I'm trying to send correspondence now. Hope it was sent to the right place.
Our dressing rooms were across from one another when I was a teenager.
Please take the time to read my story. Thanks for your time. I was a skinny
tall kid trying to rap from the west coast.
Most Appreciatively,
Rachel
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Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Thanks Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International New York...
For taking the time to review my story and life so far.
Sorry if I have disappointed anyone in anyway, however
life makes people stronger and I now have a gift of wisdom
to share with the youth of America.
Your time is greatly appreciated.
Most appreciatively,
Rachel
P.S.
Is there anyway I can get in contact with Ms. Dunlap. She and I lost contact
after I went to Texas long ago. We competed together in New York.
Remember, Apollo theatre?
She is the 2004 Miss America reigning queen.
Please give her my contact information.
If I do well with fundraising projects I may be able to contract her.
Sorry if I have disappointed anyone in anyway, however
life makes people stronger and I now have a gift of wisdom
to share with the youth of America.
Your time is greatly appreciated.
Most appreciatively,
Rachel
P.S.
Is there anyway I can get in contact with Ms. Dunlap. She and I lost contact
after I went to Texas long ago. We competed together in New York.
Remember, Apollo theatre?
She is the 2004 Miss America reigning queen.
Please give her my contact information.
If I do well with fundraising projects I may be able to contract her.
Thanks Tyra for taking the time...
To review my story if it has reached you.
Thanks for your consideration.
Most Appreciatively,
Rachel
Thanks for your consideration.
Most Appreciatively,
Rachel
Just when the time was right, you expressed this message...
"Realizing the Dream"
Posted by Geraldo Rivera's At Large web blog.
Thank you Geraldo for posting good materials
coincidentally at the right time. Thank you.
I know you have thousands of news requests to go through, but I hope the message I just sent reaches you in good faith.
Most Appreciatively,
Rachel
Posted by Geraldo Rivera's At Large web blog.
Thank you Geraldo for posting good materials
coincidentally at the right time. Thank you.
I know you have thousands of news requests to go through, but I hope the message I just sent reaches you in good faith.
Most Appreciatively,
Rachel
Dear Montel - I have just submitted information on this case.
The Montel Williams Show433 West 53rd St.New York, NY 10019
Dear Montel,
How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:
I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.
What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.
During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.
I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.
My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.
After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.
They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.
Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.
I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.
I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.
Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?
HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.
After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.
One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.
Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.
I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.
At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.
Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.
After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.
I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.
While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.
Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.
During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.
I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.
I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.
She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.
The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.
My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.
When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".
I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.
If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.
They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.
I'll continue this later.
Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.
Love, Rachel, Jordan, Julian and Saana
Dear Montel,
How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:
I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.
What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.
During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.
I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.
My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.
After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.
They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.
Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.
I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.
I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.
Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?
HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.
After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.
One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.
Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.
I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.
At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.
Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.
After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.
I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.
While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.
Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.
During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.
I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.
I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.
She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.
The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.
My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.
When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".
I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.
If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.
They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.
I'll continue this later.
Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.
Love, Rachel, Jordan, Julian and Saana
Tacoma Incident continued from previous post
...when they arrived at the Islamic Center Rachel started acting very strange and refused to answer any questions or go inside to stay warm with the children. Prior to my arrival Rachel had her son go into the Islamic Center to stay warm, but she seemed not to care about him.
That's because after what they were chatting about, I did'nt trust them.
Plus the little lady from the grocery store nearby who was apart of the entire ordeal,
popped Saana on the tip of her head and said, WHO'S FOOD IS THIS? THIS IS NOT YOUR FOOD. THIS IS MY FOOD. PROBABLY BECAUSE IT WAS PAID FOR WITH A TAX FUNDED FOOD SUBSIDY. MATTER OF FACT SHE KNEW JORDAN'S NAME BEFORE I EVEN TOLD HER. THE LADY JUST HAPPEN TO BE FROM PORT ORCHARD (NAGAT SAKKAF TOLD ME) THE SAME FAR AWAY TOWN THAT MY EX-HUSBAND ALI AL SHEHARI IS FROM.
THE REASON THE WEDDING IS BEING HIDDEN AND I WAS'NT GIVEN A NIKKAH CONTRACT IS BECAUSE HE WAS STILL MARRIED IN THE PIERCE COUNTY COURT SYSTEM. THEY TOOK COPIES OF MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE AND DRIVER'S LICENSE AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS BIRTHDATE. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR PUTTING TRUST IN THE WORDS OF INDIVIDUALS CLAIMING TO BE APART OF THE ISLAMIC COMMUNITY. MATTER FACT I WENT TO THE MOSQUE TO PRAY ONE DAY WITH MY CHILDREN WHILE RESIDING AT A $600,000 NURSING FACILITY I HAD MOVED INTO FROM LOUISIANA WHILE WAITING FOR MY BUSINESS PARTNER FROM INDIA. THE CEO OF HEALTHCARE FACILITATION SERVICES. WHEN I WENT IN TO PRAY I WAS PRESENTED WITH THIS MAN TO MARRY. HE MOVED IN WITH ME THEN WHEN BUDGETING CAME AROUND HE ASKED ME TO LEAVE THE FACILITY AND START FROM VERY LITTLE BECAUSE NO ONE LIKE ME IS SUPPOSED TO PURSUE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN PROPERTY. (EVEN THOUGH I HAD SEEN THIS PROPERTY ON THE MARKET 3 YEARS PRIOR. BARRY LEVENBURGH OF SKYLINE PROPERTIES INTRODUCED THIS NURSING HOME TO ME YEARS AGO.
I figured at this point if I send THE OLDER SPEAKING CHILD INSIDE, and pretend as if Saana and I were just going along with them outside there would still be an ADULT WITNESS ALIVE TO BRING JUSTICE TO THIS EVIL ACT.
I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was shivering the entire time). Rachel was evasive when I was asking her questions about her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill her.
I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced form Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to her and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could lstay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kep asking if I was going to kill her.
Maybe because before he arrived they were saying amongst themselves, (mohammad to be exact) "I don't care, you can kill her...I'm not all that religious"
I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.
After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.
I had dispatch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooporative and had to be put into soft retraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.
Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana Guillory and Jordan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.
I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place the children into protective custody.
Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.
That's because after what they were chatting about, I did'nt trust them.
Plus the little lady from the grocery store nearby who was apart of the entire ordeal,
popped Saana on the tip of her head and said, WHO'S FOOD IS THIS? THIS IS NOT YOUR FOOD. THIS IS MY FOOD. PROBABLY BECAUSE IT WAS PAID FOR WITH A TAX FUNDED FOOD SUBSIDY. MATTER OF FACT SHE KNEW JORDAN'S NAME BEFORE I EVEN TOLD HER. THE LADY JUST HAPPEN TO BE FROM PORT ORCHARD (NAGAT SAKKAF TOLD ME) THE SAME FAR AWAY TOWN THAT MY EX-HUSBAND ALI AL SHEHARI IS FROM.
THE REASON THE WEDDING IS BEING HIDDEN AND I WAS'NT GIVEN A NIKKAH CONTRACT IS BECAUSE HE WAS STILL MARRIED IN THE PIERCE COUNTY COURT SYSTEM. THEY TOOK COPIES OF MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE AND DRIVER'S LICENSE AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS BIRTHDATE. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR PUTTING TRUST IN THE WORDS OF INDIVIDUALS CLAIMING TO BE APART OF THE ISLAMIC COMMUNITY. MATTER FACT I WENT TO THE MOSQUE TO PRAY ONE DAY WITH MY CHILDREN WHILE RESIDING AT A $600,000 NURSING FACILITY I HAD MOVED INTO FROM LOUISIANA WHILE WAITING FOR MY BUSINESS PARTNER FROM INDIA. THE CEO OF HEALTHCARE FACILITATION SERVICES. WHEN I WENT IN TO PRAY I WAS PRESENTED WITH THIS MAN TO MARRY. HE MOVED IN WITH ME THEN WHEN BUDGETING CAME AROUND HE ASKED ME TO LEAVE THE FACILITY AND START FROM VERY LITTLE BECAUSE NO ONE LIKE ME IS SUPPOSED TO PURSUE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN PROPERTY. (EVEN THOUGH I HAD SEEN THIS PROPERTY ON THE MARKET 3 YEARS PRIOR. BARRY LEVENBURGH OF SKYLINE PROPERTIES INTRODUCED THIS NURSING HOME TO ME YEARS AGO.
I figured at this point if I send THE OLDER SPEAKING CHILD INSIDE, and pretend as if Saana and I were just going along with them outside there would still be an ADULT WITNESS ALIVE TO BRING JUSTICE TO THIS EVIL ACT.
I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was shivering the entire time). Rachel was evasive when I was asking her questions about her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill her.
I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced form Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to her and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could lstay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kep asking if I was going to kill her.
Maybe because before he arrived they were saying amongst themselves, (mohammad to be exact) "I don't care, you can kill her...I'm not all that religious"
I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.
After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.
I had dispatch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooporative and had to be put into soft retraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.
Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana Guillory and Jordan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.
I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place the children into protective custody.
Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.
Tacoma Incident "supposedly" (as reported and on file in my public record)
On 1-2-05, we responded to the listed address for a welfare check. The mother was involuntarily committed for a mental health evaluation. Her two children were placed into protective custody.
On 01/02/05, at approximately 0033 hours, Deputy Skeete (492) and I contacted Abu Hijleh Mohammad, at the Islamic Center 1020 Bridgeport Way W. Mohammad told me earlier in the afternoon he was contacteed by a friend who works at the 76 station on S 19th and Mildred St., who told him that their was a female who appeared to be dressed in Islamic Clothing, and it appeared that her vehicle was broken down. Mohammad went there to see if he could help her but she had left prior to his arrival.
Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him that she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic Center so she could have a place to stay with her children..... Cont'd on the next post
On 01/02/05, at approximately 0033 hours, Deputy Skeete (492) and I contacted Abu Hijleh Mohammad, at the Islamic Center 1020 Bridgeport Way W. Mohammad told me earlier in the afternoon he was contacteed by a friend who works at the 76 station on S 19th and Mildred St., who told him that their was a female who appeared to be dressed in Islamic Clothing, and it appeared that her vehicle was broken down. Mohammad went there to see if he could help her but she had left prior to his arrival.
Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him that she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic Center so she could have a place to stay with her children..... Cont'd on the next post
CPS report unfounded or inconclusive
I received the letter yesterday, however...
My kids are with the state.
Why?
I asked the judge for a continuance and after being granted the order
we (the kids and I ) had to walk so far (when usually I would be working at home
and the children nice and cozy comfy) to DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, during the
freezing cold windstorm.
All because of Roble Abdinoor false reports capitalizing on the Tacoma incident (attack).
We (the kids and I) fell asleep to rest after returning
and missed the court appearance to provide evidence.
The police escorted the social worker D.A. to take the children away.
You should have seen Saana'a poor little face.
Because I walked them to the government car,
she thought maybe we were going for a visit some where neat or fun.
When the strange man strapped her in (she's not used to being around men)
and MAMA was standing up in the middle of the street outside tears began to roll down her face.
and the Social worker had a smile on her face, because she wanted to slander me so badly, she was not thinking of the CHILD'S WELL BEING AND PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE. THE SOCIAL WORKER'S REPORT IS AS STATED IN THE NEXT POST.
My kids are with the state.
Why?
I asked the judge for a continuance and after being granted the order
we (the kids and I ) had to walk so far (when usually I would be working at home
and the children nice and cozy comfy) to DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, during the
freezing cold windstorm.
All because of Roble Abdinoor false reports capitalizing on the Tacoma incident (attack).
We (the kids and I) fell asleep to rest after returning
and missed the court appearance to provide evidence.
The police escorted the social worker D.A. to take the children away.
You should have seen Saana'a poor little face.
Because I walked them to the government car,
she thought maybe we were going for a visit some where neat or fun.
When the strange man strapped her in (she's not used to being around men)
and MAMA was standing up in the middle of the street outside tears began to roll down her face.
and the Social worker had a smile on her face, because she wanted to slander me so badly, she was not thinking of the CHILD'S WELL BEING AND PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE. THE SOCIAL WORKER'S REPORT IS AS STATED IN THE NEXT POST.
My Husband once told me...
Watch who cooks your food. You can't trust everyone. I am your husband now, you are my life...
please be careful what you eat. I guess he was right.
That tea was like exotic tonic. I wonder is there was 'KHAT' in it?
please be careful what you eat. I guess he was right.
That tea was like exotic tonic. I wonder is there was 'KHAT' in it?
Blue Camry on Scene - White Female
During the worries of the folks involved in the reports from the Tacoma Bridgeport Mosque.
Worries such as us freezing and my being mentally weirded out.
Why did they find the time to play musical chairs, going down the line ....
"What National are you"?
"What National are you"?
....and so on.
This unidentified white female played a crucial part in this matter even though she is no where to be found. I mean, she was whispering out, "NO! That will be too much exposure!!" Bring her this way.
She gleamed into my eyes in the parking lot of the mosque while they swooped me away pinning me down like an ANIMAL.
By the way, Mohamed also found the time to say..."hell, you can kill her I'm not that religious"!
I do know where she can be found though. Well, she helped in recovering my car from the gas station with the other parties and there are many cameras connected to the many stores nearby. UNless ofcourse they reach the stores before film is seized.
Worries such as us freezing and my being mentally weirded out.
Why did they find the time to play musical chairs, going down the line ....
"What National are you"?
"What National are you"?
....and so on.
This unidentified white female played a crucial part in this matter even though she is no where to be found. I mean, she was whispering out, "NO! That will be too much exposure!!" Bring her this way.
She gleamed into my eyes in the parking lot of the mosque while they swooped me away pinning me down like an ANIMAL.
By the way, Mohamed also found the time to say..."hell, you can kill her I'm not that religious"!
I do know where she can be found though. Well, she helped in recovering my car from the gas station with the other parties and there are many cameras connected to the many stores nearby. UNless ofcourse they reach the stores before film is seized.
Psychic Assessment - Sylvia Brown welcome to comment via the Montel Show
Because this herrific crime is being publicized several things are liable to happen.
People involved will feel so devistated I even came forward after over coming fear of
letting anyone know, that they resort to violence?
Why?
Becuase their parents worked hard to provide them with a college education
to get a good job then pass background checks to be allowed to pursue a
really neat career in whatever field they wish and be looked upon in society
as a trusted person, who has a clean record.
However,
people should'nt garbage onto other people's records just so they never reach
their full potential of contributing to society. Chances are their character is
a wee bit more cleansed than the person illegally charging others.
Now when someone cannot COPE with their world tumbling down due to justice,
then they become worried. Worried about marriages falling apart, children being
seperated from them, losing their jobs or blemishing all they have ever worked for in life.
Not to mention the generations of lineage working to provide for them earlier on.
Again, they will immediately need an outlet.
An outlet for their anger,
an outlet for their rage,
an outlet for their fear,
an outlet for their sorrow,
especially when they know they have committed a hateful crime.
So then they will ofcourse try to stay 'clean' while getting rid
of the person who had the courage to come forward.
They'll claim the individual may be suffering from post pardum depression,
they may have 'obvious' mental history as previously documented,
they may feel depressed or suicidal or just anxious,
they may feel as though they serve no purpose
or had a past domestic violence history and
so parents involved may try to act out on each other,
why?
ofcourse, there is evidence (FABRICATED) in previous reports
to discredit a very talented individual.
See as I recited a dub poem narrating the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
as a teenager (co-written originally by highschool mate "CeCe")
I really had no idea at the time what I was singing about in New York.
But, leave it up to some hateful person to bring it to my attention.
However, I would'nt change a thing.
Oh, I forgot the following fabricated and possible deaths that may occur on DOCUMENTATION:
Natural causes
She was a smoker suffering from something (something real creative probably)
or whatever (in their heads) may seem like good enough proof to provide the
public and move on with life.
GOT NEWS FOR YA!
IM MENTALLY COMPETENT
HEALTHY
HOLD NO GRUDGES
NOT ANGRY OR DEPRESSED
NOT FEELING ANXIOUS OR NERVOUS
DONT SMOKE OR DRINK OR DO DRUGS
NO THE DADDY OF MY KIDS IS NOT AFTER ME NOW
NO I DON'T FEEL LIKE KILLING ANYONE
IM NOT BIPOLAR
NOT ANEREXIC
NOT TAMPERING OR EXPERIMENTING WITH DRUGS
MATTER OF FACT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LIFE MORE THAN ANYONE COULD EVER KNOW.
Gosh! The things people have to do in order to protect themselves.
I just hope my munchkins are safe in that foster home,
when I got them back just after 72 hours of being away, Jordan
came back completely traumatized.
Saana was completely traumatized.
I have even sent communication to the Social worker to provide the FOster Parents
with songs that they are used to hearing me sing and she refused in a voicemail to
allow the message to be relayed to the children.
They're just pushing and pushing for 'services'.
LET ME GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION OF "SERVICES":
People involved will feel so devistated I even came forward after over coming fear of
letting anyone know, that they resort to violence?
Why?
Becuase their parents worked hard to provide them with a college education
to get a good job then pass background checks to be allowed to pursue a
really neat career in whatever field they wish and be looked upon in society
as a trusted person, who has a clean record.
However,
people should'nt garbage onto other people's records just so they never reach
their full potential of contributing to society. Chances are their character is
a wee bit more cleansed than the person illegally charging others.
Now when someone cannot COPE with their world tumbling down due to justice,
then they become worried. Worried about marriages falling apart, children being
seperated from them, losing their jobs or blemishing all they have ever worked for in life.
Not to mention the generations of lineage working to provide for them earlier on.
Again, they will immediately need an outlet.
An outlet for their anger,
an outlet for their rage,
an outlet for their fear,
an outlet for their sorrow,
especially when they know they have committed a hateful crime.
So then they will ofcourse try to stay 'clean' while getting rid
of the person who had the courage to come forward.
They'll claim the individual may be suffering from post pardum depression,
they may have 'obvious' mental history as previously documented,
they may feel depressed or suicidal or just anxious,
they may feel as though they serve no purpose
or had a past domestic violence history and
so parents involved may try to act out on each other,
why?
ofcourse, there is evidence (FABRICATED) in previous reports
to discredit a very talented individual.
See as I recited a dub poem narrating the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
as a teenager (co-written originally by highschool mate "CeCe")
I really had no idea at the time what I was singing about in New York.
But, leave it up to some hateful person to bring it to my attention.
However, I would'nt change a thing.
Oh, I forgot the following fabricated and possible deaths that may occur on DOCUMENTATION:
Natural causes
She was a smoker suffering from something (something real creative probably)
or whatever (in their heads) may seem like good enough proof to provide the
public and move on with life.
GOT NEWS FOR YA!
IM MENTALLY COMPETENT
HEALTHY
HOLD NO GRUDGES
NOT ANGRY OR DEPRESSED
NOT FEELING ANXIOUS OR NERVOUS
DONT SMOKE OR DRINK OR DO DRUGS
NO THE DADDY OF MY KIDS IS NOT AFTER ME NOW
NO I DON'T FEEL LIKE KILLING ANYONE
IM NOT BIPOLAR
NOT ANEREXIC
NOT TAMPERING OR EXPERIMENTING WITH DRUGS
MATTER OF FACT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LIFE MORE THAN ANYONE COULD EVER KNOW.
Gosh! The things people have to do in order to protect themselves.
I just hope my munchkins are safe in that foster home,
when I got them back just after 72 hours of being away, Jordan
came back completely traumatized.
Saana was completely traumatized.
I have even sent communication to the Social worker to provide the FOster Parents
with songs that they are used to hearing me sing and she refused in a voicemail to
allow the message to be relayed to the children.
They're just pushing and pushing for 'services'.
LET ME GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION OF "SERVICES":
- You're friend of 10 years Ben that helped you last time is in London so he won't be able to bail you out this time.
- All the phone numbers in the file is screwed up so no one is able to be contacted
- the longer we push for 'services' the more you'll back away because you know what we did to you in tacoma with the click of a mouse and computer database.
- Your daughter Saana is listed as White & Hispanic while you and Jordan are listed as African American.
- Saana will get locked into the system and adopted by a family who is infertile waiting for a child and will be raised thinking she is White and Hispanic.
SubhanAllah. . I need to take a break.
Okie More to come.
On 01/02/05, at approximately 0033 hours, Deputy Skeete (492) and I contacted (W1) Abu-Hijleh, Mohammad, at the Islamic Center 2010 Bridgeport Way W. Mohammad told me that earlier in the afternoon he was contacted by a friend who works at the 76 station on S. 19th and Mildred St. , who told him that there was a female at the gas station dressed in Islamic clothing, and it appeared that her vehicle was broken down. Mohammad went there to see if he could help her but she had left prior to his arrival.
Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted (V1) Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic center so she could have a place to stay with her children.
When they arrived at the Islamic Center Racehl started acting very strange and refused to answer any questions or go inside to stay warm with the children. Prior to my arrival Rachel had her son go into the Islamic Center to stay warm, but she seemed no to care about him.
I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter (V2) Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was visibly shivering the entire time). Rachel was very evasive when I was asking her questions abouit her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill or hurt her. I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced from Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to here and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could stay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kept asking if I was going to kill her.
I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.
After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.
I had dispactch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooperative and had to be put into soft restraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.
Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana and (V3) Guillory, Jodan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.
I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place th echildren in to protective custody.
(o1) Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.
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Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted (V1) Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic center so she could have a place to stay with her children.
When they arrived at the Islamic Center Racehl started acting very strange and refused to answer any questions or go inside to stay warm with the children. Prior to my arrival Rachel had her son go into the Islamic Center to stay warm, but she seemed no to care about him.
I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter (V2) Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was visibly shivering the entire time). Rachel was very evasive when I was asking her questions abouit her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill or hurt her. I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced from Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to here and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could stay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kept asking if I was going to kill her.
I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.
After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.
I had dispactch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooperative and had to be put into soft restraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.
Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana and (V3) Guillory, Jodan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.
I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place th echildren in to protective custody.
(o1) Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.
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Dear Montel - I have just submitted information on this case.
The Montel Williams Show433 West 53rd St.New York, NY 10019
Dear Montel,
How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:
I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.
What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.
During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.
I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.
My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.
After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.
They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.
Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.
I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.
I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.
Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?
HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.
After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.
One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.
Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.
I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.
At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.
Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.
After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.
I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.
While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.
Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.
During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.
I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.
I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.
She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.
The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.
My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.
When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".
I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.
If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.
They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.
I'll continue this later.
Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.
Love, Rachel, Jordan, Julian and Saana
Dear Montel,
How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:
I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.
What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.
During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.
I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.
My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.
After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.
They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.
Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.
I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.
I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.
Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?
HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.
After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.
One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.
Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.
I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.
At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.
Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.
After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.
I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.
While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.
Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.
During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.
I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.
I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.
She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.
The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.
My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.
When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".
I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.
If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.
They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.
I'll continue this later.
Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.
Love, Rachel, Jordan, Julian and Saana
Public Records Disclaimer RCW 42.17
RCW 42.17
With respect to the laws stated above,
only information from pages 3,4 and 5 will be disclosed to the public.
Sorry Mohammed.
With respect to the laws stated above,
only information from pages 3,4 and 5 will be disclosed to the public.
Sorry Mohammed.
Main Witness named in Tacoma attack
Abu-hijjleh, Mohammed
This man is safely back in his home town of South Carolina?
Why so far away from Washington state?
He just happen to be walking by or something.
He was left with the unfortunate task of having responsibility as
material witness.
Hmmm....
Poor Brother. May Allah bless you.
This man is safely back in his home town of South Carolina?
Why so far away from Washington state?
He just happen to be walking by or something.
He was left with the unfortunate task of having responsibility as
material witness.
Hmmm....
Poor Brother. May Allah bless you.
Does anyone know what service provider services the disconnected 253-307-1111?
This number is listed as an "Erroneous contact" by the Emergency Room of the attack in Tacoma.
It states the number belongs to Mr. Ali Guillory, however his name is know as the correct name to all 10-15 persons involved in the attack.
Mental Incompetence is the target here in these cases.
(She gives a phone number that's non existent, she's more than likely
to have completely lost her mind)
Is it more important to take 5 minutes to double check the origins of the number
OR
Ruin a little two years old life because it was just cute to join in on the hate.
A four year old also.
It is quite obvious these type of individuals should not be in a position of deciding
what happens to a precious little girl and boy.
It states the number belongs to Mr. Ali Guillory, however his name is know as the correct name to all 10-15 persons involved in the attack.
Mental Incompetence is the target here in these cases.
(She gives a phone number that's non existent, she's more than likely
to have completely lost her mind)
Is it more important to take 5 minutes to double check the origins of the number
OR
Ruin a little two years old life because it was just cute to join in on the hate.
A four year old also.
It is quite obvious these type of individuals should not be in a position of deciding
what happens to a precious little girl and boy.
Hate, Opportunity and Suggestive Reasoning
Possibility of more than one party involved.
Motives for crime:
To weaken a Safety Net to the parties involved.
To damage relationships and initiate 'burned bridges'
Motives for crime:
To weaken a Safety Net to the parties involved.
To damage relationships and initiate 'burned bridges'
Breech of Initial Verbal Contract
Breech of Initial Verbal Contract by Muslim Housing Services (independent?) employee / case manager- Roble Abdinoor.
Initially showed interest in my services as a grant writer.
Possibly to incorporate ideas into expanding Muslim Housing Services real estate assets.
By action, in my view it seems that it is very likely this may be some sort of conspiracy to paralyze the family bond of the party fallen victim in the case.
Motive: Revenge, Racism, Empty Ego Strengthening.
Using opportunity and strategy to capitalize on the initial incident in Tacoma to get the ball rolling and deem party incompetent to potential marital partners or just plain old organized hate crimes.
Initially showed interest in my services as a grant writer.
Possibly to incorporate ideas into expanding Muslim Housing Services real estate assets.
By action, in my view it seems that it is very likely this may be some sort of conspiracy to paralyze the family bond of the party fallen victim in the case.
Motive: Revenge, Racism, Empty Ego Strengthening.
Using opportunity and strategy to capitalize on the initial incident in Tacoma to get the ball rolling and deem party incompetent to potential marital partners or just plain old organized hate crimes.
Intuitive Assessment
Overall assessment of the behavior patterns behind the individuals causing this injustice.
Assessment includes the following:
Motives
Behaviors
Mental Assessment
Social / Environmental Factors
Damages to either party
Assessment includes the following:
Motives
Behaviors
Mental Assessment
Social / Environmental Factors
Damages to either party
My rate in this case is $450 per hour unfortunately
I'm very sorry, however my children 'need food' and 'does'nt have a reliable, sane parent to depend on' according to Roble Abdinoor and all of the others involved.
Disclaimer: "I" being the independent entity that chose to write this particular note not in conjunction with the other blog notes.
Disclaimer: "I" being the independent entity that chose to write this particular note not in conjunction with the other blog notes.
Illegal Eviction & Obstruction to Justice for all persons named in Report
Lawsuit for fines and punitive damages in process
Police Report # ---------- Roble Abdinoor and Neighbors (witnesses in Cps Report)
STOLE MY CELLULAR PHONE TO ERASE PICTURES.
(EVIDENCE)
(EVIDENCE)
Declaration of : Nagat Sakkaf via certified MSN email
She is as a muslim wife, apologizing for the brutal attack from the Tacoma bridgeport mosque
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Asiyah Ali (asiyahali@hotmail.com)
Subject:
Re: Assalam alaykum sister
Hello sister Asiyah, how are you how's everything going with you.I really feel sad about what I heard.When my husband came home,he told me that somehow your car disappeared close to the Mosque and did not know where you did go.He never thought your car would have any problem otherrwise ,he says ,would have looked for you .Also he thought ,may be you did not want to go the Mosque and therefore you disappeared from his sight and he came home.The got a call for Ali that Mr.Khaled has offered to have you stay at his house with his family .Then I got a call from Khaled's wife that you did not want to go to the house ,so, he gave you some money for you to stay in a hotel.At this point I thought it is a good idea to stay at the hotel for the time being until something is arranged for you.Then ,the next day,I heard the sad story that you did not accept the offer and preferred to go the Mosque.There,in the Mosque and amidst confusion and misunderstanding ,you got caught in between and things happend so fast and you lost controle of the situation. ..I am truelly soryy for what happened to you.You got to belive me .I have not slept for two days and I was under pressure from work and I was very sick that day and could not be of any help when you needed.I am really very sorry.If you were in my situation ,you would have acted the same.May Allah bring his blessings on all of us and I pray ,sister Asiyah,that May Allah be with you all the way to guide you show you the right path .Whatever is meant for any one of us will happen.Our lives and destiny hangs in the hands of Allah.Insha Allah ,you will overcome your difficulties.Just have faith in Alla and yourself .It is written to happen this for you.
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To:
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Subject:
Re: Assalam alaykum sister
Hello sister Asiyah, how are you how's everything going with you.I really feel sad about what I heard.When my husband came home,he told me that somehow your car disappeared close to the Mosque and did not know where you did go.He never thought your car would have any problem otherrwise ,he says ,would have looked for you .Also he thought ,may be you did not want to go the Mosque and therefore you disappeared from his sight and he came home.The got a call for Ali that Mr.Khaled has offered to have you stay at his house with his family .Then I got a call from Khaled's wife that you did not want to go to the house ,so, he gave you some money for you to stay in a hotel.At this point I thought it is a good idea to stay at the hotel for the time being until something is arranged for you.Then ,the next day,I heard the sad story that you did not accept the offer and preferred to go the Mosque.There,in the Mosque and amidst confusion and misunderstanding ,you got caught in between and things happend so fast and you lost controle of the situation. ..I am truelly soryy for what happened to you.You got to belive me .I have not slept for two days and I was under pressure from work and I was very sick that day and could not be of any help when you needed.I am really very sorry.If you were in my situation ,you would have acted the same.May Allah bring his blessings on all of us and I pray ,sister Asiyah,that May Allah be with you all the way to guide you show you the right path .Whatever is meant for any one of us will happen.Our lives and destiny hangs in the hands of Allah.Insha Allah ,you will overcome your difficulties.Just have faith in Alla and yourself .It is written to happen this for you.
Here is the CPS filed against me recently...
My name is Roble Abdinoor. I'm a case manager for Muslim Housing Service. On August 14, 2006 approximately at 8pm in the evening on my way to the office to finish up a late work I saw a Uhaul in the Brighton Ridge parking lot backing up back and forth. I did'nt think anything and just walked into the building.
The next morning on August 15, 2006 at approximately 9am I saw the same u-haul parked in an awkward place in the building parking lot. At first I thought someone was moving and might brought the u-haul to move. As I walked into the building I saw a lady with two children in front of the office. There was a little boy and little girl probably around the ages of 2-4 yrs of age from the look of it. The little girl was sleeping on the hard table outside of the elevator right next to her mother.
The mother stated that they were sleeping in the u-haul for a week moving from place to place hoping that someone would help her with a place to stay and is here seeking help with housing from Muslim Housing Service Office. She had also said that her children were hungry and had not taken a shower for days and had run out money for food and gas. She said that someone had directed her to Brighton building because this was where had decided to sleep in the truck with the children until someone had shown up in the morning.
I have then learned of her as Rachel Guillory. I let Rachel into the office and along came my co-worker Deka who directed here to lay her daughter on one of the couch in our office if she would like. During this time I had asked Ms. Guillory if she had an application with us previoiusly which she stated yes. After going through the waiting application I had found Rachel's application which dated back to December 13, 2005 which was done through phone interview by the Executive Director Mohamed Aden. During re-interview Rachel had stated that the father of her kids who lives in a seven bedroom in Renton, WA and here were not getting along. She had said that she's trying to be independent and the environment that the father of her children is in would not be safe for her children.
My co-worker later directed her to a shower giving her soap and towels so she could give the kids a shower. By this time Mr. Aden the executive director had shown up. Mr. Aden re-interviewed Ms. Guillory to figure out why she was on the run with her kids. Ms. Guillory would not give direct answers to the questions asked but sometimes responded with short ones. In response Ms Guillory stated that she was an independent woman who at one point owned a house but lost it in the process. She later stated that she was an independent woman who like her kids to stay together. After the interview Mr. Aden had approved them for two months stay for a unit located in Northgate for the sake of the children but stated that a follow up interview should be done immediately after her move to the unit to find out more about her.
At the end of the interview I had read Rachel the rules and Regulation of the agency and had told here athat as a case manager we would be at her place to advocate and help here out with applying for housing, welfare and other needs she migh have. Rachel state that the U-haul that she's driving is under someone else's name and might be past due date since she had been driving arouind for over a week. I later told here that the property that I'm taking her to would not have enough space for the u-haul since all the spaces are maked with numbers and should return it upon unloading her belongings.
On August 18, 2006, I went over to get more information and see where thinks were standing. The family's belongings were in the living room and the kids were sleeping on a mattress set in the middle of the living room. When asked why they don't use the two rooms in the upstairs room Rachel replied by saying that she rather be in the living room. Rachel asked me if I had some money on me so she can buy the kids some meal since they have'nt at for a day. I had told here that we have some food at the office and would bring her back after my interview.
During my time there I asked Rachel various questions ranging from welfare, child support, and here previous life history. Rachel stated that the father of here kids Daniel does not want anthing to do with her. She preferred that he did'nt even know where she stayed. When asked about welfare Rachel stated taht she had a bad experience with welfare previously. She recalled a time when a case manager by the name of Lin treated her badly. she said that she preferred not to go there and reather find other ways of survival. She had said that she is not currently receiving any child support from the father of her children.
On August 30, 2006 I went to Rachel for a second visitation. During my stop there I found that they were still using the living room as sleeping place. The unit seemed dirty and smelly. There were clothes all over the living room. On this day I asked Rachel whether she had any income and how she was able to get any food and feeding her kids. She had said that she would soon start goinig to food banks to get food for her family. From my view the kids looked as if they haven't eaten for days just lying on the mattress in the living room helplessly. I told here that she needs to do something immediately about this situation, even if it takes her going to the county to get welfare.
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CPS REPORT
Rachel Guillory
On October 26, 2006, approximately at 11:50 am I received a call from executive Director of Muslim Housing Service Mohamed Aden along with CPS intake personnel Darlen Navradszky on the line. During the call we had discussed about a current client Rachel Guillory who in our view had placed her children in jeopardy by not takin gcare of them properly. Ms Navradszky asked me a few question on why I believe those kids were in danger. In response I referred to my report that I had putting together regarding this family. I read Ms. Navradszky a few points in that report which basically shocked here because of the details. After the briefing Ms Navradszky stated that I should immediately call Rachel's assigned social worker Judy Mitchell at (253) 983-6308 to do a full reporting. She had also added that she would mark this reporting as being urgent and wouild try to schedule a doctor's appointment for the children to see their situation.
On Saturday September 2, 2006 received a call from Rachel during a time that I was off duty. Rachel asked me whether Mohamed and I were coming over to her unit. During that call Rachel said that there was a guy friend who moved into the unit that she was occupying. She added that she had to let him move in because she needed food for herer kids and he needed a place to stay. In response I told here that she had broken the agreement that she had signed with Muslim Housing Service because in the agreement it states that any guest that stays overnigh are to be approved by case manager and since she had reported after his move in it's a violation.
I sometime ask the neighbors about how things are in the area and the on think that they express are worries about Rachel's kids because she's always at her door step asking for food and don't have other ways to feed them. Bothering them late at night to use their phone and staying on their internet until late at night while the kids seemed hungry.
On Friday October 6, 2006 I took some food from our office that was intended for all the families in oiur program and took it to Ms. Guillory and also to double check on the kids and the situation that she's in. I also took a questioner form along. When I first walked into the unit seemed as if nothing had changed as far as the condition that it was previously in. The kids were sleeping on the mattress on the floor without any blankets where all of their belongings were. I asked Ms. Guillory about their situation. She had stated that nothing had changed but is going to the food bank more often to get food. She had stated that she's indebt from various places especially from the previous landlords which she either broke a lease agreement or receiving and eviction. She stated that she was also told to leave couple shelters one reporting her as abusin her kid and other for other reasons.
I see Rachel's situation as being dangerouis to her children. Muslim Hoiusing Service is very generous and would not like to see any kids sleeping in a u-haul or on the streets. In my view in the long run I believe those kids would be in danger either from starvation or other things.
At end of the in
The next morning on August 15, 2006 at approximately 9am I saw the same u-haul parked in an awkward place in the building parking lot. At first I thought someone was moving and might brought the u-haul to move. As I walked into the building I saw a lady with two children in front of the office. There was a little boy and little girl probably around the ages of 2-4 yrs of age from the look of it. The little girl was sleeping on the hard table outside of the elevator right next to her mother.
The mother stated that they were sleeping in the u-haul for a week moving from place to place hoping that someone would help her with a place to stay and is here seeking help with housing from Muslim Housing Service Office. She had also said that her children were hungry and had not taken a shower for days and had run out money for food and gas. She said that someone had directed her to Brighton building because this was where had decided to sleep in the truck with the children until someone had shown up in the morning.
I have then learned of her as Rachel Guillory. I let Rachel into the office and along came my co-worker Deka who directed here to lay her daughter on one of the couch in our office if she would like. During this time I had asked Ms. Guillory if she had an application with us previoiusly which she stated yes. After going through the waiting application I had found Rachel's application which dated back to December 13, 2005 which was done through phone interview by the Executive Director Mohamed Aden. During re-interview Rachel had stated that the father of her kids who lives in a seven bedroom in Renton, WA and here were not getting along. She had said that she's trying to be independent and the environment that the father of her children is in would not be safe for her children.
My co-worker later directed her to a shower giving her soap and towels so she could give the kids a shower. By this time Mr. Aden the executive director had shown up. Mr. Aden re-interviewed Ms. Guillory to figure out why she was on the run with her kids. Ms. Guillory would not give direct answers to the questions asked but sometimes responded with short ones. In response Ms Guillory stated that she was an independent woman who at one point owned a house but lost it in the process. She later stated that she was an independent woman who like her kids to stay together. After the interview Mr. Aden had approved them for two months stay for a unit located in Northgate for the sake of the children but stated that a follow up interview should be done immediately after her move to the unit to find out more about her.
At the end of the interview I had read Rachel the rules and Regulation of the agency and had told here athat as a case manager we would be at her place to advocate and help here out with applying for housing, welfare and other needs she migh have. Rachel state that the U-haul that she's driving is under someone else's name and might be past due date since she had been driving arouind for over a week. I later told here that the property that I'm taking her to would not have enough space for the u-haul since all the spaces are maked with numbers and should return it upon unloading her belongings.
On August 18, 2006, I went over to get more information and see where thinks were standing. The family's belongings were in the living room and the kids were sleeping on a mattress set in the middle of the living room. When asked why they don't use the two rooms in the upstairs room Rachel replied by saying that she rather be in the living room. Rachel asked me if I had some money on me so she can buy the kids some meal since they have'nt at for a day. I had told here that we have some food at the office and would bring her back after my interview.
During my time there I asked Rachel various questions ranging from welfare, child support, and here previous life history. Rachel stated that the father of here kids Daniel does not want anthing to do with her. She preferred that he did'nt even know where she stayed. When asked about welfare Rachel stated taht she had a bad experience with welfare previously. She recalled a time when a case manager by the name of Lin treated her badly. she said that she preferred not to go there and reather find other ways of survival. She had said that she is not currently receiving any child support from the father of her children.
On August 30, 2006 I went to Rachel for a second visitation. During my stop there I found that they were still using the living room as sleeping place. The unit seemed dirty and smelly. There were clothes all over the living room. On this day I asked Rachel whether she had any income and how she was able to get any food and feeding her kids. She had said that she would soon start goinig to food banks to get food for her family. From my view the kids looked as if they haven't eaten for days just lying on the mattress in the living room helplessly. I told here that she needs to do something immediately about this situation, even if it takes her going to the county to get welfare.
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CPS REPORT
Rachel Guillory
On October 26, 2006, approximately at 11:50 am I received a call from executive Director of Muslim Housing Service Mohamed Aden along with CPS intake personnel Darlen Navradszky on the line. During the call we had discussed about a current client Rachel Guillory who in our view had placed her children in jeopardy by not takin gcare of them properly. Ms Navradszky asked me a few question on why I believe those kids were in danger. In response I referred to my report that I had putting together regarding this family. I read Ms. Navradszky a few points in that report which basically shocked here because of the details. After the briefing Ms Navradszky stated that I should immediately call Rachel's assigned social worker Judy Mitchell at (253) 983-6308 to do a full reporting. She had also added that she would mark this reporting as being urgent and wouild try to schedule a doctor's appointment for the children to see their situation.
On Saturday September 2, 2006 received a call from Rachel during a time that I was off duty. Rachel asked me whether Mohamed and I were coming over to her unit. During that call Rachel said that there was a guy friend who moved into the unit that she was occupying. She added that she had to let him move in because she needed food for herer kids and he needed a place to stay. In response I told here that she had broken the agreement that she had signed with Muslim Housing Service because in the agreement it states that any guest that stays overnigh are to be approved by case manager and since she had reported after his move in it's a violation.
I sometime ask the neighbors about how things are in the area and the on think that they express are worries about Rachel's kids because she's always at her door step asking for food and don't have other ways to feed them. Bothering them late at night to use their phone and staying on their internet until late at night while the kids seemed hungry.
On Friday October 6, 2006 I took some food from our office that was intended for all the families in oiur program and took it to Ms. Guillory and also to double check on the kids and the situation that she's in. I also took a questioner form along. When I first walked into the unit seemed as if nothing had changed as far as the condition that it was previously in. The kids were sleeping on the mattress on the floor without any blankets where all of their belongings were. I asked Ms. Guillory about their situation. She had stated that nothing had changed but is going to the food bank more often to get food. She had stated that she's indebt from various places especially from the previous landlords which she either broke a lease agreement or receiving and eviction. She stated that she was also told to leave couple shelters one reporting her as abusin her kid and other for other reasons.
I see Rachel's situation as being dangerouis to her children. Muslim Hoiusing Service is very generous and would not like to see any kids sleeping in a u-haul or on the streets. In my view in the long run I believe those kids would be in danger either from starvation or other things.
At end of the in
Who are the individuals behind the CPS reports?
Ask yourself this...
About the individual filing an approved CPS report.
CHARACTER ASSESSMENT
Have you witnessed how they treat their own family behind closed doors?
What are their personal opinions and value systems?
Do they smoke drugs recreationally or addictively?
Do they abuse their wife, daughter, sister or parent?
Would they feed a hungry child regardless of race?
Would they poison a child based on race?
Do they drive safely, or would they flick you off at the light?
Do they partake in involuntary sexual acts with their spouses?
Were they given their job because, well they just kinda knew someone in the small office?
Do they ever smoke marijuana?
Do they have siblings living in their own home, who are chemically dependent, around their own children?
Do they wash their hands before cooking?
Do they call people niggers behind closed doors?
Do they call people wiggers behind closed doors?
Are they racist?
Would they find it okay to allow a child to drink milk out of a dog pale?
Do they have the flying privelege of a 'clean' background record, however
would'nt find it wrong to put their hands up a child's skirt?
Are they a teacher or priest who thinks well this teenager is kind cute,
I'll just go ahead and have sex with them and produce children. It's okay.
To be updated?
About the individual filing an approved CPS report.
CHARACTER ASSESSMENT
Have you witnessed how they treat their own family behind closed doors?
What are their personal opinions and value systems?
Do they smoke drugs recreationally or addictively?
Do they abuse their wife, daughter, sister or parent?
Would they feed a hungry child regardless of race?
Would they poison a child based on race?
Do they drive safely, or would they flick you off at the light?
Do they partake in involuntary sexual acts with their spouses?
Were they given their job because, well they just kinda knew someone in the small office?
Do they ever smoke marijuana?
Do they have siblings living in their own home, who are chemically dependent, around their own children?
Do they wash their hands before cooking?
Do they call people niggers behind closed doors?
Do they call people wiggers behind closed doors?
Are they racist?
Would they find it okay to allow a child to drink milk out of a dog pale?
Do they have the flying privelege of a 'clean' background record, however
would'nt find it wrong to put their hands up a child's skirt?
Are they a teacher or priest who thinks well this teenager is kind cute,
I'll just go ahead and have sex with them and produce children. It's okay.
To be updated?
Mortgage Seekers - 7 Seas Realty & Finance
Recipients of this Mortgage program are completely untraditional.
Client base requirements:
Seeking home ownership (condiminium style homes)
Not able to secure a mortgage elsewhere.
Prospective homeowner will need to do the following:
Sign a 2-5 year employment contract
Client base requirements:
Seeking home ownership (condiminium style homes)
Not able to secure a mortgage elsewhere.
Prospective homeowner will need to do the following:
Sign a 2-5 year employment contract
Odyssey Real Estate Development
Odyssey Real Estate Development is a 'home grown' plant.
Just kidding. It's a special creation of mine. To add more
housing options to the list of those already clogging up the
Section 8 and Subsidized housing waiting lists.
Only...
Mine will be available. So all of those people thousands as
a matter of fact, will now have homes to go to.
If I'm lucky they will let me bunk with them. I just can't
stand to see families homeless. It's hurts me just as much
as it hurts them.
Before I aim to destroy a family, I would rather provide
a solution to the problem.
Property is currently being assessed to house the first
development.
Recipients will be encouraged into self-sufficiency not
dependency.
Microloans and scholarships from another entity of mine
will fund a new life of education and small business franchising
to my clients. Or shall I say, MY FAMILY.
All donations are welcome. Donations after legal jargon is taken
care of will be held in a trust or escrow of a longer standing
Mentor Company out there in the community.
Thanks.
Just kidding. It's a special creation of mine. To add more
housing options to the list of those already clogging up the
Section 8 and Subsidized housing waiting lists.
Only...
Mine will be available. So all of those people thousands as
a matter of fact, will now have homes to go to.
If I'm lucky they will let me bunk with them. I just can't
stand to see families homeless. It's hurts me just as much
as it hurts them.
Before I aim to destroy a family, I would rather provide
a solution to the problem.
Property is currently being assessed to house the first
development.
Recipients will be encouraged into self-sufficiency not
dependency.
Microloans and scholarships from another entity of mine
will fund a new life of education and small business franchising
to my clients. Or shall I say, MY FAMILY.
All donations are welcome. Donations after legal jargon is taken
care of will be held in a trust or escrow of a longer standing
Mentor Company out there in the community.
Thanks.
Newly accepted as a New York City Pro Bono Volunteer
I, Rachel Guillory, have been newly accepted to choose open cases within the New York state low income community as a volunteer or donation based Attorney.
Most case loads will be conducted via telecommuting, fax, mail and possible travel however, not likely. I am so very excited.
This will give me the opportunity to bring to light some of the injustices that have taken a toll (or so it is thought) on my own family.
Insha'Allah... God Willing... How do you say it in all the other cultures? Well you get my point.
Love Me.
Most case loads will be conducted via telecommuting, fax, mail and possible travel however, not likely. I am so very excited.
This will give me the opportunity to bring to light some of the injustices that have taken a toll (or so it is thought) on my own family.
Insha'Allah... God Willing... How do you say it in all the other cultures? Well you get my point.
Love Me.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Philanthropy and Recipients
Http://www.healthcarefacilitationservices.blogspot.com is not the official home of the business because the US CORPORATE not-for-profit offices is awaiting donations or tax deductible lease agreements to fund its Permanent Corporate location which costs 32 1/2 Million dollars.
Over the next 15 years the US will have available for sourcing NURSES. Good quality nurses, registered or practioners, certified nursing assistants and medical assistants.
Diabetes is the number one disease that can either be easily prevented or easily progressed through preventative care or negligence.
HFS USA will house as many nursing healthcare providers as possible to fill the positions needed in these areas.
Mobile Clinics, Mobile Services, Shopping Mall Services, and other community patient/client awareness programs will be put to execution 2007.
A property of 250-500 Units as a beginner will be utilized to accommodate Corporate Healthcare Quarters for all Healthcare Providers from abroad.
2 year contracts are required to join the program and nurses may stay in pairs to help pay for the corporate living facilities.
Employment contracts will be signed and assistance with arrival will accompany services/benefits to providers.
Online positions are available to assist with International Counseling but have to originate from the US. Services are to be paid and contracted by the government.
This plan will alleviate the deficit reconciling Federal Reserve Systems, while saving tax payer dollars and shelling out thousands of man hours of affordable preventative care to patients. This service will allow decades of healthcare by the thousands without suffocating the Federal Systems and reclaiming balance withing the Healthcare Economy overall.
The company is of Islamic American origination and will accept donations from all arenas.
Healthcare Facilitation Services is an INDIA based for profit Corporation
Healthcare Facilitation Services is an AMERICAN non-profit Corporation
'HFS' or Healthcare Facilitation Services is in the business of fostering pain relief to those patients in need of medical services around the globe.
HFS INDIA is the parent company of HFS USA
HFS INDIA will source Medical Physician services to International clients in a resort style Naturopathic Environment, with no waiting time, airlines may be provided privately on emergency basis by EbonyTM Airlines as soon as we contract the pilots. Patients will be escorted to and from their destination with contentedness and safety and the promiss of an assured and speedy recovery. International insurance acceptance capabilities are in process. US insurance or Medicaid/Medicare is accepted upon completion of papers. This will be updated shortly in the formal proposal.
HFS USA, the not-for-profit sister company will accommodate all communities willing to accept or are in need of the services offered. The motto is High Standards, Economic Recovery, PREVENTATIVE CARE, moderation in tax paying dollars and 91% decrease in ER care for non emergent practice.
More to be updated
Over the next 15 years the US will have available for sourcing NURSES. Good quality nurses, registered or practioners, certified nursing assistants and medical assistants.
Diabetes is the number one disease that can either be easily prevented or easily progressed through preventative care or negligence.
HFS USA will house as many nursing healthcare providers as possible to fill the positions needed in these areas.
Mobile Clinics, Mobile Services, Shopping Mall Services, and other community patient/client awareness programs will be put to execution 2007.
A property of 250-500 Units as a beginner will be utilized to accommodate Corporate Healthcare Quarters for all Healthcare Providers from abroad.
2 year contracts are required to join the program and nurses may stay in pairs to help pay for the corporate living facilities.
Employment contracts will be signed and assistance with arrival will accompany services/benefits to providers.
Online positions are available to assist with International Counseling but have to originate from the US. Services are to be paid and contracted by the government.
This plan will alleviate the deficit reconciling Federal Reserve Systems, while saving tax payer dollars and shelling out thousands of man hours of affordable preventative care to patients. This service will allow decades of healthcare by the thousands without suffocating the Federal Systems and reclaiming balance withing the Healthcare Economy overall.
The company is of Islamic American origination and will accept donations from all arenas.
Healthcare Facilitation Services is an INDIA based for profit Corporation
Healthcare Facilitation Services is an AMERICAN non-profit Corporation
'HFS' or Healthcare Facilitation Services is in the business of fostering pain relief to those patients in need of medical services around the globe.
HFS INDIA is the parent company of HFS USA
HFS INDIA will source Medical Physician services to International clients in a resort style Naturopathic Environment, with no waiting time, airlines may be provided privately on emergency basis by EbonyTM Airlines as soon as we contract the pilots. Patients will be escorted to and from their destination with contentedness and safety and the promiss of an assured and speedy recovery. International insurance acceptance capabilities are in process. US insurance or Medicaid/Medicare is accepted upon completion of papers. This will be updated shortly in the formal proposal.
HFS USA, the not-for-profit sister company will accommodate all communities willing to accept or are in need of the services offered. The motto is High Standards, Economic Recovery, PREVENTATIVE CARE, moderation in tax paying dollars and 91% decrease in ER care for non emergent practice.
More to be updated
Friday, December 1, 2006
Got Justice? Campaign
~ Breaking Barriers ~
Congressional Independant Candidate
If I have to suffer the ridicule and analysis of those
of you which have perfect jobs, families, cars,
businesses and communication skills...
so be it.
If I earn not only moral victory, but liberation
in every aspect of the word for the lives
of the past, present and future generations
I would'nt change a thing. Besides it's pretty boring
being perfect. The focus is globalization morally
not fiscally. This is simple. Spirit travels infinately,
but money can be defeated by any tangible means
available.
Be the winner! Break the Barriers. Unite for the sake
of your rights. Voting for someone with an out of the
box perspective on international affairs seeking to
please the people is someone who works to serve
your perspective.
See your visions come to life. Join in on this campaign
for justice and allow yourself to be the winner!
~ Asiyah Ali (R. Guillory) USA Independant
up and coming.
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