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(Last Updated: August 26, 2023)
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 07
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 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, except one letter, and this way, when Abraham was born, Abraham, Christel and I would all share the same sir name, spelled “Wolfe.”
Christel explained, she wanted to keep her last name, which she got from her first husband, 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 “Mockery Mock’s” nasty E mail, calling me a “Bohner” and grabbed my birth certificate. Then we drove down to the Washington County Court House in Hillsboro.
With Christel’s help, we filled out the forms and I went before a judge and legally changed my name.
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 and a couple hours later, Abraham Timothy Wolfe was born.
It was an amazing moment for 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.
Christel, Abraham and I stayed over night at the hospital, to make sure both 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 it.”
“In other words, 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 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 abort their babies, which may have been her own personal preference.
Not surprisingly, she was completely wrong. Abraham 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 feel the vibration of my body while I hummed the melody in a very low key over and over.
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 both women and girls every where we went.
He loved his colorful bubble house that was filled with balls. He would sit in there and talk to himself for hours. We would have to keep checking on him because he would fall asleep. Then we would have to pull him out and put him in his crib, and would usually find he had left a surprise in his diapers.
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. 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.
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.
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 amazing. how from time to time he was able to match her note for note.
To be closer, I moved to Lake Oswego shortly after Christel got an apartment in West Linn, just around the corner from Marylhurst. And while Christel was in class or off to see her therapist, she would drop him off at my apartment.
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 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 dude” to my friends.
“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.
Let me begin this chapter about how the State of Oregon stole my beautiful son, although the coerced plea bargain made everything else possible. But as far as Abraham goes, it started with my false imprisonment, just days before my custody trial was scheduled to begin. And I believe Meg Whitman, the CEO of E-Bay, and a employee or contractor with E-Bay named Libby Rascon, had something to do with it.
Libby Rascon was also a computer business teacher at Lane Community College, and could have blocked my E mails any time she wanted, as I’ll explain. But it was an opportunity to play the victim, like Christel, and claim I had been harassing her.
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), which is hard to explain, but I’ll try.
If you don’t remember, the shooting at Umpqua Community College left one professor, coincidentally named “Larry,” as Christel called him. And eight innocent students dead. Including a young woman who U.S. Senator Merkley described as his “favorite cousin”, Rebbecca Karnes.
I believe, had they not falsely imprisoned me once again so that I was unable to attend my Divorce/custody trial in Eugene, Abraham with still be with me, and perhaps, all of those students, including Rebecca Karnes, 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.” That’s curious.
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, the 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 far left wing liberal city like Portland, where the feminist agenda is so prevalent. In fact, for years Multnomah County, where Portland is located, County Commission was entirely made up of women.
However, about a month later 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 Rascon, 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 told Libby Rascon cost Chris $100,000.
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 have a huge advantage over men in divorce and custody.
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. Apparently, under our legal system the truth doesn’t mean anything. Only 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 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.
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 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 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 Dividians would also beat their children with a wooden spoon, rather than their hand, and we know how that authoritarian control over the children ended up.
He wrote, “An adult’s hand was forbidden. A wooden spoon, known as the “helper,” was utilized instead.”
Similarly, The older daughter’s father told me that Christel began beating her with the wooden spoon when she was three, still in diapers.
Like Christel, Guinn describes how the Branch Dividians practiced this form of punishment on babies, “Spannking is love, was extended to infants. 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 rape girls as young as eleven, according to Guinn, he once sexually assaulted a girl that was only ten. Guinn wrote, “Kathy Schroeder said spankings started even earlier than that. We disaplinned kids from six months.”
In defense of the Branch Dividians, evidence suggests they only spanked children with the wooden spoons on the butt, and then gave them a hug. On the other hand, Christel would strike her girls all over their bodies, including the side of the head. She would often strike the girls so hard she would break the wooden spoon.
If the State really wanted to reduce domestic violence, they would have to make sure the system is perceived as being fair to both parties. Otherwise, some poor men will find another solution, which I’m sure the mocking bird media will promptly exploit.
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 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 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 Libby Rascon and my alleged PV.
About a week earlier, U.S. Senator Ron Wyden appeared on KEX 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.
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.
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 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.
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 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, like Ashli Babbitt.
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, one of the men 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 does 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 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.
On a side note, I have good reason to suspect 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 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 autobiography online, “3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle.”
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.
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.
Did you know the skin absorbs 20% to 60% of what ever 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 makes 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, 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. The plea bargain immediately strips the individual of any rights, as though they were still incarcerated.
In other words, no judge from Oregon is going to ever question the authority of the Oregon Department of Corrections and its officers, no matter what they do to an indigent, disabled defendant.
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 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 guy.
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.
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.
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 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 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.
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 to prevent me from testifying in Eugene about what I knew about Chris Rascon.
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’s boyfriend.
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 let me know she no longer wanted me to contact her. And as far as I knew she may not have known about Michelle Bo Victor’s letter.
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, at this secret apartment, which conveniently required a secret code to enter that both Christel and Kim knew.
Chris Rascon, Libby Rascon, my wife, and her attorney, started calling everyone they knew. Including the office of U.S. Senator Ron Wyden, for help. As I said, apparently Senator Wyden obliged.
Being arrested prevented me from putting the Rascons reputation, if not their person, on the stand, which would have embarrassed Meg Whitman, who sold her stock in E-Bay for one billion dollars less than one year later.
My wife married Chris Rascon one week after she arranged, with apparently the help of Senator Wyden, Governor Kulongoski, and Clackamas County Corrections, to have me arrested. Specifically, because I planned to disclose that Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had once broken her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my wife and my mother-in-law. Unfortunately, like women often do, 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 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 have sex with anyone else?
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 father, since the safety of Abraham was in question because of Christel’s reckless 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 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 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 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 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 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 prevision, 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 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 to my son, Abraham.
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.
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.
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? Here’s one pretty good reason.
Former-Governor Ted Kulongoski and friend of the unconvicted 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 provide 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 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?
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 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
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 when Abraham turned eighteen he would come 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 Libby Rascon told me that Chris Rascon had once broken her wrist shortly after she confronted him about having affairs with both my wife and my mother-in-law. Unfortunately, she told her family and the hospital that she had fallen down.
As I said, Chris Rascon had an extra apartment that Libby didn’t know about. A private love nest in Eugene that required a code…and Libby didn’t have the code. Christel told me about this secret apartment during one of her visits, when she was mad at Chris.
Make no mistake, during the trial I intended to question my wife about what she knew about this secret apartment and some other serious concerns I had about Chris being a safe guardian to our son, Abraham, who was only four at the time.
I was also going to ask her whether she had ever knowingly had sexual relations with men or women in the presence of her children.
And I was going to ask her about the letter she sent Dennis Marley, and included in her exhibits. In this letter she admits she had brought her sexually curious daughter into our bed, despite knowing that I was naked and already aroused.
I was going to ask her about letting her daughters sit naked on my lap, and encouraging them to take off all their clothes and get into the tub with us.
I was also going to ask Christel about once, after we were engaged, taking her girls to a UCC professor’s home and staying over night. And if this was the same English professor who was killed by Chris Murcer during the UCC shootings.
This would be my right to ask these questions, as Abraham’s biological father, since the safety of Abraham was in question because of 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