassment. Can you imagine the blow back the U.S Attorney would get in a liberal state like Oregon if they prosecuted a sitting Democratic U.S. Senator? Except, that’s exactly what it appears Ron Wyden, along with dozens of other people from Oregon, did to me.

According to the indictment, E-Bay employees and contractors were going to send the couple a dead rat. Similarly, I found a dead rat placed on my walkway just outside my door.

the Boston couple was also sent through the mail spiders and cockroaches, Similarly, someone have been putting dirt, ants, and probably spiders in the outside walls of my RV, on the north side. For years, they had put dozens of mice inside my RV through vents and windows. It almost killed me, as I became very sick from the mouse feces and urine, before I realized what was happening.

In fact, Lindy Farr, of Redmond, Oregon, died in 2018 from Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome, which interestingly is caused by mouse feces and urine.

They’re spraying this stinky stuff outside my RV, that smells like bear spray. Another time, I ordered a food box from St. Vincent de Paul. When it was delivered, someone put an empty jar of peanut butter right on top. When this happened, I thought how would I know that they’re not putting other things in the food? So, despite being raised Catholic and admiring the work St. Vincent de Paul does for the poor, I stopped getting the home food box deliveries because of this harassment.

The electronic harassment I have experienced includes hacking into my computer and Internet accounts, which would be very easy for these computer hacks from E-Bay to do, since I’m completely blind and dependant on screen access software. I suspect this same screen access software is how they are able to hack into voting machines and change someone’s vote.

For example, they often change my speech or just shut it off, or shut off the sound, which has the same effect. They also rearrange the content of my files or delete them, when they’re not causing my cursor to jump all over.

As you can see from my web site, WolfeOut.com, they delete or change my writings and do things to make me look stupid, like taking out the paragraph breaks and changing the punctuation. I know someone is doing this, because it wasn’t happening when I first started using Word Press and posting my autobiography, “3 Americas”, online.

And it’s interesting that in Chapter One, the first time I mention her, Libby Rascon’s, her first name was changed to “Libber.”

They are also using this weapon on me that makes me nauseous, called a “Vomitor”. They are using a sound emitter that makes the ears ring, like apparently they’re doing to the people in Olympia, Washington, who gather after dark in the streets.

I am also periodically being sprayed with some kind of mist. I have no way to know if it is poisonous or not, so it causes me great distress, as it is intended to do, when I feel this mist against my skin. The Deep State trolls know creating distress among the people always leads to other collateral damage.

Did you know the skin absorbs 20% to 60% of what it touches?

I have mentioned countless times I’m also being shocked every day in the crotch and other places on my body with some kind of weapon, that makes a person itch. Although, the couple from Boston didn’t report this sort of electronic harassment, we know the technology exists.

I believe the Rascons conspired with Senator Wyden, who contacted the Governor, Ted Kulongoski. Then, as my PO admitted, Art Nagel, the governor contacted Clackamas County, who had me arrested on a bogus Probation Violation, which they can do to anybody.

In other words, no judge is going to ever question the authority of the Correction Department, in any Oregon county no matter what they do to an indigent defendant.

Here’s what happened.

I sent a letter about my wife and her husband to Libby Rascon at Lane Community College, where she taught computers, and could easily block my future E mails any time she wanted. I included my telephone number, and so, she called me, twice, and once again a month later.

When she called the second time, I answered the phone and we had a long conversation about Chris, and how he would act around my son. I was alarmed by what she was telling me about his violent outbursts.

She asked if I knew Christel’s E mail address. When I gave it to her she began hacking into Christel’s E mail account. I was shocked when a few minutes later she began reading an E mail send to Christel.

She said she would be willing to help me with my divorce/custody trial, but she wanted more information. So she sent me an E mail saying this, which I gave to my PO, Art Nagel. He quickly slipped into the back of his file cabinet, which is a common practice for unwanted legal documents in Clackamas County.

As I said, I did not have her telephone number or home address, so I responded several times by E mail, sending her information about the secret apartment Chris had, and other things. As I said, as a computer instructor, she knew how to easily block my E mails, if she wanted to. So I was accused of contacting her by E mail, which I did, and they claimed it was a probation violation, and then they arrested me to prevent me from testifying in Eugene.

Libby Rascon never told me directly to stop sending he information, although Christel’s attorney, Michelle Bo Victor, sent me a letter, telling me to stop contacting her. And why wouldn’t this lawyer say this, once she found out that we had conspired against her client to share information about both Christel and Chris?(So I ignored the letter, and sent Libby another updated E mail.

During our first conversation, Libby told me about how Chris had stood up in front of her family during a Christmas dinner, just a few days before Christel moved back to Springfield. Despite that his audience included two police officers, Creepy Chris swore he loved his wife, Libby. Except Christel told me, Chris had been seeing her since last summer. And before this he was getting together with my mother-in-law at this secret apartment, which conveniently required a secret code to enter.

Chris Rascon, Libby Rascon, my wife, and her attorney, started calling everyone they knew. Including the office of U.S. Senator Ron Wyden, for help. As I said, apparently Senator Wyden obliged.

Being arrested prevented me from putting the Rascons reputation, if not their person, on the stand, which would have embarrassed Meg Whitman, who sold her stock in E-Bay for one billion dollars less than one year later.

My wife married Chris Rascon one week after she arranged, with apparently the help of Senator Wyden, Governor Kulongoski, and Clackamas County Corrections, to have me arrested. Specifically, because I planned to disclose that Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had once broken her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my wife and my mother-in-law. Unfortunately, she told her family and the hospital that she had fallen down.

As I said, Chris Rascon had an extra apartment that Libby didn’t know about. A private love nest in Eugene that required a code…and Libby didn’t have the code. Christel told me about this secret apartment during one of her visits, when she was mad at Chris.

Make no mistake, during the trial I intended to question my wife about what she knew about this secret apartment and some other serious concerns I had about Chris being a safe guardian to our son, Abraham, who was only four at the time.

I was also going to ask her whether she had ever knowingly had sexual relations with men or women in the presence of her children.

And I was going to ask her about the letter she sent Dennis Marley, and included in her exhibits. In this letter she admits she had brought her sexually curious daughter into our bed, despite knowing that I was naked and already aroused.

I was going to ask her about letting her daughters sit naked on my lap, and encouraging them to take off all their clothes and get into the tub with us.

I was also going to ask Christel about once, after we were engaged, taking her girls to a UCC professor’s home and staying over night. And if this was the same English professor who was killed by Chris Murcer during the UCC shootings.

This would be my right to ask these questions, as Abraham’s biological father, since the safety of Abraham was in question.

Because of the Rascon’s direct ties to Meg Whitman and E-Bay executives, it is possible that Whitman’s stock would have taken a tumble if I had been allowed to question Christel under oath, about the Rascons. And it was exposed that people such as this who would abuse a severely disabled person were associated with the company.

Shortly after Christel moved to Eugene (so she could be with Chris), she brought Abraham back to Portland for a visit. While we were in the bathroom having sex on the dirty floor (while Abraham was watching a movie), Christel told me this. She said she was very concerned about the way Chris had been looking at her older daughter while they were doing homework.

Thinking back about everything she did to destroy my life, and considering where we were at that moment, and what we were doing, I was absolutely floored by this comment!

Maybe she knew (and perhaps didn’t really mind) that there was already something sexual going on between Chris Rascon and her older daughter? By telling me, and maybe a few others, about her suspicions she was once again instinctively planting a seed that could be harvested later, if she needed to prove she had no complicity in helping them “hook up”…as she tried to do with her daughter and me.

Upon hearing this, I immediately began to wonder how long and how often was Christel leaving her older daughter alone with Chris? Were they ever home alone, and did the oldest daughter ever invite him into the bathroom while she was taking a bath?

So the instant Christel told me about her suspicions about Chris and her daughter, as I listened to her phony outrage, I felt sick to my stomach…knowing because of her own father why she picked someone like Chris Rascon.

Imagine her surprise over the impossible possibility that her new boyfriend might have wanted to sleep with her pretty little fifteen-year-old daughter, having already had sex with both her and her mother!

Do you suppose exposing these two E-Bay fat cats for possibly being cheaters, thugs, perverts and liars might have given great concern to Meg Whitman, who apparently suddenly needed a quick “favor” from her “good friend”, Senator Wyden (just days before I was falsely imprisoned by Clackamas County and taken to Sheriff Craig Roberts’ jail to prevent me from testifying in Eugene against Christel and the Rascons.

PART TWO:
The families of the victims of the UCC shooting could reasonably argue that these killings could have been prevented. That is, if the UCC professor who was apparently still having sex with a former-female student while she was engaged to a blind man, had been exposed.

This would have came out during either my original trial in 2005. Or at the very least, it would have been exposed during my 2007 divorce/custody trial, as I think the letter to Sheriff Hanlen of Douglas County below proves.

When I was released ten days later and showed up at his office, my P.O., Nagel, took me outside and walked me down to the end of the building (apparently, so no one would hear what he was going to say).

Then he told me how someone from Kulongoski’s staff had called his boss, “Jay Scroggin”. And they told his supervisor to intentionally interfere with my custody trial and arrest me on an alleged PV(and help my wife and her new boyfriend steal my kid). Which I believe Nagel probably knew at the time was a crime, to interfere in a civil matter before the court. And I believe was worried he would be made the fall guy by Scroggin and Governor Kulongoski.

This isn’t the only unusual thing that happened involving my PO, Art Nagel.

A year earlier out of the blue he apologized for mixing me up with some guy named “Ray Wolfe”. He never explained what he meant by this, but now I have to wonder what he did to me back then, and why he went along with Scroggin and the others.

When I was stripped searched and chained up, and brought before a judge in Washington County on this erroneous PV, May 24, 2007, Nagel had testified to Judge Rita Cobb that the “governor’s office had called his office (Clackamas County Corrections)” and said “The Governor’s Office was very unhappy with Mr. Wolfe (me).”

Does this make any sense, that the governor of the state would even know who I was, or would want to make sure I didn’t testify in Eugene against my wife (or her boyfriend and his wife)?

Remarkably, I was the first case called. And I was brought before Washington County Circuit Judge “Ruthless Rita” Cobb (who strangely, sounded a lot like “Crazy Mary” Dash from Chapter II). And strangely, the courtroom seemed to be filled with people, mostly young people. .Almost as though there was an audience of freshmen college students wating for the show.

I stood there in chains, dressed in orange, trying to listen through a pair of headphones that seemed to turn on and off, as though someone was intentionally messing with the signal. It was extremely embarrassing, as though it were planned this way by some very evil people who wanted to steal my son.,

It didn’t matter since Judge Cobb never aloud me to speak on my own behalf. And my useless lawyer, Gregory Troll, mumbled something and I ended up getting thirty days for something I didn’t do.

Meanwhile, down in Eugene, the court took all my rights to ever have a relationship with my son away. The supervised visitation they imposed was so expensive it made visiting him completely impossible, based on my income at the time — on SSI. Christel knew this, and allowed it to happen anyway.

When I was first arrested, I asked Bernard Moore, the obese Public Pretender Gregory Troll’s private assistant, to call the court in Lane County and ask for a postponement on my behalf. Apparently neither Moore or Troll bothered to call Lane County since all of my parental rights were taken away while I once again sat in jail, being falsely imprisoned by the State.

As a side note, shortly after I was persecuted by Bob Hermann and Greg Olson in 2005, the Oregon legislature created yet another unconstitutional law by setting up a “risk assessment” system for RSO’s. Except under this system, the prosecutors could call any surprise witness they wanted. And the persecutors could present any new evidence available, even if they just pulled it out of their fat ass. The defendant would never know until it actually happened, and would have no due process right to discovery, whether it was a witness or some new evidence.

Under this “assessment”, the Board of Pardons and Paroles could make the RSO’s status higher or lower, making it impossible for them to ever be removed from this “death list”. And make them an easy future target for the persecutors, dirty cops, or any local vigilantes (especially if they’re half deaf and blind).

Under this kangaroo court and its rigged process, run by the Board of Pardons and Paroles, the legislature completely took away the right to any sort of due process. Because once a person signs a plea bargain the state considers them convicted of a crime, regardless of the circumstances. And it only takes one corrupt member of the Board of Pardons and Paroles, like Jay Scroggin, to screw someone up for life.

Obviously, as the legislature planned it, no poor, disabled defendant without legal council could ever adequately defend themselves against any new allegation, or the usual typical dishonest sandbagging that persecutors always use against the accused defendant during the grand jury process.

And there’s no doubt that Jay Scroggin, as Executive Director of Pardons and Parole would make sure he stuck it to me again, to keep his secret a secret. According to several RSO’s from Clackamas County, Scroggin was making secret deals with some of them…and maybe that’s why a few years ago, when I refused to attend this kangaroo court hearing in Salem, Jay Scroggin resigned from the board of pardons and Paroles , and took a job with the Multnomah County’s Sex Offender Unit, where he could go after me once again, to protect his fellow conspirators.

So you know, this is a unit that includes scoundrels such as Eric Knudsen, an abusive alcoholic, who was “forced to resign from the Portland Police (which almost never happens). After he repeatedly kicked a homeless sleeping man, who was wrapped in a sleeping bag.

And it also includes an accused sexual predator named Todd Wyatt. Wyatt was accused by several female officers of inappropriate touching, and, not surprisingly, wasn’t prosecuted, but rather, transferred to the Sex Offender Unit. This way he, and people like Bridget Sickcon, could take out their revenge on us falsely accused disabled RSO’s, who never got a real attorney to represent us.

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Donald R. Wolfe
Portland, OR
(503) 774-3424

October 5, 2015

Sheriff Hanlen
Douglas County Sheriff’s Department
1036 SE Douglas Ave.
Roseburg, OR 97470

Re: Suppressed evidence that may have prevented the Umpqua Community College shooter from targeting his male instructor [on October 1, 2015].

Dear Sheriff Hanlen:

First, let me offer my condolences to you and your entire community over this horrible tragedy. The suggestion by some of your political adversaries that your views over the implementation of excessive gun control legislation was in any way responsible for this incident is not only shameful, but untrue.
In fact, former-Governor Ted Kulongoski and other Democrats from the Portland area may themselves prove to actually have been responsible for these ten deaths. Or at the very least made political decisions which could have otherwise prevented this deliberate act of violence directed against this particular male UCC professor. As my letter describes,the students may have only been collateral damage, and not the shooter’s primary target.

Upon advice from U.S. Senator Jeff Merkley’s office [Joel], given the Senator’s personal loss [Senator Merkley lost a cousin named “Rebecca Karnes], I am writing to you to share some possibly relevant information about my ex-wife’s experience as a female student at UCC. According to her, the sexually-aggressive conduct of UCC male professors toward female students may have been what triggered the shooter to do what he did. And the professor killed last Thursday, may have been one of the two male UCC professors she was involved with, as a student. [Christel told me the professor she and her girls spent the night with in August of 2001 was a man named “Larry” who taught English at Umpqua Community College and may have been the professor targeted by Chris Mercer, “Lawrence Levine”.]

As you would know, his note may include some suggestion as to feeling disrespected or less valuable, as a male student, and a bias by this professor toward female students. If so, then the information described below may be extremely important in your investigation, and how this may have been prevented had my ex-wife’s testimony not been suppressed by the former-governor and others.

Some time after I began a relationship with my ex-wife in 2001, who was from Roseburg, she told me that she had intimate relations with two of her male professors from UCC while she was a student there.

Despite two separate opportunities in 2005 and again in 2007, Governor Kulongoski and others intentionally prevented information about the inappropriate conduct of some male UCC professors toward female students from being publicly disclosed. Had they known before this tragedy occurred, one would think UCC would have made an example of these two professors, and any others, and set up a clear policy about not ever giving preferential treatment to either gender.

I don’t blame my ex-wife for these relationships as a student, since she admitted feeling pressured by the professors and needed to pass these difficult courses, including a “College Math” class. Clearly, these professors had no right to trade high marks to a female student in exchange for sexual favors. My impression would be that she is not the only female student from UCC who has been sexually compromised over this highly unethical, discriminatory practice, which denies most male students the same opportunity to “earn” high marks.

Specifically, on May 17, 2007, I was scheduled to appear at my divorce/custody trial in Eugene, however, Jay Scroggin with Clackamas County Corrections, as directed by Governor Kulongoski, had my PO, Art Nagel, arrest me on an alleged PV three days before my trial, according to Nagel.

Let me ask, does it seem strange that a PO would call a client on Thursday morning, and require that they report the following Monday afternoon to be arrested, knowing that they had a divorce/custody scheduled three days later?

And this is the crazy thing. Libby
Rascon said I was harassing her by sending an E mail with some personal information about my wife. As if she didn’t ask me to send her the information, and provide me with her personal E mail.

Besides, she was perfectly capable of permanently blocking all my E mails, with a couple quick keystrokes. But it was about getting me in trouble, and making sure I didn’t get to the trial. And it was a crime.

I originally met Libby Rascon after sending her a handwritten letter, to Lane Community College, where she taught a computer class. She had called three times before we connected. She told me that her husband, Chris, and her were in the middle of a divorce and she wanted me to send her any information about my wife, since Chris and my wife were having an affair.

I showed Art Nagel her E mail, which stated as much.

“How did I get her E mail Art?” I asked. “If she didn’t want me to send her anything, why did she send her E mail to me?”

The Rascons ended up getting a very quick divorce, and Christel said that Chris had lost $100,000 because of me. I didn’t know what this meant, except these two E-Bay cats had a lot of money.

In fact, Christel told me later that she didn’t really like Chris, but being married to him meant that both of girls would be able to go to college. “What about Abraham?” I thought.

I suspect Mr. Scroggin knew that I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure at the time over the upcoming trial, and would be very likely to do something rash in response to this news? It seems extremely reckless. Of course, I didn’t overreact, as Mr. Scroggin may have hoped, but did in fact report to their office that following Monday as directed.

As they planned, I was shipped around by Clackamas and Marion County deputies for almost two days before ending up in Washington County, where I had originally been placed on probation, making it impossible for me to either attend or delay my divorce/custody trial. As a result, not only did I lose all access to my son, Abraham, I was unable to question my wife, under oath, about her affairs with these two UCC professors.

Acting as my own attorney, I intended to present evidence at the trial of my wife’s ongoing affair with at least one of these two professors. In August of 2001, shortly after we became engaged, she and her two girls drove to Roseburg and spent the night with one of these same male instructors. She returned the following day with a U-Haul truck loaded with furniture, which appeared to have been given to her as consideration, much like she said the grades were given to her when she was a UCC student.

Had I been allowed to uncover this information during the trial in 2007, I suspect both of these male teachers would have been fired, and UCC would have likely implemented a strict policy to make sure in the future all students were always treated the same, regardless of their gender.

As far as I know, the shooter’s motives and the written note have not yet been revealed, but if his note suggests that he felt disrespected or devalued as a male student, as compared to how this professor treated female students, then both Governor Kulongoski and Mr. Scroggin are partially responsible for these deaths, in my opinion.

As a man with a disability, I should mention I have a tremendous amount of both fear and resentment toward the police in the Portland area. As you may remember, following the murder of James Chasse by police, 800 officers marched through the streets of Portland with t-shirts publicly announcing their support for the police officer responsible for Chasse’s death. The fact that they did this wile there was a ongoing federal investigation over Chasse’s brutal killing seemed highly unethical, and was definitely extremely threatening to those of us with disabilities. After all, Mr. Chasse’s, who was mentally impaired, only crime was that he had urinated on a building in public and “looked suspicious”.

Despite my mistrust of the police, I would be willing to speak with anyone from your department over the telephone if you feel information about the practice of some UCC male professors of trading sex for grades, would be relevant to having prevented this tragedy from ever occurring. This may be true, since the shooter killed the professor first.

It is absolutely clear both the governor and Mr. Scroggin knew they were interfering in a civil case by having me arrested just prior to the trial. According to my PO, Mr. Scroggin had had many personal conversations over the previous weeks with my wife (Christel Wolfe) and her attorney (Michelle Bo Victor), as well as the ex-wife (Libby Rascon) of her new boyfriend, Chris Rascon. Despite sending me an E mail and calling me three times, Ms. Rascon alleged that I had harassed her by E mailing her the information she had requested, with regards to my divorce. I gave a copy of Ms. Rascon’s original E mail to my PO who showed it to Mr. Scroggin, who had him arrest me anyway.

As I mentioned above, under both Oregon statutes and federal law it was a criminal act for both Ted Kulongoski and Jay Scroggin, who was perhaps later rewarded by being promoted to be the Executive Director of the Board of Pardons and Paroles, to interfere in a civil case by intentionally arresting a witness specifically for the purpose of preventing a witness from attending a civil trial. The result was that I lost my son and the secret about the UCC ‘sex for grades scandal’ remained secret. Perhaps, these nine people would still be alive had the truth been disclosed in 2007 and had UCC been given a chance to discourage this type of discriminatory conduct toward male students, such as the shooter.

Your time is appreciated. Let me know if I can help further.

Sincerely,
Donald R. [DR] Wolfe