A Case of Attempted Murder, Part II

Williamsburg /James City County Corruption, Joseph Lakritz, Dorothy Lakritz

In Part I, I left off driving myself to the doctor's office.

It is just about 10 miles from the house to downtown Williamsburg, VA.  As I was driving along Route 60, the rain began to fall again and my hand kept going to my throat.  I hurt both physically and mentally.  I couldn't understand why I was being treated this way.  Why didn't the police help me?

I arrived at the doctor's office sometime around 6 or 6:30, filled out the forms and sat and waited.  I guess because of the rain, there weren't many people there, but the time passed slowly.  I was finally called into the exam room.

After the usual pre-exam by the nurse, the doctor came in to see me.  On the chart, he noted the hand print on my throat.  He was outraged that the police did not take pictures.  He left the exam room and went to the common area of the interior office.  I followed.

I stood as he made the call to the police to ask why there had been no pictures taken.  His demeanor changed as he listened to the person on the other end.  He never again looked at me.  He hung up the phone and informed me that if I wanted to, I would have to file charges with the Magistrate.  He told me they would take pictures. He handed the chart to the nurse to type up the follow-up instructions and went into an exam room.  That was the last I saw of him that night.

By now, it was dark and the deluge was once again upon Williamsburg.  The Magistrate's Office is located in the Virginia Peninsula Regional Jail several miles across town.  I headed there.

When I got there, it seemed like an eternity.  The Magistrate took a long time to answer the bell.  I told him why I was there and filled out the forms, but when I went to hand them to him, he said that I needed a copy of the doctor's report.  By now, it was after 8 o'clock.  I didn't know if I could make it back to the office in time.  But I vowed to try.  Before I left, he told me that if my mother-in-law left town, they would not go after her, no matter the circumstances. I remember calling my husband and leaving a message on his machine informing him what I had been told in regards to her leaving town.

Somehow that night, fighting the rain, wind and the pain, I was able to return to the doctor's office and the Magistrate's Office.  I was, on the second visit, allowed to file an assault charge, nothing more.  I was not told who I should subpoena.  The only person I thought of was the real estate agent.

The next morning, there was blood in my sputum and marks on my arm from where my son had held me.  I returned to the doctor.  I got the curt treatment and a brush off in regards to the blood.  He told me it was "normal".

That Sunday was Mother's Day.  My husband would not allow my son to visit me.  On Monday, he bought him a $300 IPod, saying it was for his birthday.  His birthday was not until July, this was mid-May.  There was a pre-trial hearing, but I was never informed of it.

PartIII 

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