I was waking in the Miller showers park yesterday when I heard a man across the street talking about me, saying that "he knew none of the other muslims cared about me when they moved me to this neighborhood" and that "we can do what we want to her, no one will do anything" and "she thinks she can go to Japan (reference to the decorations within my apartment) but she has to wait and work 2 1/2 more years before that (reference to telephone conversations with students while window of my apartment was closed) and we will be there before her." And I ask myself "who is we?"
I am worried that the apartment manger Travis Tressler may have been the one talking. I am beginning to think that the reason why no competent steps are being taken to prevent continued harrassment to me is that he is one of those instrumental in causing it.
When I was a kid there was a boy who lived across from my aunt and uncle (slater farms) in Farmersburg on the main highway between it and Terre Haute. I know his name was Travis. We used to play togeather, but one day he stoped. My step dad is a card carying member of NMBLA and the boy was often saying he wished he was a girl. I know that given the opportunity my step dad would have been lovers with him, and if such a relationship was started back then, it would continue to this day.
When I moved to bloomington about 3 months after Jill Behrman's murder, I was still dependant on my step dad and his connections to get any information about places to stay. Denis Craig gave me information about this place and about Parker as well. I chose parker because it was cheaper, but when that didnt work out I chose to move on campus. Gerald Olson had come to my appartment with an IU police woman when he and Sally Jones decided to have me comitted for complaining of harrassment. So when I moved on campus it was only a little while before Gerald Olson told me I had to leave campus.
I was moved here by the Bloomington Islamic Center when I asked them to help me find a quiet place to live that was safe where I would not be harrassed. I lost my voice from the stress of 2 judicial hearings in as many weeks and I needed someone to call landlords for me. Wati Harris is the one who gave me the option between here and parker, since parker didnt work out last time I chose here.
All was quiet unitl I sighned a one year lease, I was moved in on a temporary summer lease.
I dont know where else to go.
When does the rights of the landlord to enter my apartmet cross into stalking and harrassment?
I know that they often enter when I go for my walk or out to get groceries but no work is done, and I dont know what they are doing, but it cant be good.
After the conversation I heard yesterday afternoon around 2:15 pm someone drove their car close to here, the same car back and forth all night long except when I gave up on sleep and reformated on of my computers for a couple hours.
It is possible that "we" could be mossad. I just wish that on the ground enforcement of human rights and american rights were better because if that is who "we" is it would disable them.
I remember Jonathan Pollard leaving messages for my step dad when I was a kid. I was like his home secretary. I also remember a story that he told me about when he was in the Navy in Hawaii. He wanted to look at a file and the guard on duty wouldnt let him. The guard was drinking something and he put something I dont remember in his drink. He said he came back a little while later and did two things, reported the guard for acting strangely and looked at the file.
When I was younger I didnt know I was doing meth, but I have found out some things about it. it causes hallucinations at first then there are no hallucinations and just agitation. It is a familiar feeling, and I felt it last nigh. It also usually appears that the sink aerator has been tampered with when I feel this way. I used to notice it becaue sometimes the gasket would start to leak and I would carefully repace the aerator only to find it leaking again starting after I returned from being out.
I know I tried to report my step dad when I was a kid, and he was able to do something to make me recant but i dont know what. He had a friend at my school who made sure he got there before child services and I spent the night with him before authorities could gain access to me at which time I didnt remember reporting anything.
He told me every thing that I could hear about "no one will believe you" " they will say you are just mad at me" "they will say you are seeking attention" " they cant find proof and you will go to jail for false reporting".
So its hard to overcome this dialog to report what is pertinant and to seek help effectively.
Also I am convinced you have atleast one skunk among your own ranks, and Denis Craig used to be a police man too.
And my "cousin" Nathan Rinks is a police man in North Carolina and he is like all them too, so I dont have enough confidence in your integrity to say things without fear overcoming my ability to state what I have seen.
I dont know if this helps
best
Holly Oeding
