My Quest for Justice in America and what I found instead: The Darkness Upstairs

We watched as he picked up the long green tongue of the utility trailer piled high with the rest of his belongings late that Sunday afternoon. It was an odd sight; the trailer was meant to be pulled by a truck or a car and here he was lifting the huge load himself without a visible struggle.

We grouped together and watched from the yard between our houses. We were silent and I could feel the shared anticipation of the departure of the predator who had dwelt upstairs since last Christmas. Slowly the children had come from behind the locked doors of the houses arranged in a circle around the abandoned wooden play structure. Out into the soft September sunshine we emerged together. Everyone knew that Judge Gardner's order stated that he was to leave that day. No one planned that we would watch him go and yet all of us came out. There had been seventeen children a year ago. Over the past nine months as many as were financially able had escaped from Pickford/Leonard. Now those of us who had been left behind came out together to watch. I remember thinking there was safety in our numbers.

We watched and at exactly 5pm he opened the door of my house, walked down the front porch steps and took up his burden. We were all part of some kind of sad and necessary ceremony after all of these months as his captives.

He had been taking objects down the stairs from one of the two apartments above mine from dusk until dawn since Judge Robert S. Gardner had signed the protective stalking order five days before.

"Respondent shall leave the house at 2603 SW Leonard, Corvallis, Oregon, by 5pm on September 17, 2000 and not return."

He balanced the weight of the trailer against his strength and slowly broke the inertia of the load and slowly, slowly began his journey down Leonard Street and out of our children's lives.

The children and parents nervously spoke together, quietly at first, and then the voices rose in relief and soon we danced, all of us danced, all of us children of the sunshine and of the joy of being. We were out of our homes, and we laughed in the sunshine of our own backyards once more. Judge Gardner had ignored the unspoken rules of Corvallis. He had listened to the voices of the mothers of the children at Pickford/Leonard and secured our freedom for a little while and we were happy.

Darkness was thick on the December morning when the predator began his move into my house. Of course I didn't know he was a predator; we had been told by the non-profit that owned these houses, Corvallis Neighborhood Housing Services (now Willamette Neighborhood Housing Services), that we could not have a criminal history and live at Pickford/Leonard. I had been told it would be a wonderful place for my child. She was nine. They didn't tell me that the stomping up and down the stairs was a pedophile with 66 arraignments in Benton County before he was placed in my house as a favor to Benton County Mental Health and as a guarantee to our new property manager, James Hackett of the Linn Benton Housing Authority, that one more of the old units would be paid for every month by a HUD housing voucher. Later I learned that no one else would rent to him because he terrified the elderly and stalked the children everywhere he went. Much later, I learned from a Corvallis police officer that the protective stalking order we struggled so hard to get would not save us from him,

"He has the profile of a psychopathic serial killer," he had warned me.

Those were the same words that my new friend, Mike Rogers with the FBI, used after he had Quantico do research on our resident pedophile. Finally, the head of Mental Health for the State of Oregon, Barry Kast told me to be careful,

"He is a very dangerous man!"

I had no way of knowing this when the darkness began invading my peaceful, gentle world. Over and over again I heard the footsteps almost running up and down and I figured a new tenant had been found to fill the unit vacated by the college student with the fast red sports car.

I peeked from my bedroom window and my body froze when I first saw the face above the box of some sort of tools. He turned abruptly with his sixth sense to see who looking at him and I felt an all encompassing chill; a warning from the heavens above.

By the end of that day, refrigerators, car engines, washing machines, pipes, concrete bricks, beer bottles, box after box of strange machine parts in every size and configuration and over twenty computers had reached the apartment upstairs. By the end of the week I had heard the footsteps throughout every night and my bedroom ceiling began to crack. The front and side lawns were covered with overflow appliances, and car parts and dirty blue tarps covering hundreds of empty beer cans.

The smell in the house had changed and spiders and bugs began to creep into my apartment.

Finally, he was done moving in and he rode off on his black bicycle as darkness fell. He had made his transition into our sweet family neighborhood.

About one in the morning the pipes began to vibrate in our old house and I jumped from my sleep as the sound reached the velocity of a jack hammer. I went into the front hall and looked up into Tricia's wondering face. She lived in the other upstairs apartment and I said,"Its not me."

"Its not me," she responded.

She fetched a flashlight and I took my wrenches to turn off the new tenant's water supply at the street after we made sure he wasn't home.

The darkness lifted and he returned. I went into the front hall and introduced myself and explained why I had turned off his water in the night. He turned his body toward his door frame rubbing himself up and down again and again and his face melted into rippling liquid lines as he began uncontrollable laughter, first softly and then rising until it reached a pitch that almost matched the pipes from the night before. Trish and I disappeared into our newly formed prison cells behind locked doors. Our long journey at the mercy of the man upstairs had begun. Our children were no longer allowed outside. Much later we leaned that the true darkness came from a source much more perverse.

The warm summer sunshine filled the outside and I hurried to finish the hazelnut gateau I had promised a customer. I had worked on this recipe for over twenty years and I was happy with the way it made people feel. I hadn't given myself enough time to create all of the layers at a gentle pace so I had chocolate and coffee flavored whipped cream on my hands when a firm unfamiliar knock sounded on the kitchen door. I walked out into the light and met Joe Boyer for the first time in person.

"Ms. Rosenfeld?" he asked with great courtesy.

I looked at the beautifully made suits that fit the two gentlemen so perfectly and at their shoes gleaming in the hot sun and answered, "Yes."

Joe Boyer introduced his partner and himself and said that they had driven to Corvallis from the Eugene office of the FBI to question the man upstairs about his use of our phones. Until now, I had only spoken with Agent Boyer on the phone.

"I felt that I had to tell you something." he said. "When someone starts knifing your car it is a classic sign that they want to be knifing you. I thought you should know that. I've been worrying about you."

In our phone conversation of several days back, I had told Agent Boyer that I was finding knife marks on my car. I told him that my daughter had found her blow-up swimming pool stabbed and Shawna's children's pool had been slashed. Shawna lost her car, too. The oil plug was removed in the night after she testified to Judge Gardner that the man upstairs took digital photos of her young children undressing through cracks in the curtains at night. All of us had suffered this fear and humiliation.

I had told Agent Boyer that my neighbor, Jim, had his tires slashed after testifying in court that he had witnessed the man upstairs tapping the neighborhood phones on the corner Qwest post.

Jim told me later that the man upstairs had three very large knives arranged in a row on his kitchen counter. When Jim asked the man what he used those for, he was told that they were used to kill deer.

I remembered that one of the man's felonies was for poaching deer with a knife. I had written to the Oregon State Police for that information. How could one kill a deer with a knife I had wondered? You would have to use stealth and sneak up on the deer sleeping in the night. How awful to be part of this horrible death. He must like having blood on his hands, to feel the struggle and the control. Maybe he was simply starving I had reasoned, yet I couldn't get the knives out of my mind and now he was slashing things in the night outside and unlocking my door with his locksmith tools on some nights and leaving it open just a crack so I would wonder how it got that way in the morning. I wondered if he would come in the next time. I no longer slept.

Initially the man upstairs had asked Jim if he could tap his phone so he could have Internet use and Jim had agreed. Night after night he went back to the Qwest phone post, Jim had explained. Jim actually lifted a square metal lid off of the post to expose all of the neighborhood phone wires so I could see for myself. I was grateful to Jim. I had been under the house so many times trying to understand how he was accessing my phone. The phone company could not find a physical tap under there and told us that they were not the "phone police". I couldn't find a physical tap either. Here, finally, was an explanation.

All of us had heard him on our phones. We heard recordings of our own children laughing when we tried to use our phones. and then came the calls when he was bold enough to laugh his demonic laugh, usually softly, and usually when one of us had already hung up so only one of us heard it. We all ended up hearing it eventually.

Soon our phone service was disconnected for fifteen minutes at time unless he was really mad. When he was really mad the surges of electricity he used to disconnect the phones must have been greater. The circuit for just my phone was permanently burned out in the building next to the Court House downtown and Tricia's phone burned up on the inside. When Qwest's phone technician came to troubleshoot for Tricia, the man upstairs chased the technician to her truck and she was terrified. I remember she phoned James Hackett and told him that it was very frightening and that he should take the mothers at Pickford/Leonard seriously.

I asked Mr. Hackett for a transcription of that voice mail and he sent it to me. That’s all he did, though.

"I talked to my boss in Portland and we can't do anything about his phone activity." Agent Boyer continued. "It costs us a great deal of money to investigate and prosecute someone and since he is mentally ill, he would only go into a mental institution for six months and it is not worth the tax payers' money."

"Thank you Agent Boyer," I replied

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The segmented story above was written for a summer college class. We were supposed to write about a time in our life that strongly affected us and break it into segments and scramble it up a bit. I used it as therapy to help heal the horror I experienced when James Hackett and Jim Moorefield placed and HUD funded nine felons around my daughter and me and sixteen other young children. My story was about the first man. The mothers at Pickford/Leonard wrote letters to Mr. Hackett and I reported everything that happened to him and to Jim Moorefield and Barbara Dahlman. I learned later in a federal Final Investigative Report that contained testimony from other people that worked at the Linn Benton Housing Authority at the time that when I called asking for help James Hackett would get off of the phone and laugh to his co-workers.

After the protective order that Judge Gardner granted us evicted the man upstairs, he violated it over and over again. We would hear small taps on our window at 2 in the morning. He wore a police scanner so he always knew when the police were on their way.

Oregon is currently sending money that is co-mingled with federal money to Benton County and that money is used to fund housing for registered sex offenders, including extremely dangerous predatory sex offenders, right in the middle of family neighborhoods around hundreds of children in violation of federal laws that make it illegal to use any federal money to house these individuals. This is money laundering. This is destroying the lives of children in the neighborhoods where this is done. These children are living in fear. They think about this before they go to sleep at night.

The terror that families experience when this is done leaves scars for life.

This is happening on Ramona Lane in Corvallis right now where three registered sex offenders, including a predatory sex offender who is extremely dangerous, have been placed in a "group home". There are about fifty homes in a two mile radius of the house where the three registered sex offenders live.

The contracts for this funding are on file in the Benton County Counsel's office. The Benton County Commissioners are Annabelle Jaramillo, Jay Dixon and Linda Modrell. The contracts are for hundreds of thousands of dollars to Renew Consulting that is housing the sex offenders near the children on Ramona Lane.

My Quest for Justice in America and what I found instead: James Hackett using the Linn Benton Housing Authority to make money off backs of the poor.

Fellow Americans:

On August 20, 2007 I drove from Corvallis to Eugene, Oregon and with almost a feeling of reverence I walked up the steps of the new federal court house and filed claims against James Hackett and the Linn Benton Housing Authority and the Benton County Commissioners for Retaliation. I had carefully prepared documentation of crimes and civil violations of law because I had witnessed great harm inflicted upon my child and other children and me.

Other adults were harmed too.

I witnessed Jim Gabbard gasping for breath upon returning home after the Linn Benton Housing Authority maintenance man waited around the corner in his truck for Jim to leave home. As soon as Jim left home the Linn Benton Housing Authority maintenance man would spray with chemicals that Jim had warned could cause him to have violent allergic reactions. Two times I asked the maintenance man why he was doing this to Jim and he told me that James Hackett had told him to hide and wait for Jim Gabbard to leave and then spray anyway.

Years later, when I read the "Final Investigative Reports" of my first claim that the government took out against James Hackett and the housing authority, I learned from the testimony of housing authority workers that James Hackett did in fact instruct Richard (the maintenance man) to hide and wait for Jim to leave and then go against the promises of reasonable accommodation that were made to Jim before he moved into his Pickford/Leonard residence.

I heard about Olivia Bloom who "sang like an angel" and took her own life after James Hackett terminated her housing voucher. There is a painting of her as an angel next to the image of the Nativity scene in the Old Wold Deli in Corvallis. She was African American and disabled and was forced to fill out more forms than other clients by James Hackett and finally she said she could fill out no more and James Hackett told her he would terminate her voucher if she did not comply. Rick Stewart said that he would happily go to Ms. Bloom's residence and help her with the forms. He was told to mind his own business and Olivia Bloom's voucher was taken from her along with her ability to have a place to call home.

I was aware that James Hackett had fired or "let go" of the workers in the housing authority that told him that he could not place violent criminals in housing around my child and sixteen other young children at Pickford/Leonard. One of these workers is Paulette Postell. She almost ran the Linn Benton Housing Authority for twenty years before Catherine Skeins hired James Hackett as executive director. Paulette Postell is an individual of sterling character. She informed Mr. Hackett that he could not allow the first pedophile to live at Pickford/Leonard because she had seen his criminal record. He had over sixty arraignments in Benton County before Mr. Hackett placed him in my house against the protest of Paulette Postell and Rick Stewart who was the housing inspector for fourteen years at the housing authority. Another worker told me that morally he could not work under Mr. Hackett because he witnessed that files were being falsified. He told me that even though it was a recession and he had children to support he had to quit when he saw what was going on.

I learned from Mr. Hackett that he knew that the first pedophile that he placed in my house was a stalker and he put him there anyway and then refused to remove him when he began stalking my child and we reported to him that we were living in fear.

When Mr. Hackett refused to remove the man from my house who was terrifying all of the children, I called Catherine Skeins to ask for help as she was the Chairman of the Board of the Linn Benton Housing Authority. She told me that she was the one who "found Mr. Hackett" and hired him. She said that he was an attorney and that he was good with money. I explained that he was allowing a pedophile to stalk my child and that the children at Pickford/Leonard were so terrified that they could not go outside. I told her I could not function as I could no longer sleep out of fear for my child. She told me that she was not going to do anything about my concerns.

Five years later I met her again when I went before the Board of the Linn Benton Housing Authority on January 18, 2005 asking for them to do something about the fact that James Hackett was filling units with dangerous criminals and giving them HUD vouchers. Again nothing was done and recently I saw the minutes that the housing authority sent to the federal court of that meeting and they were not an accurate account. They were a false statement of what occurred at that meeting. Luckily, I had read a statement that I also provided in a document to the Board at that meeting. A Corvallis Gazette Times reporter also recorded the meeting and I have that recording (a copy has been provided to Secretary of Housing and Urban Development Sean Donovan and Deputy Secretary Ron Sims). I am going to provide the minutes that the Linn Benton Housing Authority created that are not truthful and the statement that I read at the meeting to the Obama Administration and to the Federal Court.

Every Board meeting should be recorded so that the housing authority -- that is spending millions of dollars of tax payers' money -- is accountable for their actions and inaction.

The recording memorialized the testimony of my daughter's math teacher telling how my daughter almost died and how horribly she was affected by the actions of the pedophiles and violent felons. Richard Holmes can be heard stating that what happened to us should never happen to anyone. Another mother from Pickford/Leonard told of the eight felons she could remember and the fear she had for her twin daughters. She told of how she had asked for help from Jim Moorefield and how he would not help. She called Pickford/Leonard a "dumping ground for criminals."

At the end of that recording the Chairman of the Board of the Linn Benton Housing Authority, Rhoades, can be heard stating several times that I had provided ample proof of "gross mismanagement of Pickford/Leonard" by the housing authority.

James Hackett, the Linn Benton Housing Authority, the Benton County Commissioners (who have oversight of the housing authority according to Oregon Revised Statutes 456), Corvallis Neighborhood Housing Services which is now Willamette Neighborhood Housing Services, Jim Moorefield, Barbara Dalman, and the Benton County Health Department refused to remove the first pedophile from my house that was actively harassing my child.

Corvallis Police Detective Mark Posler advised me to ask for a stalking protective order from the Circuit Court and we had to be part of twelve proceedings to get a life long order that also evicted the pedophile from our house.

Detective Posler was extremely kind. He brought the paper work to my house and encouraged me to fill it out. I waited one more month hoping that one of the agencies responsible for this low income housing would remove the man that was harming our children. I even met with a woman that I learned provided housing for the mentally ill and she told me that this man should be institutionalized and she could not place him with her other clients as it would not be fair to them.

From 2000 through 2004, Chief of Police Gary Boldizsar met with Jim Moorefield twice to ask that felons not be placed around children at Pickford/Leonard. On one of those occasions Jim Moorefield said that Caterina Rosenfeld had nothing to say about who was placed at Pickford/Leonard. Chief Boldizsar responded that although that might be true, Jim Moorefield did have a say.

James Hackett and the Linn Benton Housing Authority then placed and HUD funded eight other dangerous felons with long criminal histories at Pickford/Leonard including a registered predatory sex offender who had tried to sodomize a young girl and was never to be around young girls.

I learned that this individual was a registered sex offender when two of the other mothers at Pickford/Leonard knocked on my kitchen door at ten at night and told me to go to the Benton County website and look up the pedophiles with life time registrations. The man who lived in a HUD funded unit next door was on that website with the address of the house next door and the date that affirmed that James Hackett and the Linn Benton Housing Authority were the property management company.

My daughter lost half of her lung capacity from the pyrethrum sprays that Mr. Hackett told his workers to apply around our house after I had secured promises from him that these toxins that cause risk to children with a propensity toward asthma would not be applied.

I had reported the corruption of the Linn Benton Housing Authority to every possible governmental agency I could think of that might have some oversight and provide relief. Once when I went before Linda Modrell, Annabelle Jaramillo, and Jay Dixon, who were the Commissioners for Benton County, Oregon, I provided them with a list of forty agencies and individuals from whom the mothers at Pickford/Leonard had requested help.

When my own commissioners would not help I sought help from Linn County Commissioner John Lindsey and he wrote letters to the Assistant Secretary for Fair Housing in Washington, D.C. who was Floyd May claiming Retaliation against me and seeking help.

Floyd May would not help.

I learned over time that the entire Fair Housing and HUD OIG system was a house of cards where thousands of federal employees are paid and praised to uphold the political dictates and IRS tax deals with housing developers across America.

State Senator Frank Morse tried to help and asked the counsel for the Oregon State Legislature to read Oregon Revised Statutes 456 to learn who did have oversight of James Hackett. He wrote to me that the Benton County Commissioners were clearly the oversight authority and could clean up the housing authority. The Benton County Commissioners refused to help the children of Pickford/Leonard. They wrote to me that they had no oversight. Their county counsel told me I was "delusional."

Finally, Phyllis Wagoner, who is Congressman Peter DeFazio's aid in Eugene, told me that her office believed that Mr. Hackett was trying to defame me because I had reported his violations of federal law to many agencies and that I should file a claim through the Office of Fair Housing and Equal Opportunity in Seattle for violation of my Fair Housing Rights, so I did.

Congressman Peter DeFazio also wrote a letter to James Hackett and to the Linn and Benton County Commissioners indicating that they had oversight and included a copy of the federal statutes that were enacted to protect children in federally funded housing. These federal laws state that it is illegal to federally fund housing for registered sex offenders, methamphetamine drug users, and anyone who makes it impossible for other tenants to have a home free from harassment.

The United States Office of Fair Housing and Equal Opportunity took a claim out against James Hackett and the Linn Benton Housing Authority in April of 2005. Federal mandates make it so that such claims must be investigated within 100 days. James Hackett and Donna Holt-Cook lied to Fair Housing Investigator Ife Asantewa under oath. They provided a letter to her that they had sent to me indicating that they were contacting my witnesses which included Police Chief Gary Boldizsar, my daughter's doctor, my health-care providers, Senior Judge Robert S. Gardner, and others. They indicated to her during their interviews that EACH of the witnesses were contacted. They testified that my witnesses were not qualified to substantiate my claims.

The housing authority had not contacted these individuals.

In June 2005 Howard Rhoades (chairman of the board of the Linn Benton Housing Authority) offered me $230,000 if I would sign a paper that James Hackett had prepared on which it was written that I would "quit spreading false accusations about James Hackett." I told Howard Rhoades that I could not sign that paper because every word that I had said about James Hackett was true. That meeting was in the presence of Federal Investigator Ife Asantewa and Madeline Rubin.

Fair Housing found my claims to be "without cause" based on Mr. Hackett's and Ms. Holt-Cook's lies under oath.

Now a fascinating part of this is that when I spoke with the Fair Housing investigator she told me that she had told Mr. Hackett that the mistake that he made was in not contacting my health-care provider. So Fair Housing knew that James Hackett had lied about the contacts and yet based the dismissal of my claims on his lies anyway.

I appealed my claim to Washington, D.C. and it was remanded back to Seattle and never investigated. My Administrative claims through the Office of Fair Housing and Equal Opportunity were the same as the claims I filed in the federal court in 2007 and they were both still open with the federal government when I filed in the court so the statute of limitations was tolled for those claims.

Benton County District Attorney Scott Heiser told me to bring my concerns to the FBI or to the Office of U. S. Attorney Karen Immergut. I drove to Portland and met with Assistant U.S. Attorney Lance Caldwell and Ms. Immergut wrote a letter to HUD in Washington D. C. memorializing my visit and my belief that James Hackett had committed fraud in the Fair Housing investigation.

Washington D.C. did nothing.

I also met with the FBI and provided them with proof that James Hackett was violating federal law by HUD funding a registered sex offender and a methamphetamine dealer and other violent felons at Pickford/Leonard. The FBI told me that they did not want to "step on HUD's toes." They said that I should contact the OIG Office for HUD and ask them to investigate.

When I met with HUD's Office of Inspector General Special Agent Charles Grace and Corvallis Police Chief Gary Boldizsar on January 27, 2006 to voice some of these concerns, Agent Grace said that possibly the Seattle Office was covering this up for "political reasons." Two weeks later Agent Grace's boss told me that Agent Grace had reported that Chief Boldizsar had said that nothing was going on in that neighborhood.

I have an Affidavit from Chief Boldizsar in which he declares that he reported legitimate crime concerns to Agent Grace in that meeting.

At that point I called Special Agent James Beaudette who was head of OIG's agents for the West Coast and he told me to write to his Special Agent Tony Meeks, so I did toward the end of March 2006 and provided a copy of that letter to the Corvallis Police Department.

On April 7, 2006 my daughter was assaulted by a Corvallis Police Officer in front of me. False police reports were filed by the police and I was arrested and charged with interfering with the peaceful duties of the police.

When I first walked up to where my daughter was held by the police, Officer Lisa Trimble had a gun held to my daughter's face. Lisa Trimble did not even file a police report and two other officers that were involved in my arrest have lied repeatedly that they were not present.

During the in-house investigation of that incident, one of the witnesses was questioned by the police lieutenant and the first thing that Lieutenant Dave Henslee told that young man was that I had two "lawsuits against the city" that he was "not going to go into." The only claims that I had at that time were the two claims that Fair Housing of the United States Government had taken out against James Hackett, the Linn Benton Housing Authority, and the Benton County Commissioners.

My long time rock, and the only person in government in Corvallis that had helped over the years, Chief Boldizsar, could no longer speak with me.

My arrest was on Saturday night and I went to the office of the President of Oregon State University toward the first part of the next week because I was a student and did not want to be forced out of the university because of a false arrest. As I sat in the president's office I noticed someone in the chair next to me who was turning their head sharply away from me and staring at the wall. I asked if I knew him as he appeared familiar. He turned and said "yes" and I saw that it was Corvallis' City Manager Jon Nelson also waiting to see the president.

Years before (2003) when I called Jon Nelson to ask to speak about the illegal and dangerous placements being made of criminals around seventeen children at Pickford/Leonard he tried to talk me out of speaking before the City Council. Corvallis subsidized that housing that was violating federal statutes enacted by Congress to protect children from pedophiles and other dangerous felons.

I visited the Benton County District Attorney's office three times with requests for pictures from the assault. D.A. Scott Heiser came out of his office and told me that he did not have the pictures. I told him that I watched Lisa Trimble take the pictures with a digital camera and that I was going to continue to speak the truth about this case loud and clear.

Scott Heiser said: "This case is not about the truth."

I had a wonderful Corvallis attorney for a time and he took notes while talking to Scott Heiser on the phone where he wrote "she is a thorn in Scott's side because of housing" issues.

Scott Heiser resigned shortly after that.

I ran into the new Benton County District Attorney, John Haroldson, in the Corvallis Goodwill Store and he introduced me to his wife and then added,

"I want you to know that it was not my idea to take these charges out against you."

Benton County forced me to go to court about twenty times over a two-and-one-half year span before I insisted on an out-of-town judge and attorney.

I met a wonderful attorney from Salem and the first time that she came to Corvallis to meet me we sat on a bench outside of the Courthouse to talk. She told me that the D.A.'s assistant Chris Stringer had met her and told her a few minutes before that I was insane. I remember the look in her eyes as she searched my eyes when we first met and then after the case was over she said she had never seen anything like the "war" between me and the county.

One of my witnesses for federal court called my cell phone number and got the Benton County Sheriff's Department's answering machine.

For years I was met and accompanied by sheriff's cars or police cars as I drove in Corvallis. Verizon Wireless wrote to me that most likely my location was being monitored by the GPS on my phone and this was not legal.

Retired State's Supreme Court Judge George VanHoomison came to Corvallis from Portland and I was found "Not Guilty" of interfering with the peaceful duties of the Corvallis police before a jury and against the lies of police officers.

I sought help from the governor's office.

Oregon Governor Ted Kulongoski's office told me that my allegations about James Hackett and the Linn Benton Housing Authority were so serious that the only way that I would get resolve was to file a federal lawsuit -- so I did. (I learned recently that Governor Kulongoski's administration had a quiet plan to empty the State Hospital and sprinkle counties throughout Oregon with "group homes" housing registered sex offenders in neighborhoods with children. This is hidden under the guise of mental health and addiction. Some of the individuals housed in these homes are predatory and extremely dangerous.)

I was told on August 20, 2007 that the computer picked Judge Michael R. Hogan to preside over my case. I knew nothing of this man.

I requested a jury trial.

I left the brand new multimillion dollar court house feeling like finally Justice would be served. I felt deeply grateful that in our wonderful country a single mom who cared deeply for children and had witnessed the actions and inactions of a corrupt housing authority, an unwillingness to assume oversight by the Benton County Commissioners, a failing HUD system, and city and county officials who were covering for each other, could represent herself and finally be heard in the United States District Court.

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