The police called the other day. Constable M ( I am going to refer to the officer as Constable M and preserve his anonymity, as he may have been ordered to contact me) texted me at 830 at night and asked me to immediately come to the police station to talk about the letter that was dropped off a while ago at the Brodie Street Library.
I told the Constable that I didn’t drop the letter off and that I had no knowledge whatsoever of who did. Constable M stated to me that because my name was mentioned in the letter, they wanted to talk to me that night, and at that time of night. Because I had no one to go with me and I didn’t want to go alone, I didn’t go.
The next day I obtained legal advice concerning this request by the police and was advised that it would be very foolish of me to go to the police station to discuss a crime I did not commit and have absolutely no knowledge of. It was pointed out to me that the crime occurred more than a week previous, so why ask me in now? It was also thought odd that the police didn’t come to me at my convenience, but instead, asked that I go to them - immediately.
In addition, I learned that the simple act of attending at the police station to discuss a crime, could result in the creation of an electronic “file” on me that I would carry, perhaps, forever. Further, it was suggested, that I could be, surreptitiously, recorded, photographed, and even have my finger prints “taken.” Constable M did not mention any of this.
I then considered my recent experience with the Thunder Bay Police. I thought of the following:
1. No charges have been laid against any one of the individuals who stated “they would find me and kill me,” that I would “end up in a ditch,” or that they “hoped I would be lynched.” No charges. None.
2. No charges were laid against the individual who screamed and yelled at the door of my business. When the police attended they falsely told me that my business was “public property” and they shook the demonstrators hands before leaving. No one shook my hand and no charges were laid. None.
3. No charges were laid against the individual who plastered the door of my business and demonstrated at my door and all over town. He did get his picture taken shaking hands with Clint Harris of the Chronicle Journal however, but no charges were laid. None.
4. No charges were laid against any of the hoodlums who demonstrated against me at the InterCity food court. They hopped up on the furniture, yelled and screamed and waved flags while denouncing me, but no charges were laid. None.
My next thoughts concerned my recent experience with Police Chief Levesque. I asked myself the following questions:
1. What kind of Police Chief would write a letter to the CJ to condemn a citizen for offering a reward for the arrest of the 7 punks who viciously committed an unprovoked attack on a “white boy?”
2. What kind of Police Chief would falsely state in his letter that the citizen who offered the reward gave “erroneous information” in the reward offer?
3. What kind of Police Chief would intentionally play with the truth and the facts in his letter to create the understanding on the part of the reader that the citizen offering the reward couldn’t even get the phone number for the Police correct, when the truth is that the number provided was the correct number for Crime Stoppers?
4. What kind of Police Chief would state in his letter that rewards are only for “high profile crimes” when he himself is offering a reward for a few bent and broken trees?
5. What kind of Police Chief would take even one single moment “off” from trying to arrest this City’s 8th murderer, to write such a letter? Voters we have a murderer living among us. What are Chief Levesque’s priorities?
I then considered my recent statements concerning crime statistics. Anyone who reads these pages is aware that I have suggested Thunder Bay’s crime statistics are being manipulated to create the illusion crime is down. Chief Levesque may not have appreciated these comments, but I believe they are fair comments. Think about it everyone. We know Chief Levesque was willing and prepared to distort the truth to cast me, a nobody, in the worst possible light. Why then, is it not fair to question whether he is equally willing and equally prepared to distort the truth concerning crime statistics to cast himself and his department in the best possible light?
At the end of this thought process, I did not feel Chief Levesque was a man I could trust. In fact, because he has already treated me unfairly and has already attempted to hurt me, I felt he was a man I should fear.
And of course, I couldn’t forget our Mayor - Levesque’s Boss - Hobbs. Hobbs called a Press Conference for the sole and specific purpose of labeling me as being “ clearly motivated by hate and racism.” Why? Because I said no one was above the law. And I said no one could illegally blockade our roads. And I said no group has “special super citizen status,” etc. etc. Hobbs “clearly” believes otherwise.
Hobbs was my judge and his suckhole sidekick Hannam and a group of native “leaders” were my jury. The accused – me – was not invited to attend the trial. Not surprisingly, the verdict was guilty and my sentence was Hobbs issued a “licence “ to anyone and everyone, all the crazies, to “get me.”
Remember everyone, this all began when I stated gas and tobacco sales on the reserve unfairly disadvantaged retailers in our City. Subsequently, I learned reserve sales were not only unfair, but in some cases illegal.
Chief Morrisseau and others went nuts. They couldn’t accept the fact I wouldn’t apologize and/or back down. They couldn’t believe, or accept, that anyone would have the gall to question any aspect of native behavior. They had to do something, so they reached down into their bag of responses and pulled out the Race Card. I had to be a racist.
Did one single elected representative of this City come out on behalf of the tax payers being hurt by native retailing illegality? Not a chance. Not a single one. Every last one was willing to let a tax payer suffer, rather than risk upsetting a few natives. Everyone that is, except me.
The primary consideration in the minds of our Mayor and our entire City Council, when deciding whether or not to speak out on a given issue, is “will speaking out hurt me politically, will speaking out hinder my receiving more pay cheques?”
Their primary consideration should be “how can I assist my constituents? ” They can’t pick and choose who they are going to help and who they are going to ignore. When the issue involved includes tax payers being adversely affected by the illegal behaviour of non-residents, there should be no deliberation process whatsoever. They should rush to the aid of the tax payer. They should speak out on his behalf. Who else does the tax payer have to turn to?
I stood up and defended tax payers. I did exactly what Hobbs and his cowardly council should have been doing.
Why didn’t Hobbs and the rest speak out on behalf of the tax payer?
Hobbs is easy. His grand standing is easily understood. He was out for publicity and, ultimately, votes. There was an election coming up. Hobbs is a transparent, selfish, phoney. I’m not so sure his efforts met with the success he envisioned. We will see.
As for council, what you have to understand is that in put them all in a bad position. Unless they are brain dead, they know full well I am speaking the truth, but they can’t agree with me because they will be called racist. Their chances for election, or re-election, will be hurt. No one likes a racist. No one would vote for a racist. So they do nothing and they say nothing. They can’t stand up for truth, justice, and equality, because they will jeopardize their political future and their political pay cheques. How then can I do so, you ask? Simple. I don’t have a political future. Hell half ( more? ) of the world hates me. That’s ok. What I am saying is still the truth.
As for Chief Morrisseau and her gang? They have to attack me because my words are the beginning, the first crack in the protective shell of political correctness that surrounds the issues I have spoken of. Those affected by my words, have to mount an attack against me to desperately attempt to preserve the status quo.
Unfortunately, the status quo involves blatant inequality and injustice. They believe that if I am not quickly and decisively condemned, others may begin to freely express their views on these issues. They have to make an example of me to demonstrate to you – warn the rest of you – that no opposition will be tolerated.
They have to “get“ me, to stop you - stop anyone and everyone - who may have the audacity to question their exalted “special super citizen status” and the benefits that flow from such status. Silence - your silence - equals acceptance and preserves and protects the inequality and injustice.
So Constable M, having regard to all of the above, I will not be coming to the police station. I will not walk innocent and alone into the Lion’s Den. Now if you truly wish to discuss the “Library letter” with me, I invite you to visit me at the Tim Hortons by Montana’s at 8pm on Tuesday evening. I am also inviting some friends - you readers- to attend. I will allow you to photograph me and record my words.
As for the rest of the world, you can call me whatever you want; march as far as you want; hop up on as many food court tables as you want and wave as many flags as you want; you can call as many Press Conferences as you want and you can write as many Letters to the Editor as you want. I don’t care what the hell you do.
I will not stop. I will not shut up. I will not go away, until the voters tell me to go away and then I will go away forever.
I told the Constable that I didn’t drop the letter off and that I had no knowledge whatsoever of who did. Constable M stated to me that because my name was mentioned in the letter, they wanted to talk to me that night, and at that time of night. Because I had no one to go with me and I didn’t want to go alone, I didn’t go.
The next day I obtained legal advice concerning this request by the police and was advised that it would be very foolish of me to go to the police station to discuss a crime I did not commit and have absolutely no knowledge of. It was pointed out to me that the crime occurred more than a week previous, so why ask me in now? It was also thought odd that the police didn’t come to me at my convenience, but instead, asked that I go to them - immediately.
In addition, I learned that the simple act of attending at the police station to discuss a crime, could result in the creation of an electronic “file” on me that I would carry, perhaps, forever. Further, it was suggested, that I could be, surreptitiously, recorded, photographed, and even have my finger prints “taken.” Constable M did not mention any of this.
I then considered my recent experience with the Thunder Bay Police. I thought of the following:
1. No charges have been laid against any one of the individuals who stated “they would find me and kill me,” that I would “end up in a ditch,” or that they “hoped I would be lynched.” No charges. None.
2. No charges were laid against the individual who screamed and yelled at the door of my business. When the police attended they falsely told me that my business was “public property” and they shook the demonstrators hands before leaving. No one shook my hand and no charges were laid. None.
3. No charges were laid against the individual who plastered the door of my business and demonstrated at my door and all over town. He did get his picture taken shaking hands with Clint Harris of the Chronicle Journal however, but no charges were laid. None.
4. No charges were laid against any of the hoodlums who demonstrated against me at the InterCity food court. They hopped up on the furniture, yelled and screamed and waved flags while denouncing me, but no charges were laid. None.
My next thoughts concerned my recent experience with Police Chief Levesque. I asked myself the following questions:
1. What kind of Police Chief would write a letter to the CJ to condemn a citizen for offering a reward for the arrest of the 7 punks who viciously committed an unprovoked attack on a “white boy?”
2. What kind of Police Chief would falsely state in his letter that the citizen who offered the reward gave “erroneous information” in the reward offer?
3. What kind of Police Chief would intentionally play with the truth and the facts in his letter to create the understanding on the part of the reader that the citizen offering the reward couldn’t even get the phone number for the Police correct, when the truth is that the number provided was the correct number for Crime Stoppers?
4. What kind of Police Chief would state in his letter that rewards are only for “high profile crimes” when he himself is offering a reward for a few bent and broken trees?
5. What kind of Police Chief would take even one single moment “off” from trying to arrest this City’s 8th murderer, to write such a letter? Voters we have a murderer living among us. What are Chief Levesque’s priorities?
I then considered my recent statements concerning crime statistics. Anyone who reads these pages is aware that I have suggested Thunder Bay’s crime statistics are being manipulated to create the illusion crime is down. Chief Levesque may not have appreciated these comments, but I believe they are fair comments. Think about it everyone. We know Chief Levesque was willing and prepared to distort the truth to cast me, a nobody, in the worst possible light. Why then, is it not fair to question whether he is equally willing and equally prepared to distort the truth concerning crime statistics to cast himself and his department in the best possible light?
At the end of this thought process, I did not feel Chief Levesque was a man I could trust. In fact, because he has already treated me unfairly and has already attempted to hurt me, I felt he was a man I should fear.
And of course, I couldn’t forget our Mayor - Levesque’s Boss - Hobbs. Hobbs called a Press Conference for the sole and specific purpose of labeling me as being “ clearly motivated by hate and racism.” Why? Because I said no one was above the law. And I said no one could illegally blockade our roads. And I said no group has “special super citizen status,” etc. etc. Hobbs “clearly” believes otherwise.
Hobbs was my judge and his suckhole sidekick Hannam and a group of native “leaders” were my jury. The accused – me – was not invited to attend the trial. Not surprisingly, the verdict was guilty and my sentence was Hobbs issued a “licence “ to anyone and everyone, all the crazies, to “get me.”
Remember everyone, this all began when I stated gas and tobacco sales on the reserve unfairly disadvantaged retailers in our City. Subsequently, I learned reserve sales were not only unfair, but in some cases illegal.
Chief Morrisseau and others went nuts. They couldn’t accept the fact I wouldn’t apologize and/or back down. They couldn’t believe, or accept, that anyone would have the gall to question any aspect of native behavior. They had to do something, so they reached down into their bag of responses and pulled out the Race Card. I had to be a racist.
Did one single elected representative of this City come out on behalf of the tax payers being hurt by native retailing illegality? Not a chance. Not a single one. Every last one was willing to let a tax payer suffer, rather than risk upsetting a few natives. Everyone that is, except me.
The primary consideration in the minds of our Mayor and our entire City Council, when deciding whether or not to speak out on a given issue, is “will speaking out hurt me politically, will speaking out hinder my receiving more pay cheques?”
Their primary consideration should be “how can I assist my constituents? ” They can’t pick and choose who they are going to help and who they are going to ignore. When the issue involved includes tax payers being adversely affected by the illegal behaviour of non-residents, there should be no deliberation process whatsoever. They should rush to the aid of the tax payer. They should speak out on his behalf. Who else does the tax payer have to turn to?
I stood up and defended tax payers. I did exactly what Hobbs and his cowardly council should have been doing.
Why didn’t Hobbs and the rest speak out on behalf of the tax payer?
Hobbs is easy. His grand standing is easily understood. He was out for publicity and, ultimately, votes. There was an election coming up. Hobbs is a transparent, selfish, phoney. I’m not so sure his efforts met with the success he envisioned. We will see.
As for council, what you have to understand is that in put them all in a bad position. Unless they are brain dead, they know full well I am speaking the truth, but they can’t agree with me because they will be called racist. Their chances for election, or re-election, will be hurt. No one likes a racist. No one would vote for a racist. So they do nothing and they say nothing. They can’t stand up for truth, justice, and equality, because they will jeopardize their political future and their political pay cheques. How then can I do so, you ask? Simple. I don’t have a political future. Hell half ( more? ) of the world hates me. That’s ok. What I am saying is still the truth.
As for Chief Morrisseau and her gang? They have to attack me because my words are the beginning, the first crack in the protective shell of political correctness that surrounds the issues I have spoken of. Those affected by my words, have to mount an attack against me to desperately attempt to preserve the status quo.
Unfortunately, the status quo involves blatant inequality and injustice. They believe that if I am not quickly and decisively condemned, others may begin to freely express their views on these issues. They have to make an example of me to demonstrate to you – warn the rest of you – that no opposition will be tolerated.
They have to “get“ me, to stop you - stop anyone and everyone - who may have the audacity to question their exalted “special super citizen status” and the benefits that flow from such status. Silence - your silence - equals acceptance and preserves and protects the inequality and injustice.
So Constable M, having regard to all of the above, I will not be coming to the police station. I will not walk innocent and alone into the Lion’s Den. Now if you truly wish to discuss the “Library letter” with me, I invite you to visit me at the Tim Hortons by Montana’s at 8pm on Tuesday evening. I am also inviting some friends - you readers- to attend. I will allow you to photograph me and record my words.
As for the rest of the world, you can call me whatever you want; march as far as you want; hop up on as many food court tables as you want and wave as many flags as you want; you can call as many Press Conferences as you want and you can write as many Letters to the Editor as you want. I don’t care what the hell you do.
I will not stop. I will not shut up. I will not go away, until the voters tell me to go away and then I will go away forever.