3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle 07 The Theft of Abraham Wolfe

(Last Updated: August 26, 2026)
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 07
The Theft of Abraham Wolfe
by D.R. Wolfe
{work in progress}

(Includes some strong language.)

PART ONE:
In December of 2001 we learned Christel was pregnant. And all four of us were excited about the news. In fact, Christel painted an adorable image of a woman breast feeding a baby, which I still have.

The following spring Christel and I decided to get married, so I changed my last name because she wanted to keep her name. The only problem with this plan was that her last name came from her first marriage. So we came up with a compromise.

In 2002 with Christel by my side I legally took her last name except one letter. Then when we were married she went to the DMV and changed her drivers license to match the spelling on my change of name order. and this way when Abraham was born, Abraham, Christel and I would all share the same exact sir name, “Wolfe.”

When I changed my name, I first printed out a copy of Linda “Mockery Mock’s” nasty E mail calling me a “Bohner” and grabbed my birth certificate. Then we drove to the Washington County Court House in Hillsboro, where we were later married.

With Christel’s help, we filled out the forms and I went before a lady judge, who to my surprise had no questions, and legally changed my name.

Christel explained, she wanted to keep her last name because she was a recognized artist in Oregon and liked the way it sounded. But she didn’t care how we spelled it, so we didn’t change the pronunciation but only changed the last letter.

As far as I can remember Abraham’s birth certificate read:
BORN: Abraham Timothy Wolfe
DOB: August 26, 2002
Gender: Male
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 the Birthing Center at 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 and a couple hours later a miracle happened. Abraham Timothy Wolfe was born into the world.

It was an amazing moment for everyone, but especially me. Just at the moment his head began to crown, the mid-wife placed my hand on his head as he emerged into the world. I remember he had a little bit of really soft hair on his tiny little head, and I remember how it felt.

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

“I have some bad news,” she said. “We think it’s possible that your baby has Downs, and you both need to think about it.”

“In other words, do we want to terminate the pregnancy?” We both asked.”

Obviously, we were both horrified by the remark. Not because there was a small possibility that our child would be born with a disability, hated by Abe Proctor and most other Jews, but because this stranger was suggesting we end the 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 Christel’s 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 abort their babies, based on misinformation. Which may have been her own personal agenda. We agreed after hearing this, over our several appointments there were signs that she was a lesbian and didn’t like children, but that may have been our own bias.

Not surprisingly, she was wrong. Abraham was perfect in every way, his obvious intelligence and good sense of humor meant there was nothing wrong with him. He seemed very alert looking around, curious about everything, and hardly ever cried.

I remember holding him in the hospital 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 and rocked back and forth. I suppose he could feel the vibration of my body while I hummed. It was a sweet melody sung in a very, very low key, and I could tell he liked it.

On his second day of life, he showed us exactly how brave he was. I picked him up and held him in my arms, as I felt him trying to look around . Then a nurse took my arm and led us down the hallway. We had made the decision to have him circumcised, but I regret now we did this without his knowledge or consent. Nevertheless, he was a brave little boy and never cried when the doctor performed the minor surgery, as I felt him squeezed my finger.

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

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

He loved his colorful bubble house that was filled with balls. He would climb in there and talk to himself for hours. We would have to keep checking on him because he would fall asleep in there. Then we would have to pull him out and put him in his crib, and would usually find he had left a special surprise in his diapers.

One of the most fun things we ever did together, was playing piano. From the time he was around six months old, I would set him on my lap while I played the piano. At first he would just listen intensely. Then he began reaching out and tapping the keys. First, he would just play one or two keys, with one finger, and look up at me and laugh. Then do it again.

Before Christel took him away from our home in southeast Portland and moved to West Linn, he began using both of his fingers on both hands and would play little songs, five, six, or seven notes in a row. Although he was barely three, I felt he had already decided he wanted to be a musician, composing his own songs like his oldest sister did.

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, but it’s really, really good. In fact, it’s an amazing song! how he never use actual words but was able to sing along, often matching Ella note for note.

To be closer to Abraham, I moved to Lake Oswego shortly after Christel got an apartment in West Linn. Which was just around the corner from the university she attended, Marylhurst. And while Christel was in class or off to see her therapist at Mall 205, or so she said, she would drop him off at my apartment for the day.

We would sometimes watch movies together and I pretended to be able to see what was going on, even though I couldn’t see anything. We would pretend to talk about the movies. And sometimes 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, hilariously dragging my white cane behind us.

When we lived on Shiller in southeast Portland, he learned a funny way of greetings people. Probably from overhearing me say “Hey dude” to most of my friends.

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

Let me begin this chapter about how the State of Oregon stole my beautiful son, although it started with the coerced plea bargain which made everything they did and are still doing to me possible. But as far as Abraham goes, it started with my false imprisonment by Craig Roberts and Crack-of-my-ass County, just days before my custody trial was scheduled to begin. And I believe Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay, and these two employees or contractors with E-Bay named Libby and Chris Rascon, had something to do with it.

Let me begin by telling the reader who Libby Rascon was. She was a computer business teacher at Lane Community College. And could have easily blocked my E mails any time she wanted, as I’ll explain. But like Israel, it was an opportunity to play the victim, and claim I had been harassing her even though she invited me to contact her and sent me her E mail.

And Finally, I’ll end this chapter with a letter addressed to the Sheriff of Douglas County, John Hanlin, about my wife’s links to the 2015 shooting at Umpqua Community College (UCC), which is hard to explain, but I’ll try.

If you don’t remember, the shooting at Umpqua Community College left one professor named Lawrence, although my wife called him Larry. Larry and eight innocent students were shot dead by an angry male student. The victims included a young woman named Rebecca Karns, who U.S. Senator Merkley called his “favorite cousin.”

I believe, had they not falsely imprisoned me once again so that I was unable to attend my Divorce/custody trial in 2006, Abraham with still be with me, and perhaps, all of those students, including Rebecca Karns, would still be alive. But of course, that’s just speculation or wishful thinking on my part.

The professor targeted by Chris Mercer in 2015, who was the shooter, was very likely one of two UCC professors my wife had had an affair with while she was a student. including a math professor who Christel said had called her a “sadistic manipulator.” That’s curious, since that’s what she once called me in one of her letters.

Before concluding this chapter with that letter to Sheriff Hanlin, 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, by making it possible to steal my son.

PART TWO::
I believe Ron Wyden, John Kitzhaber, Ted Kulongoski, and a whole bunch of other legal 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 far left wing liberal state with a gay governor, where the feminist agenda is so prevalent. In fact, for years Multnomah County, where Portland is located, the County Commission is entirely made up of women, led by a true feminazi.

About a month after they agreed in writing to take my case, Legal Aid informed me 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 found out a couple months later, my wife’s new boyfriend, Chris Rascon, and his wife Libby had hired a private lawyer for my wife named Michelle Bo Victor. My wife didn’t have any money, but the Rascons were hooked up with E-Bay and apparently had lots of money to spend on lawyers.

During one of our rare conversations, Christel told me that what ever I had told Libby Rascon during our conversations cost Chris $100,000 in their divorce settlement. She didn’t explain how this happened, but this would seem like enough motivation for some people to come after me.

I thought to myself, if I could see and were a violent person I would probably murder someone who cost me that much money. And curiously, since signing Hermann Monster’s coerced plea bargain that’s exactly what’s been happening to me. Or at least, making me sometimes feel like I wish I were dead.

As it turned out, Legal Aide of Eugene had nothing to do with my wife’s case., This is typical of how some feminist lawyers can screw indigent male clients, by denying them equal representation. It used to be that almost all men had money and could crush their spouse with the law. But that’s no longer the case. Women now have a huge advantage over men in divorce and custody battles, but not all men are wealthy.

As if this weren’t the plan, I no longer had any legal representation, and I was acting as my own attorney. Surprise, surprise, three days before the trial was to begin, they were able to have me arrested by Clackamas County Corrections on an unsubstantiated probation violation.

They claimed, by sending E mails to my wife’s boyfriend’s ex-wife, Libby Rascon, I had violated my terms of probation. And it didn’t matter that Libby had called me three different times and sent me her E-Mail address, and asked me to keep her informed.

The funny thing is, I didn’t even have her phone number since she blocked all three of her calls when she called. As we agreed, I E-mailed Libby some information about my upcoming divorce, and they arrested me.

It wouldn’t be the last time the State did this, but 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 while both living in Clackamas and Lane County. Apparently, under our legal system the truth doesn’t mean anything. Only power and winning matters.

The reason Christel and her supporters from Clackamas County needed to prevent me from attending the trial in Eugene is because the first thing I intended to do was to request that the court move the trial to Multnomah County.

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 agree that she had no legal right to move this far away, simply because she wanted to be near her new boyfriend, Chris Rascon.

The court most likely would have ordered her to drive to Multnomah County for the trial, rather than requiring me to take a Greyhound Bus at four in the morning to Eugene.

If Legal Aide for Multnomah County hadn’t unjustly refused to represent me, and I had an actual attorney present, 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. That is, responsibility for her own bad behavior, which was far worse than anything I ever did.

Here’s an example of how our injustice system works, and how they were once again in 2010 able to deny me due process.

On February 5th of that year, I paid these bastards in Washington County $860, and then what seemed retaliatory, the very next day they arrested me for failure to pay this debt, which wasn’t due until February 16th, 2010, when I would complete my five years of probation.

The Washington County District Attorney’s Office put out a warrant for me in January, even though as I said the debt wasn’t due until February 16th. In fact, it was paid in full on February 5th and I no longer owed them anything, but that didn’t stop Oregon’s most corrupt DA from going after me again.

When I went down there and tried to straighten this out the very next day, on February 6th, they arrested me. Then this Washington County Deputy ordered me to strip and he joyfully proceeded to butt search my asshole (without just cause.

I waited all day in the jail to go before the judge and plea my case, dressed in an orange clown suit. Thankfully, I was no longer being represented by the public pretender’s office and notified the jail I would be acting as my own attorney as a pro se litigant.

There was six of us that day being charged with failure to pay, but I was the only one forced to put on this humiliating orange costume. And I was the only one who had paid my debt in full! .

For all I know the costume they gave me to wear may have been pink. But this is the point, to degrade and embarrass the defendant as much as possible in the presence of the court, as the persecutors and the Oregon department of coercion often do.
I theoretically won the case because they let me go home that day. But it’s the process that persecutors and correction creeps use to destroy poor people who they view as their political enemies, even though we have no power.

Later that day, I waddled into the court room with my hands and feet chained together and was brought before a Washington County judge, who was obviously indifferent. I suppose My hands and feet were chained together so I wouldn’t run away. I told him that my debt was paid in full and that they had no right to arrest me. I was promptly released from custody and from probation, but nothing happened to the people who did this to me.

In Gilbert King’s 2005 book, “Bone Valley” he tells the stoy of Leo Schofield, who was convicted and sent to prison by the State of Florida for a murder that they eventually admitted he did not commit. But throughout this process, King explains that over and over the people in the whole system worked together like a machine to protect dozens and dozens of lies and misrepresentations.

“This isn’t about guilt or innocence. It’s about what happens when a legal system locks itself into a version of events and refuses to let go, even the facts no longer support it. Sometimes an injustice isn’t a result of persecutor oversight, tunnel vision or bias. Sometimes it’s something else, A calculated series of choices, quiet, deliberate, and capable of destroying a life. When the aim is not justice but victory, truth can be collateral damage. And when finality is protected by law and the courts , sometimes story telling is the last remaining way to seek any form of justice.”

Like many, the mistrust I now feel toward all cops, persecutors and the correction creeps can never be erased. That’s what happens when a few unscrupulous people pervert the justice system, and no one will fix it!

PART THREE:
Getting back to my divorce, wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to ask, how many poor men and their families have had their lives destroyed by “feminist-controlled” organizations like Legal Aide of Multnomah County or Northwest Cares?

Northwest Cares is an organization that the police use to filmed alleged victims of sexual assault. According to my wife, they filmed my step daughter’s testimony for the grand jury. Except, it was obviously coached by these women since it didn’t include any information about:
* My step-daughter looking at explicit pornography with her mother;
* Or along with her sister, being encouraged by her mother to give her mother’s boyfriend a naked lap dance;
* Or being encouraged to get naked and get in the tub or bed with her mother’s boyfriend;
* Or being beaten with a wooden spoon by her mother.

In Jeff Guinn’s book, “Waco,” he described how the Branch Davidians would also beat their children with a wooden spoon, rather than their hand, and that this authoritarian control by their parents over the children cost them their lives.

He wrote, “An adult’s hand was forbidden. A wooden spoon, known as the “helper,” was utilized instead.”

The older daughter’s father told me that Christel began beating her with the wooden spoon when she was only three, still in diapers. So this had been going on for seven or eight years when we moved in together and she began grooming us to have sex.

Like Christel, Guinn describes how the Branch Davidians practiced this form of punishment on babies, “Spanking is love, was extended to infants. During subsequent testimony to Congress, one of the adults, Kiri Jewell, shocked Congressional investigators in 1995, when she claimed she’d seen eight month old babies paddled with the helper.”

Not only did David Koresh have sexual intercourse with girls as young as eleven, and referred to them as his wives, according to Guinn, he once sexually assaulted a girl that was only ten. One must ask, where were their mothers? like Christel Were they complicit in what Koresh did to their daughters.?

Isn’t it ironic that the man who signed off on letting the FBI burn the Branch Davidians alive, Bill Clinton, traveled on the Lolita Express and visited Pedophile Island dozens and dozens of times, and most likely raped dozens if not hundreds of underage girls.

Similarly, Christel would sometimes fly into a rage and strike her girls all over their bodies with wooden spoons, including the side of the head. In fact, she would often strike the girls so hard she would break the wooden spoon she was using.

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

While I sat in jail I was prevented from testifying at my divorce trial, and it all seemed hopeless. I was on probation from Clackamas County at the time, and never had any serious problem with the correction department, until this happened.

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

This is how it went down. 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 attend the custody trial or vote.

When it happened, I imagined Jay Scroggin standing like some Gestapo Officer with his hands behind his back looking across the room, while officer Mickey Jones and some other really short guy 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 each of my arms really tight, which made me seem like a really dangerous large fugitive that had escaped from prison. And Nagel just sat there going through my wallet and saying something about Libby Rascon and my alleged PV.

About a week earlier, U.S. Senator Ron Wyden, who is Jewish, appeared on KEX Radio, a Clear Channel station(now I Fart Radio), with “Mark Moron” Mason and dirty 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 who is also Jewish, came into his office that week and 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. This is yet another example of powerful Jewish people helping other influential Jewish people, screwing the goydumb.

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 she was also Jewish? We know as a powerful Jew, he’s obligated to protect anyone who is a wealthy Jew, regardless of party. This is the code our politicians live bye, and Gaza proves this.

As I mentioned above, both my wife’s latest lover, Chris Rascon, who is Jewish, and his ex-wife (Libby Rascon were loyal E-Bay employees, or contractors, and well-connected. 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.

However, 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 this harassment, not just keeping me from testifying. 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 hundreds of other people from Oregon did, and are still doing today.

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. Later, I found two dead rats that were living in my RV.

the Boston couple was also sent through the mail spiders and cockroaches, Similarly, someone has been putting dirt, ants, and probably spiders in the outside walls of my RV, on the north side of the unit.

For months they put dozens of mice inside my RV through vents and windows. It almost killed me, as I became sick from the mouse feces and urine before I realized what was happening.

This is similar to what the Jewish Mob did in Boston to people they didn’t like, with the help of “Bobby the Mole” Mueller and the sick fuck Deep State. That is, to torture and murder people who were a problem.

Lindy Farr, of Redmond, Oregon, died in 2018 from Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome which is caused by mouse feces and urine. Perhaps coincidentally, Christel had an Aunt named Linda from that area that really hated Christel, although I don’t know her last name.

They’re also burning some fires and spraying this stinky stuff outside my windows, that smells like bear spray. Another time, I ordered a food box from St. Vincent de Paul. When it was delivered, somebody had put an empty jar of peanut butter 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 had done for the poor, I had to stopped getting the home food box deliveries because of this act of domestic terrorism.

The electronic harassment I have experienced and still experience today includes hacking into my computer and Internet accounts, deleting files and folders, 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, which apparently can be easily hacked, as is evident with the voting machines.

On a side note, I have good reason to suspect from the testimony of blind computer experts this same screen access software for the blind 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 the screen.

As you can see from my web site, WolfeOut.com, they delete or often change my writings and do things to make me look stupid, like taking out the paragraph breaks and changing the punctuation, or just inserting random characters.

I know someone is doing this, because it wasn’t happening when I first started using Word Press and posting my memoir online, “3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle.”

And it’s interesting that in Chapter One, the first time I mention Libby Rascon’s, her first name was changed to “Libber. And the information about her divorce attorney, Michelle Bo Victor, was removed from Chapter Five.”

They are also using this weapon on me that makes me nauseous, called a “Vomitor”. And sometimes they use 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.

Whether I’m inside or outside, I’m 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. It may be harmless but it makes me itch, but 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 any liquid it touches?

Along with stealing my mail and vandalizing my fence and RV, I’m also being shocked in the crotch and other places on my body with some kind of weapon almost every day. This also can make a person itch all over, or simply make a person think they have been poked or stung with something, even under their clothes.

The couple from Boston didn’t report this sort of electronic harassment, but others have, and we know the technology exists. And like their neo-fascist hero, Aleister Crowley, who is apparently the father of Barbara Bush, if they can, they will.

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 once they obtain a signed plea bargain. The public pretenders never tell their clients, the plea bargain immediately strips the individual of any civil rights or future due process rights, as though they were still incarcerated.

In other words, no judge from Oregon or anywhere else is going to ever question the authority of the Department of Corrections and its officers, no matter what they do to an indigent, disabled defendant, such as the man burned alive in a Florida prison.

Correction officers with the Florida Department of Corrections intentionally murdered a prisoner with a severe mental disability named Deron Rainey. They placed him in a shower that could be locked from the outside. Then they turned on the scolding hot water and came back in an hour to find Mr. Rainey dead.

no one was ever charged with the crime. That’s because corrections is a shitty job with shitty pay that for the most part, only shitty people ever take. Like the ones who helped steal my son, Jay Scroggin, Mickey Jones, Art Nagel, and that other little creep, who thanked me for being cooperative when I was falsely arrested.

The state’s hands are tied because they need guards and correctional officers to protect the rich people and their property. We know the politicians like Ron Wyden only care about campaign contributions, since they get to keep what’s ever left over, while pretending they give a shit about us poor people.

PART FOUR:
If you’re interested, here’s the other side of the story about my false imprisonment by Sheriff Roberts, Jay Scroggin, and Clackamas County Corrections.

I had sent a letter about my wife’s affair with Libby’s husband to Libby Rascon at Lane Community College, where my wife told me she taught a computer class.

I included my address and telephone number and she called me twice that first day, and she called me once again a month later.

As I mentioned earlier, she never left her number. So I had no way to call her back since her number was blocked.

When she called the second time that day, 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, and wondered how long before he would probably start abusing my son, maybe calling him “the son of a child molester!”

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, which I understand is a crime. I was shocked when a few minutes later she began reading an E mail from someone, addressed to Christel.

She said she might be willing to help me with my divorce/custody trial using her E-Bay computer skills. So she sent me an E mail saying “send me what you got,” which I gave to my PO, Art Nagel when I was first accused of harassment by his supervisor, Jay Scroggin.

Apparently, Nagel must have slipped the E mail I got from Libby Rascon into the back of his file cabinet where no one would find it, which I explained in Chapter Five is apparently 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 a computer instructor, she knew how to easily block my E mails, if she wanted to.

According to Nagel, I was accused of contacting her by E mail, which they said was harassment, and they claimed it was a probation violation. And then they arrested me a week later to prevent me from testifying in Eugene about what I knew about Chris Rascon.

Libby Rascon never told me directly to stop sending her information, although Christel’s attorney, Michelle Bo Victor, sent me a letter, telling me to no longer contact her former client. So I assumed that this lawyer was saying this to protect her current client once she found out that her former client had conspired against her current client’s boyfriend by providing critical information.

Nevertheless, I ignored the letter and sent Libby another updated E mail which included Michelle Bo Victor’s comments. Again, Libby Rascon never tried to contact me to let me know she no longer wanted to be contacted.

During our first conversation, Libby told me about how Chris had stood up in front of her family during a Christmas dinner in 2005, a couple weeks before Christel moved back to Springfield.

Despite that his audience included two police officers, from Eugene and Springfield, 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 hooking up with my mother-in-law, Kim Cooley, who he worked with at the VA. Apparently they had this secret apartment, which conveniently required a secret code to enter that both Christel and Kim knew, but Libby didn’t.

Just before my divorce trial, Chris Rascon, Libby Rascon, my wife, and her attorney, started calling everyone they knew. apparently 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 Ron Wyden and 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, like women often do, she told her family and the hospital that she had fallen down, which she told me wasn’t true.

I was going to ask my ex-wife while she was under oath whether she had ever knowingly had sexual relations with men or women in the presence of her children, or encouraged her children to watch or experiment sexually with anyone else?

I was also going to ask her about the letter she sent Dennis Marley, and included in her exhibits? As I explained in Chapter Five, 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 English professor’s home and staying over night. And I was going to ask 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 father, since the safety of Abraham was in question because of Christel’s reckless behavior and her new boyfriend’s violence.

However as I describe above, both my wife’s lover, Chris Rascon and his ex-wife (Libby Rascon) were good friends of Whitman, and I believe they conspired with the current Governor, Senator Wyden and Clackamas County Corrections to prevent me from attending my divorce and custody trial in Eugene and putting the Rascons on the stand, which would have embarrassed Whitman, who sold her stock in E-Bay for one billion dollars one year later.

My wife married this Jewish man, Chris Rascon, one week after she arranged (with the help of Senator Wyden, Governor Kulongoski , and Jay Scroggin, who interestingly runs Portland’s sex offender units, where he could easily continue to harrass me). And to have me arrested on an alleged PV. Specifically, because I planned to disclose that Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had broke her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my ex-wife and my former mother-in-law.

Make no mistake, 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 and healthy guardian to our son, Abraham, along with her affairs with two UCC professors, which was well within my rights, as his biological father.

Because of the Rascon’s direct ties to Meg Whitman and E-Bay, it is very likely that Whitman’s stock would have taken a tumble and lost value [consideration] if I had been allowed to question Christel under oath.

Shortly after Christel moved to Eugene on December 24th (so she could be with Chris on Christmas day), she brought Abraham back to Portland for a visit. While we were in the bathroom, making love on the floor (while Abraham was watching a movie), Christel told me she was very concerned about the way Chris had been looking at her older daughter while they were working on homework.

Maybe she knew (and didn’t mind) that there was already something 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 these writings suggest, and that she obviously 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? Did the oldest daughter ever invite him into the bathroom while she was taking a bath, to attempt to seduce him, as she tried to do with me? But Christel is responsible for this questionable behavior, since she would invite her older daughter into our bed at night and invite the girls into the bath while we were taking a bath, and would often show them explicit pornography while the three of them were sitting on the couch(see Chapter 5).

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…understanding exactly why it was that she picked this particular guy, Chris Rascon.

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

This is why I was forced to sign a coerced plea bargain in 2004, which meant I never went to trial, where the truth would have been exposed. I suspect John Foote, the DA for cleckamas County, and his wife, Susan Upton, were responsible for manipulating Bob Hermann, the DA for Washington County (see Chapter 6).

How do you suppose America would feel to learn that E-Bay was founded on the concept of cheating, lying, and perversions. But this has always been this company’s standards under Whitman’s leadership. cheating uninformed people out of money, mostly the elderly and disabled, by selling them useless over priced junk?

Do you suppose exposing these two E-Bay fat cats for possibly being cheaters, thugs, perverts and liars might have given great concern to this Jewish billionaire, Meg Whitman, who apparently suddenly needed a quick “favor” from her Jewish “good friend, Senator Wyden, according to Wyden, who appeared on a local radio show and mentioned his favor to his good friend, Whitman. About a week later I was falsely imprisoned by Clackamas County Corrections on a bogus PV violation, to prevent me from testifying in Eugene against the Rascons and the E-Bay corporation, thanks to Senator Wyden.

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 deaf-blind man, had been exposed.

If I ever had a real attorney to represent me, 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 Hanlin 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 could see or 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 suspect Nagel knew at the time was a crime, to interfere in a civil matter before the court. And I believe he 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 butt 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 me 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 even more strangely, the courtroom seemed to be filled with people, mostly young people. .Almost as though there was an audience of freshmen college students waiting for the show.

I stood there with my hands and feet chained up, 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 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 the person is 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.

There’s no doubt that Jay Scroggin, as Executive Director of Pardons and’s Parole’s 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 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 Bureau 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 easily abuse us falsely accused disabled RSO’s, who never got a real attorney to represent us.

A woman in Oregon only need to accuse a straight man of sexual abuse and he is automatically guilty under the law, and will have to wait two years in jail to get a trial (with a corrupt lawyer representing him).

Why would Bob Hermann Monster, Greg “Ugly Olson”, my fake lawyer Troll, and Judge “I don’t give a fuck about poor people” Bailey make sure in the plea bargain to not ever allow me to have contact in the future with my son. And my dirty lawyer Gregory Troll never told me about this provision, or that I had been put on the Death List for life!, until the thirty days to appeal had expired.

It started in the jail when I was arrested. After only two visits with Abraham Sheriff Rob Gordon arbitrarily decided to end all visits with my son. So I think this was the plan all along, maybe because he was such a beautiful baby boy and these sick homosexual and bisexual bastards wanted him for themselves, just like what probably happened to Kiron Horman and Eton Patz. But we aren’t aloud to say this under the Deep State’s injustice system, run by perverts and pedophiles or Merrick Garland will send the FBI or the US Marshals after us.

According to the original charges, I was accused of allegedly “attempting to touch my step-daughter’s breast in a sexual manner.” This is exactly what the indictment said, and nothing else. However, it was as though the allegations included doing something sexual to my son, Abraham. and raping my step-daughter.

How truly cruel it was for these sick bastards to do this to Abraham! Any one who knew us, knew Abraham and me were very close when Christel started down this path, to blame me while exempting herself from legal responsibility.

It is my understanding, Abraham has until 2027 to file a law suit against those responsible for depriving him of his father, since it wasn’t just me who was injured by this fraud. But depriving someone indigent like me of my civil rights is what they so often do to protect their billionaire masters, who write the big donation checks, like Phil Knight, Paul Allen and Bill Gates.

As I mentioned earlier, following the Ford Foundation luncheon, Christel decided to take Abraham away from me after my threats to expose her child abuse, because she knew what I said was true and didn’t want me to ever appear in court. And all these dirty bastards named here were more than willing to help her commit this fraud on the court, including Circuit Judge Charlie Bailey. But why, I asked? Here’s one pretty good reason.

Former-Governor Ted Kulongoski and friend of the not convicted pedophile, Governor Neil Goldschmidt, and other Republicans and Democrats from the Portland, Salem and Eugene area may themselves prove to actually have been responsible for all of this.

We know this is possible, since they all covered up for Neil Goldschmidt when he was raping a fourteen-year-old girl while he was mayor of Portland, until shockingly, they made him governor of Oregon!

In Amy Gajda’s 2020 book, “Seek and Hide”, she writes about this Oregon cover up, “consider then here an article from Oregon’s Willamette Week called “When thirty Year Secret.” There, the reporter Nigel Jaquest, revealed that three decades earlier Portland’s Mayor Neil Goldschmidt, a man that had also served as Oregon’s governor, had had sex with a fourteen-year-old girl. a relationship that had lasted three years. Goldschmidt had hired her as a babysitter for his kids. And instead would often take her down to her parents basement, to hotels, and other private spots, and have sex with her.”

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 to prove this, she willingly provided me with her personal E mail.

As I said, 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 testify at the trial. And it was a crime.

“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?” Does that make any sense? He never answered.

The Rascons ended up getting a very quick divorce in 2006, 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 her girls would be able to go to college. “What about Abraham?” I thought.

Acting as my own attorney, I intended to present evidence at the custody trial of my wife’s ongoing affairs with several men and her physical, psychological, and sexual abuse of her daughters. I intended to show my son was in great danger by remaining in her custody, given her past abuse of her daughters and her new violent boyfriend.

I kept several mementos so I would never, ever forget Abraham. I still have a toy drum I bought for him when he was three. And I have a painting Christel painted while she was pregnant, showing a woman breast feeding her new born infant. And I also saved a ceramic cast Christel made of an new born infant she made while she was pregnant with Abraham, in which she signed and wrote on the back:
“You have rekindled, deep within me, a very special desire…that of new life. Were it not for the inspiration of you, and the healing gift of yourself, this image would not have been born to us….for this, I thank you.
Love, Christel Lynn”

He hasn’t so far, but I hoped that when Abraham turned eighteen he would come and look for me. This way Bob Hermann Monster, Gregory “Ugly Olson,” and the rest of the sick fucks at the Washington County District Attorneys Office would no longer have a chance to punish me for what Christel did.

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Don Wolfe
Portland, OR

October 5, 2015

Sheriff Dan Hanlin
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.

Dear Sheriff Hanlin:

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, given the Senator’s personal loss, 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.

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 at 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 me arrested on an alleged PV three days before my trial, according to my PO, Art 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? 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. Subsequently, 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 Wolfe, 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 2004, 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.

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. Under Oregon statutes 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 preventing me from attending my custody/divorce 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.

Best regards,

Donald R. Wolfe

CC: U.S. Senator Jeff Merkley

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 some 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. Libby Rascon was also a computer business teacher at Lane Community College, and could have blocked my E mails any time she wanted, which begs the question, as I’ll explain.

And I’ll end this chapter with a letter addressed to the Sheriff of Douglas County, John Hanlin, 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, coincidentally named “Lawrence “Larry” LeVene.” And eight innocent students dead. Including a young woman who U.S. Senator Merkley described as his “favorite cousin”, Rebbecca Ann Karnes. Curiously, neither Senator Merkley or any one from his staff ever wanted to talk to me about this tragedy involving his favorite cousin.

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. including a math professor who Christel said called her a “sadistic manipulator.”

Before including 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 State of Oregon.

I believe Ron Wyden, John Kitzhaber, Ted Kulongoski, and a whole bunch of other legal 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.

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 to myself, if I could see I would probably destroy, or perhaps kill, someone who cost me that much money.

Legal Aide of Eugene had nothing to do with my wife’s case., This is very typical of how feminist lawyers can treat indigent male clients. 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 by E mail, who had called me three different times and sent me her E-Mail, I had violated my terms of probation.

The funny thing is, I didn’t even have her phone number since she blocked all of her calls. So as we agreed, I E-mailed her some information about my upcoming divorce, and they arrested me.

It wouldn’t be the last time they did this, but 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 Greyhound Bus at four in the morning to Eugene.

If Legal Aide for Multnomah County hadn’t fraudulently refused to represent me, and I had an actual attorney present, 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. That is, responsibility for her own behavior, which was far worse than anything I ever did.

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 or Northwest Cares?

Northwest Cares is an organization that the police use to filmed alleged victims of sexual assault. According to my wife, they filmed my step daughter’s testimony for the grand jury. Except, it was obviously coached by these women since it didn’t include any information about:
* My step-daughter looking at explicit pornography with her mother;
* Or being beaten with a wooden spoon by her mother;
* Or being encouraged by her mother to give her mother’s boyfriend a naked lap dance;
* Or being encouraged to get naked and get in the tub or bed with her mother’s boyfriend.

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 and also Jewish, 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. This is another example of powerful Jewish people helping other influential Jewish people, screwing the goydumb.

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 she was also Jewish and a billionaire. And as a powerful Jew, he’s obligated to protect anyone who is a wealthy Jew, regardless of party, like most of the cons 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 hundreds of other people from Oregon did, and are still doing, 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. But this is similar to what the Jewish Mob did in Boston, with the help of “Bobby the Mole” Mueller and the sick FBI, to torture and murder people who caused them a problem.

In fact, Lindy Farr, of Redmond, Oregon, died in 2018 from Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome which is caused by mouse feces and urine. Perhaps coincidentally, Christel had an Aunt named Linda from that area that really hated Christel, although I don’t know her name.

They’re also burning some fires and spraying this stinky stuff outside my windows, 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 had to 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, which apparently can be easily hacked.

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 the screen.

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: More Truth Than We Can Handle”, 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. And the information about her divorce attorney, Michelle Bo Victor, was removed from Chapter Five.”

They are also using this weapon on me that makes me nauseous, called a “Vomitor”. And sometimes they use 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, according to the Alpha Dopes Lard Larson.

Whether I’m inside or outside, I’m 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. It may be harmless, physically, but the Deep State trolls know creating distress among the people always leads to other collateral damage.

And if it is harmful, did you know the skin absorbs 20% to 60% of what ever it touches?

I have mentioned throughout this book countless times I’m also being shocked in the crotch and other places on my body with some kind of weapon every day. This makes a person itch all over. Although, the couple from Boston didn’t report this sort of electronic harassment, the technology does exists. And if they can, they will.

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 once they obtain a plea bargain which immediately places the targeted individual on probation.

In other words, no judge from Oregon is going to ever question the authority of Oregon Department of Corrections, no matter what they do to an indigent, disabled defendant. The Florida Department of Corrections intentionally murdered a prisoner with a severe mental disability named Deron Rainey, and no one was ever charged with the crime. That’s because corrections is a shitty job with shitty pay that mostly dishonorable people ever take, like Jay Scroggin, Mickey Jones, Art Nagel, and some other little guy. So the state’s hands are tied because they need guards and correctional officers to protect the rich and their property. We know the politicians like Ron Wyden only care about campaign contributions, since they get to keep what’s ever left over, while pretending they give a shit about us poor people.

If you’re interested, here’s the other side of the story (about my false imprisonment by Sheriff Roberts, Jay Scroggin, and Clackamas County Corrections).

I had sent a angry letter about my wife’s affair with Libby’s husband to Libby Rascon at Lane Community College, where my wife told me she taught computers (and could easily block anybody’s E mails any time she wanted).

I included my telephone number and she called me, twice, and she called me once again a month later.

She never left her number and I never used call return to retrieve it. So I had no way to call her back. So when she called the second time that day, 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, and wondered how long before he would start abusing my son, calling him “the son of a child molester”.

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, which I understand is a crime. I was shocked when a few minutes later she began reading an E mail from someone, addressed to Christel.

She said she would be willing to help me with my divorce/custody trial using her E-Bay computer skills. So she sent me an E mail saying “send me what you got,” which I gave to my PO, Art Nagel when I was first accused of harassment by Jay Scroggin and Libby Rascon. Apparently, Nagel quickly slipped it into the back of his file cabinet where no one would find it, which I explained in Chapter Five is apparently 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 according to Nagel, I was accused of contacting her by E mail, which they said was harassment, and they claimed it was a probation violation. And then they arrested me a week later I believe 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 no longer contact her former client. So I assumed that this lawyer was saying this to protect her current client once she found out that her former client had conspired against her current client to share certain personal information about both Christel and Chris Rascon?

So I ignored the letter and sent Libby another updated E mail which included Michelle Bo Victor’s comments. Again, Libby Rascon never tried to contact me.

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 my son was in danger because 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, Kim Cooley. 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 Christel’s behavior.

And 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 the other men and boys she allowed to have unsupervised contact with her daughters.

Shortly after Christel moved to Eugene the day before Christmas (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 bathroom 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 deaf-blind man, had been exposed.

If I ever had a real attorney to represent me, 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 Hanlin 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 waiting 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 Hanlin
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 Hanlin:

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 friend of the unconvicted pedophile, Governor Neil Goldschmidt, and other Democrats from the Portland and Eugene 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 explains,the students may have only been collateral damage, and not the shooter’s primary target.

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?” Does that make any sense?

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.

Acting as my own attorney, I intended to present evidence at the custody trial of my wife’s ongoing affairs with several men and her physical, psychological, and sexual abuse of her daughters. I intended to show my son was in great danger by remaining in her custody, given her past abuse of her daughters

In August of 2001, shortly after we became engaged, she and her two girls drove to Roseburg and spent the night with one of her male instructors from UCC. 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 the grades she received when she was a UCC student and sleeping with two of her professors.

It is 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.

I kept several mementos so I would never, ever forget Abraham. I still have a toy drum I bought for him when he was three. And I have a painting Christel painted while she was pregnant, showing a woman breast feeding her new born infant. And I also saved a syramic casting Christel made of an new born infant she made while she was pregnant with Abraham, in which she signed and wrote on the back that says:

“You have rekindled, deep within me, a very special desire…that of new life. Were it not for the inspiration of you, and the healing gift of yourself, this image would not have been born to us….for this, I thank you.
Love, Christel Lynn”

He hasn’t, but I thought when Abraham turned eighteen he would come look for me. This way Bob Hermann Monster, Gregory Olson, and the rest of the sick fucks at the Washington County District Attorneys Office would no longer have a chance to punish me for what Christel did.

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Don Wolfe
Portland, OR

October 5, 2015

Sheriff Dan Hanlin
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.

Dear Sheriff Hanlin:

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, given the Senator’s personal loss, 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.

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 at 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 me arrested on an alleged PV three days before my trial, according to my PO, Art 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? 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. Subsequently, 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 Wolfe, 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 2004, 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.

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 Libby Rascon’s original E mail to my PO who showed it to Scroggin, who had him arrest me anyway a week later. Under Oregon statutes 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 preventing me from attending my custody/divorce 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.

Best regards,

Donald R. Wolfe

CC: U.S. Senator Jeff Merkley

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Documenting the abuse:
January 15, 2026

CONTACT INFORMATION:
Don Wolfe
7991 S.E. 82nd Avenue, Unit 23
Portland, OR 97266
(503) 260, 7259
drwolfe@wolfeout.com

To Whom it may concern:

I am completely blind (100%), partially-deaf (40%), and currently recovering from a stroke. This stroke occurred April 28, 2024. Because of new information, I suspect my stroke was intentionally caused by my neighbor or perhaps some neo-liberal, for political reasons.

This goes to motive. I would consider myself politically a moderate, however, this is not how most neo-liberals would view me, even though I oppose war and support complete cannabis legalization. However, having been raised Catholic, I oppose most abortions and oppose special rights for homosexuals other than what is provided for under the ADA. But what upsets neo-liberals the most, and why they have come after me, I consider transgenderism a mental illness. Like President Trump, I also believe we should not let men compete against women, which was destroying women’s sports. And I’m strongly opposed to mutilating or drugging minors, causing permanent changes to their bodies for what is mostly a temporary mental disorder known as gender dysphoria.

OHSU, which is a public Oregon hospital is one of the most profitable hospitals in America doing what they ironically call “gender care,” I oppose using public funds for this de-affirming care for what is elective, cosmetic surgery. For this reason my punishment and torture ever since 2004 I believe has been directed by the neo-liberals and their minions from the Democrat party, mostly homosexuals and radical feminists. This is when my wife, a bisexual woman, came after me. Although it would be a year until we were actually divorced.

I realize the evidence presented here is almost all circumstantial. Nevertheless, clearly I have been targeted by someone, probably a neo-liberal or vigilante, for many, many years, ever since my 2005 selective prosecution by the supporters of these disturbing neo-liberal policies. I’m reaching out to request that your agency investigate this abuse.

According to my research both poisoning and electric shock can cause strokes. Certain toxins such as rodenticide (rat poison which I suspect they were using around the park, with no regard for our safety). Organophosphates (insecticides which I know was regularly sprayed around the park, by both the old owner and new owner), . Hantavirus Pulmonary (which comes from rat and mouse feces, which were prevalent around the back of the park, where I live. Adam, a former-maintenance man, said he discovered a leak in the pipes under the shed in Lot 22, and said it made a perfect environment for these rodents.) I also suspect someone was putting them in my open windows throughout the summer, for many years.

In addition, I may have been attacked with some kind of weapon which will cause electrical injuries which lead to spasms or vascular damage, which can cause a stroke or death.

In addition, Before reading this letter, first read this brief excerpt about the technology that is available if you want to electronically harass someone, especially if they’re blind.

“iPhone Electric-Shock Weapons Seized by Australian Cops”
Dateline: Melbourne, Australia
Source: Tech Media Network (Tom’s Guide)
Published: May 2, 2014

“The iPhone is an inventive little gadget, and has probably shocked a few people over the years, but never quite like this. Australian officials have intercepted a shipment more than 6,000 weapons from China, including a batch of iPhone lookalikes that deliver a painful, potentially incapacitating electric shock.

According to a report and photographs provided by the Australian Customs and Border Protection Service, officers at the port of Melbourne seized the phony iPhones, which came with instructions labeling them as “iPhone 4 super ultra electronic thin riot” equipment, as well as brass knuckles, batons and shock weapons disguised as flashlights.”

For your information I am providing a statement of the details and my suspicions about who is responsible, along with some related background documentation that may be helpful.

CONTACTING ME:
Although this may not be your practice, I would request I be contacted by either telephone or E mail. As a blind person (see above) and my personal experiences (described below), any unannounced visits from any person I did not already know would be threatening, and I may not respond well. Especially, given that two weeks ago, December 30th, 2025, around midnight someone began throwing small stones at my RV, as though they could read this first draft as I was writing it on the afternoon of December 30th. Also, please be aware, I have been diagnosed by LifeWorks with mild PTSD and would be easily startled by anyone pounding on my RV, such as Portland Police Bureau’s Sergeant Bridget Sickcon (who is apparently a gay woman who doesn’t especially like men who are straight or who have disabilities) and other officers under her scope and control.

BACKGROUND:
Let me begin by disclosing my last recent work as a news reporter at KBOO Community Radio, and two other print publications before this. While my work has mostly involved a wide variety of subjects, much of my recent work has involved police and prosecutorial misconduct. Specifically, the horrific murders of Fouad Kaady, Jordan Case, and the unexplained multiple killings committed by Clackamas County Deputy Jeff Grahn at a Gresham bar.

In filing this complaint, I trust I will receive equal consideration in any investigation involving a person or persons who have retaliated against me,committing multiple acts of violence against me — a vulnerable person and my property. For years I have been harassed, including vandalizing my property, hacking my computer, stealing my mail, unplugging my electric , etc.

MY STROKE:
I use cannabis daily, and have used it medically (with a STATE cannabis card for fifteen years). I have used cannabis for most of my life, and know that cannabis does not cause strokes. I drink a few beers a week but don’t use any hard drugs, which could cause a stroke.

In addition, before my stroke I exercised regularly and was physically fit. I eat fairly well, compared to most Americans. While a stroke can be caused by many things, my stroke is very suspicious, in light of the evidence described below.

Around April 1st of 2024, I learned from my Care Giver, Vera Smith (971-409-6607) that a man,his girlfriend, and a noisy green sports car, and three annoying dogs moved into Lot 24 on the south side of my RV, , but I never complained about it. Although I was told earlier by Debbie that no large dogs were allowed to live here unless they were a service dog, so this tells me he had some extraordinary pull with the owner since none of these dogs were service dogs, and one was very large.

A week or two later the manager, Debbie Sleeper came over and said my fence I built around my RV had to be moved. This fence was meant to keep out prowlers and peeping toms which I told the manager was, and still is, a problem here in the back of the park,and which she and the former-owner, Maralyn, had approved, Despite this, she said the fence was about six inches to far over on lot 24, which seemed ridiculous, since my fence had been here for over ten years. In fact, if I had taken the matter to court, I’m confident I would have won the case. Yet, in the spirit of cooperation, I said nothing and with much effort moved the fence and gate myself.

So you understand My skills before my stroke, wile growing up my Step-father had built several houses from scratch and taught me and my brother much about carpentry, plumbing, and electrical wiring, despite our blindness.

About two weeks later, April 28, 2024, I had a stroke. I now believe I was poisoned by this neighbor., with something chemical, such as rat poison, or electrical, such as a zapper gun or a similar weapon, such as a fake I-phone or fake flashlight.

Around this time someone was regularly sneaking into my yard, despite the fence, leaving bottle caps on my table and beer cans on my front step, to let me know they had been in my yard, despite the fence. Along with stealing a few small tools, like terrorist, they would also sometimes late at night softly knock on the side of my RV, trying to wake me up. At that time, it was possible on the north side of my RV to push the fence far enough aside to slip in.

This is one of the reasons why I believe I was poisoned or shocked by my neighbor, causing my injury. After having what seemed to be a stroke, I was unable to use the left side of my body. I literally began dragging myself from the bed to the bathroom and back. For the next month, other than preparing meals, I mostly remained in bed. Not trusting Oregon’s medical system, I waited until my next scheduled medical visit in September to report my stroke to my nurse Practitioner, with House Care Home Care providers (971-202-5500).

With the windows open, it’s easy to hear your neighbors talk. About a day or two days after my stroke, I heard these same new neighbors from Lot 24 dragging their feet, and making monster sound, while laughing aloud. I suspect they were joking about me, since it seemed rather coincidental. If this true, This lack of compassion toward my disability and new injuries was extremely rude, and it made me begin to suspect they may have had something to do with my stroke.

Prior to my stroke an long after, I heard this same neighbor arguing with the man I believe lives in Lot 26, and some of these loud rants involved my ugly fence and getting me evicted, Although sometimes I may not have heard them clearly, but my window and door on that side were usually open and they would be talking especially loud, as though they wanted me to hear and be intimidated by their threats.

When I first told Marcus, the first nurse practitioner I had that I was being shocked by someone or something every night, but I didn’t know who was doing it. I soon discovered that telling any “medical person” about this seemed fruitless, since I had no proof. And perhaps dangerous, as they might begin to question my mental health. Since I feel I was being constructively evicted, this would certainly help their cause if I looked or acted crazy or angry.

this same neighbor later moved to Lot 22, which is the north side of my RV, which is mostly hidden from view. However, before they moved someone started throwing stones at my fence on the south side most of the day, near Lot 24. I ignored it. Then a few days later someone began pounding on my back fence with a hammer, near Lot 22, on the north side of my RV. When I came out to find out what the sound was. a man, who sounded like the same man from Lot 24 (with a Connecticut or New Jersey accent), denied he was doing anything. We ended up getting into a big argument, when he denied throwing stones, despite that before I said anything, he threw a shovel full of stones at the middle of my fence while I was quietly standing there. Obviously, to intimidate me. Apparently, the new manager, Rosa, heard something or was told something about us arguing and immediately called my care giver, Vera. The manager told Vera a man named Clark was responsible, or supervising the man who had threw the rocks. Vera said she couldn’t remember exactly what Rosa said. I know the new owner has been trying to constructively evict me since they bought the Park in 2023. Here’s why.

The same year the Monte Christo Communities Inc. bought Portland Pines, the state legislature had passed a law in 2023 that said current tenants of manufactured parks did not have to sign a new lease, if they lived in the same manufactured park for more than ten years., The law took effect immediately in July of 2023. Despite this law, the manager, Debbie Sleeper, walked around with new leases for everyone to sign, with no cover letter or never explaining to us that we didn’t have to sign the new lease, since most people weren’t aware of the new law. This lease stated the tenants had to begin paying for water, sewage, and trash removal. So vulnerable people who were tricked into signing were defrauded by this company, who has perhaps illegally collected tens of thousands of dollars from the renters that unknowingly signed.

Given this, I know the park’s owners are angry at me for reporting this fraud, or attempted fraud, to State Senator Pham and others, and requested that the legislature put restrictions on raising the rent,. which the new owners have done every year since purchasing the park [EXHIBIT C].

No wonder the owner is angry with me, since these utilities were previously included in the rent, and they were not entitled to force legacy tenants to pay this fee. So I’m not surprised my mail often disappears, and they are willing to over-look people throwing stones at my fence and RV, or vandalizing my property, or now allowing a man with a large dog and a motorcycle to move into Lot 24 [EXHIBIT D]

When Rosa learned there was a problem, for her to decide not to bother to walk back here to find out what was going on, or even bother to call me was discriminatory and negligent . Apparently, she assumed my care giver was my mental health care-taker, and violated my right to be treated equally and with respect as a tenant. I wrote to her supervisor about this incident, Alicia Lasko [Exhibit A]

The reason I am even more convinced that this man, who drove a green sports car may, have done something to cause my stroke, by poisoning or shocking me, is that about three weeks ago (in early December) the new maintenance man, Ron, came over to let me know he had moved into Lot 24 and that he was going to use a power washer to wash that side of my RV. He asked, “Your name is Chris, right?”. I corrected him and told him my name and thanked him for washing my RV. But his mistake about my name made me uneasy, since that’s the same name as the violent Jewish man, Chris Rascon, who married my ex-wife.

Given her deceitfulness over the course of our marriage, and since I’ve used my web site [wolfeout.com)to tell my side of the story [3 Americas]. And if anybody reads this, as thousands have done, they would discover that both of them have much to lose. If she isn’t able to prove anything I have said is untrue, why hasn’t she, or Chris Rascon, or the former-CEO of E-Bay Meg Whitman, who is worth a billion dollars, sued me?

Because it’s all true, and they know it. And in Chapter 7, The Theft of Abraham Wolfe, I wrote about my ex-wife’s dishonesty, Chris Rascon’s history of violence, and that’s why I believe they may have paid someone to poison or shock me, to shut me up [EXHIBIT B].

Respectfully submitted,
Don Wolfe, Unit 23 of the Portland Pines

EXHIBIT A

Hello,

I am a resident at Portland Pines and would like to report an incident of discrimination, so you may take appropriate action.

First of all, last Thursday, August 30th, a person or persons began throwing stones at my fence and RV, all day long. I decided to ignore it, hoping these children would soon grow tired of this game and go away. But I was mistaken.

This morning, September 4th, at about 9:00 a.m., someone began banging on something with a hammer. It sounded like someone was banging on my back gate, a little while later, I went outside to check it out. When I walked bye the fence along Unit 22, without saying anything, someone threw a shovel of gravel at the fence at waist level where I was standing. apparently, trying to scare me.

I instinctively yelled what are you doing and a man yelled back, he wasn’t doing anything, even though he had clearly threw a shovel of stones at me, trying to scare me.

I said, “That’s pretty sick, throwing stones at a blind man.” He claimed he didn’t know I was blind, except I don’t think this was true. Otherwise, he should have feared someone might shoot him for what he did, and blind people usually don’t own guns.

Things quickly escalated and we began arguing, and he challenged me to come outside and we would settle this, saying, ” You never come out!”[Which proves he was lying, since he knew who I was.]

The reason I never come out is that several years ago someone began throwing stones at my feet when I walked down to check my mail. I don’t know who it was, but it came from the lot which is kitty corner from me, where Alan, the former manager and his wife Debbie lived.

I’m disappointed that Rosa didn’t call me this morning to find out what was going on. Instead she decided to call my care giver, So far, I have been unable to get my care giver to call me back and give me Rosa’s telephone number, so I’m writing to you to report this matter.

Your time is appreciated. I trust you will take appropriate action.

Thank you,
Don Wolfe

EXHIBIT B
(excerpted from Chapter 7 of 3 Americas

“However as I describe above, both my wife’s lover (Chris Rascon) and his ex-wife (Libby Rascon) were good friends of Whitman, and I believe they conspired with the current Governor, Senator Wyden and Clackamas County Corrections to prevent me from attending my divorce and custody trial in Eugene and putting the Rascons on the stand, which would have embarrassed Whitman, who sold her stock in E-Bay for one billion dollars one year later.

My wife married a Jewish man, Chris Rascon, one week after she arranged (with the help of Senator Wyden, Governor Kulongoski , and Jay Scroggin, who interestingly runs Portland’s sex offender units, where he could easily continue to harrass me). And to have me arrested on an alleged PV. Specifically, because I planned to disclose that Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had broke her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my ex-wife and my former mother-in-law.

Apparently according to Christel, Chris Rascon had an extra apartment that Libby didn’t know about. A private love nest that required a code to get in to…and curiously Libby, his wife at the time, didn’t have the code. I wonder why?

Make no mistake, 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 and healthy guardian to our son, Abraham, along with her affairs with two UCC professors, which was well within my rights, as his biological father.

Because of the Rascon’s direct ties to Meg Whitman and E-Bay, it is very likely that Whitman’s stock would have taken a tumble and lost value [consideration] if I had been allowed to question Christel under oath.

Shortly after Christel moved to Eugene on December 24th (so she could be with Chris on Christmas day), she brought Abraham back to Portland for a visit. While we were in the bathroom, making love on the floor (while Abraham was watching a movie), Christel told me she was very concerned about the way Chris had been looking at her older daughter while they were working on homework.

Maybe she knew (and didn’t mind) that there was already something 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 these writings suggest, and that she obviously 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?

Did the oldest daughter ever invite him into the bathroom while she was taking a bath, to attempt to seduce him, as she tried to do with me? But Christel is responsible for this questionable behavior, since she would invite her older daughter into our bed at night and invite the girls into the bath while we were taking a bath, and would often show them explicit pornography while the three of them were sitting on the couch(see Chapter 5).

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…understanding exactly why it was that she picked this particular guy, Chris Rascon.

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

This is why I was forced to sign a coerced plea bargain in 2004, which meant I never went to trial, where the truth would have been exposed. I suspect John Foote, the DA for cleckamas County, and his wife, Susan Upton, were responsible for manipulating Bob Hermann, the DA for Washington County (see Chapter 6).

How do you suppose America would feel to learn that E-Bay was founded on the concept of cheating, lying, and perversions. But this has always been this company’s standards under Whitman’s leadership. cheating uninformed people out of money, mostly the elderly and disabled, by selling them useless over priced junk?

Do you suppose exposing these two E-Bay fat cats for possibly being cheaters, thugs, perverts and liars might have given great concern to this Jewish billionaire, Meg Whitman, who apparently suddenly needed a quick “favor” from her Jewish “good friend, Senator Wyden, according to Wyden, who appeared on a local radio show and mentioned his favor to his good friend, Whitman. About a week later I was falsely imprisoned by Clackamas County Corrections on a bogus PV violation, to prevent me from testifying in Eugene against the Rascons and the E-Bay corporation, thanks to Senator Wyden.”

EXHIBIT C

February 4, 2025

Dear (Senator Pham, Representative Chotzen, Commissioner Brim-Edwards, City Councilor Koyama Lane, City Councilor Morillo, City Councilor Novick:

I’m writing to plea for your help in stopping our landlord from making those of us here at Portland Pines RV and Mobil Home Park, living on a fixed income, homeless. Please support H.B. 3054.

For your information, , I will turn Sixty-five this year, am totally-blind, partially-deaf, and recovering from a stroke I had last April.

Today, February 4th, I received the third consecutive annual notice of a rent increase from the new landlord. Fortunately, the former landlord had only increased the rent three times in the last twenty years, so, along with my stroke and disabilities, the rent increase has been both stressful and financially burdensome. Especially more lately because of inflation.

Additionally, there has been very little improvements in the park itself, according to my care giver. Only one washer works, and none of the dryers work. I feel the explanation for the continuous increase in rent must be greed, and only a legislative body such as yourself can solve this problem.

Unfortunately, our previous landlord, Marilyn, died in 2022 and the park was quickly sold in early 2023 to an investment company from California, Monte Christo Communities Inc., which may explain why there are so many homeless people in California . When they bought the park, within days they immediately increased the rent by 10%, and have increased the rent every year since.

To further document their greed, shortly after they took over the park they passed out a new lease for tenants to sign, which stated that our rent would no longer include the cost of water, sewage, and trash removal (approximately $100 per month).

As you probably know, the Oregon Legislature passed a bill in 2023 that took effect immediately, making it unnecessary for long term current tenants to sign a new lease, except they never told me or as far as I know any of the other disabled and/or elderly renters that they were not obligated to sign. Except for coercion, there was no incentive or benefit for anyone to sign the new lease. It was clearly a deceptive business practice, and maybe even criminal, clearly attempting to take advantage of vulnerable people who wouldn’t or couldn’t question the manager’s request to sign the new lease.

Obviously, this corporation was aware of the 2023 Bill and by immediately printing and handing out to all the tenants a new lease weeks later, it shows a tremendous lack of respect toward both the work of the Oregon Legislature and the interests of the elderly and disabled people who live here.

At the time I wrote to a local attorney from the Portland Renters Association, Troy Pickard, and for your convenience have included my original E mail and his response to document this incident (attached below).

We need a law that either, requires landlords to, with a few exceptions, only increase the rent every other year by not more than 10%, or that requires landlords make sure the rent increase does not exceed the annual COLA amount, which is set by the Social Security Administration and as you probably know is based on the rate of inflation.

I feel this is the only reasonable solution that will protect both fair-minded landlords and responsible tenants. You should know, in the twenty-five years I have lived here at the park, I have never been late on my rent. I hope that mean something to somebody, or I may also end up being homeless in a few years.

You may know that living in a trailer park is as cheap as it gets, and most of us have no other choice. I’m asking the legislature to not let Oregon become another California. Please take steps to slow down the greed of these investment brokers from out of state, who apparently only see our home as an investment property.

Your time is very appreciated.

Sincerely,
Don Wolfe.
S.E. 82nd Avenue
Portland, OR 97266

ATTACHMENTS: 2

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Tue 9/5/2023 7:42 PM
Hi Don,
My first thought is that you have no obligation to sign a new lease at all. In the good old days, a landlord could have just given you a no cause termination
notice even if you’d been living at the park for 13 years. Those days are over, and there is now a nice advantage for the tenant in just being month-to-month
rather than on a fixed-term lease, and very little downside.
So, you could just say: “Hey, I’m not particularly interested in signing a new lease right now. If you can explain how the new lease would be advantageous
to me, and you give me an accessible copy, then I’d be happy to consider it. Otherwise, I’ll pass.”
If that’s not the way you want to go, then you could certainly hire me to send them a scary letter demanding that they provide you with an accessible copy
of this proposed lease – but I’d be reluctant to have you pay me to do that, just so you can get your hands on this new proposed lease that you might not
even want in the first place.
If, after reading, you still think you want to hire me for the letter, let me know. My firm would charge you $600. Again, I’m skeptical about whether that’s
the right move.
-Troy
Troy PickardManaging AttorneyPortland Defender PC
www.portlanddefender.com
Portland Defender | Renters Rights Attorney
Renters rights attorney in Portland helps tenants sue bad landlords and protects renters from unjust evictions throughout the State of Oregon
www.portlanddefender.com
503.592.0606
Don Wolfe
Tue 9/5/2023 11:34 AM
September 5, 2023
Hello,

I am completely blind, partially deaf, and will turn 63 later this month. I’m looking for someone who can call me to discuss some questions I have about our new lease here at the park.

First, I’m having trouble getting the park manager to send me an accessible copy of the new lease, which is over forty pages long. I have requested twice for this accommodation but she is ignoring me. Can you help?

Below is a letter I sent last week with some other concerns about the changes in the lease which is supposed to take effect in October of 2023.

Thank you,
Don Wolfe

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August 22, 2023

Hello Debbie,

On August 22, 2023, My care giver, Vera, provided me with the new contract which I was unable to read, because as you know I’m completely blind.
Furthermore, spending a hour reading me a forty page contract is not within Vera’s purview, as my care giver.

As I have many questions and concerns about the terms of the contract, based on what you told Vera, I am troubled that I have no way to contact the California “investors directly.” And since you never answer your phone, which is understandable, and have not responded to my questions, sent to you by Vera on August 15th since I have no cell phone, I am not obligated to sign anything I can’t read myself or ask questions about.

Further, I’ve written to the Sacramento address previously provided twice and have received no reply, suggesting the address is a dead letter drop, presumably to protect the new owners from all liability.

Ignoring a tenant with a disability, since I have always paid my rent in full and on time every month, is very disrespectful. In fact, as you know one of these letters sent in April of this year included evidence that I was intentionally injured by a cement block placed in front of my gate by a private contractor of Portland Pines .

I request as an accommodation to my disabilities under the Americans with Disabilities Act that the voluminous contract be provided in a digital format, which should be available to the person who wrote this document. You can mail it to me here at the park, or give a disk with the information to Vera next Tuesday, August 29, 2023. Or to speed up things, you can E mail it to me directly at: drwolfe@wolfeout.com

Since I only check my E mail a couple times a week, unless you give it directly to Vera, it would be helpful to send her a text confirming that the information requested is being provided.

Please be advised, I will need at least a couple weeks to review the contract, and either sign it or provide a written response to the owners, which will probably take an additional couple weeks.

Your assistance is very appreciated.

Sincerely,
Don Wolfe

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September 6, 2023

Hello,

I found your E mail online and I haven’t received a response from Deborah Sleeper, park Manager of Portland Pines, which is apparently one of your properties.

For your convenience, I’m attaching those E mails below.

While I only know the details of the new lease through my care giver and haven’t read it, I did seek the advice of a local attorney who deals with renter issues. He suggested I say the following with regard to signing a new lease, because of new renter laws in Oregon that give tenants more protection.

“I’m not particularly interested in signing a new lease right now. If you can explain how the new lease would be advantageous to me, and you give me an accessible copy, then I’d be happy to consider it. Otherwise, I’ll pass.”

Thank you, Don Wolfe, Lot 23

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September 5, 2023

Hello Debbie,

I wanted to remind you that I need an accessible copy of the lease, preferably in RTF or TXT format. You or the owners can E mail it to me.

When is this supposed to be signed, since Vera never said?

It sure makes me suspicious that there may be other things in the lease the new owners don’t want me to know, until after I sign it. I’m wondering, do they expect my care giver to read all forty pages to me?

Thanks,
Don

EXHIBIT D

September 26, 2025

Don Wolfe
7911 S.E. 82nd Ave., Unit 23

Hi Ali,

hopefully, you remember me. If you have a few moments, I would like to bring two issues to your attention regarding the Portland Pines.

First, last week the water was shut off to make a few necessary repairs on the laundry room. This isn’t a problem. However, I was not notified until after the water was shut off, making it impossible to fill a bucket or jug. I called Shannon, the manager, and she reported the reason and told me that it would be shut off for a couple hours. Unfortunately, it was shut off for four hours and then after being briefly turned back on, it was shut off again until some time after I went to bed. The next morning, it was back on.

I understand emergencies may not allow for a prior notice, but I would assume this was not the case. In the future, please make sure the manager calls me directly in advance, if possible. Thank you.

On a different matter, last week Shannon told my substitute care giver that my fence was leaning and she was going to leave a note. When I called her about this issue, I explained speaking to me directly, rather than telling my care giver, and definitely leaving a note for a blind person, wouldn’t work very well. She said she understood. In addition, two weeks ago on a Friday evening around midnight, the man who drives a noisy diesel truck (Unit 26?) had struck my fence and drove off. It woke me up. This seems careless for a professional truck driver to have an accident and not check for damage, to his truck or my fence. If he was drinking, then for everyone’s safety he shouldn’t have been driving and maybe I should have called the police.

Nevertheless, I tried to straightened the fence and will have my care giver check it Monday, and if necessary, I will get some help from my regular care giver’s husband when they return in two weeks. I hope this will be okay. Please pass this information on to Shannon.

I look forward to working with both of you in resolving any problems. The telephone is always the best way to contact me, and remember it’s a land line, so I don’t receive text messages.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,,
Don Wolfe