Showing posts with label Massachusetts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Massachusetts. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Warrior Priest

It is not enough to simply demand justice for myself. Yes, I may be disabled for the rest of my life. No, I may never have an opportunity to engage in gainful employment. However, what I can do is warn veterans about the possible pitfalls that await them. This project isn't about gloom and doom. This is just an account of my efforts to be a productive member of society who has something of value to offer, and of my ongoing efforts to finally earn my college degree.

It is taken many years to unravel the hoax that was created for me. I was enraged when I first saw the doctor's notes, and the lies that she told in order to justify her actions. After I calmed down, those notes took on a much greater meaning. I slowly realized, to my horror, that any veteran could be kidnapped & forcibly hospitalized simply by showing up to campus and reporting to class. That's what happened the day I was handcuffed and taken away by campus police.

Another reason this project was so important to me and has been so important since my lawsuit against Bridgewater State College, is that I wasn't the only student to be forcibly hospitalized on that campus. I don't know if the other students were veterans. I don't even know their names or who they were. But through the process of discovery I found out to my horror that there was a total of five students who were forcibly hospitalized. Two were men of color, and the other three were white women.

God forbid that any of those poor souls were veterans of our military. If they were, then I want my voice to be the one to tell of the pain and devastation that comes in the wake of forced hospitalization and false imprisonment. More importantly, someone must show, prove and explain how a doctor can create patients out of thin air using stereotypes about service members, laced with bold-faced lies about their careers.

This series isn't only about my experience as a veteran on a college campus. It also includes stories of, what I believe is, the discrimination I endured at the hands of people who are paid to help people get back on their feet after they become disabled; the administrators who get paid handsomely, but have utterly no regard for the lives of students.

If nothing else, this project will allow me to eventually put down the ghosts of a nightmare long past. To this day, I am haunted by memories of the waking dream I lived through during the time I was on psych meds. I do this so I won't have live out my existence as a spectator of life, without a voice. Finally, I hope to help somebody else overcome the unjust and evil acts of low-minded individuals of ill-will, in positions of power and influence, who neglect their duties and serve no one but themselves.








Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Confessions of the Founder

From the day I was born until the age of thirteen I was raised in the Catholic Church in Boston, Massachusetts. In 1971 my mother, married a soldier in the U.S. Army.

We promptly moved down to the Fort Bragg area in North Carolina. After a brief stay in Fayetteville, My family and I moved to Spring Lake in 1972. It was on Thanksgiving Day of that year both Mama and my stepfather announced, to me and my brother, they were both leaving the faith.

The food was ready and it was time to say grace. We all sat down, ready to bow our heads. Mama asked, "Who's going to say grace?" It was an odd question because my stepdad always said grace, but he looked up at Mama and said, "After Cambodia (where he was stationed in 1968 during his last tour of duty with the US Army in Southeast Asia), I no longer believe in God."

As they looked at each other, I turned to Mama. As she looked back across the dining room table at my stepdad she said, "Well I don't know why God lets bad things happen to good people."

Long story short: my stepdad became an atheist, my mother became an agnostic and I ended up saying grace that day. Since that day, I have had a deep and abiding hatred for devils, and that event is just one of many that are part of the "beef" that I have with Satan.

Image by Comfreak from Pixabay.

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