BOTTOM FEEDERS PART II LOST in the Bottom Feeders World (YOU BE the JUDGE)

FREEDOM from BOTTOM FEEDERS

From California to Arizona, Missouri, Michigan, Kansas and now Oklahoma, the Bottom Feeders in positions of power have plagued me.   Being held captive by a system for which there was no escape; due to disabilities and economics associated with such, I had reached out to all available worldly systems in place, to help me move beyond my disabilities, harsh economics and abuse to no avail. My last stop was breaking down outside the city of Shawnee, Oklahoma.

Fleeing from my LAST abuser, or so I thought, even if it meant I would again, live on the streets of California or Arizona I happened to break down outside Shawnee, Oklahoma, which was not on my, itinerary.  But nothing in God's world happens by mistake...  I yet again, turn another page of my life's many trials...

I guess I had preconceived notions that the Native American, Oklahoman, Bible Belt; was full of nice Native Americans, Happy Christ-like Christians, and a blend of other cultures living blissfully side by side.   After all, I was in the bible belt where all facades should have long since past away by now, in the 21st century?... 

To help relieve my stress from the abuse, breaking down in the middle of my trip back west and to re-group, I envisioned myself broken down in an area of fascinating histories and cultures and felt a temporary peace.  I told myself  I was NOW, in Indian territory; where transitions of bigotry were a thing of the past, or at least in my minds eye had long since passed and in an area of the blending:  American Heritage, Christianity, and All Cultures of humanity standing side by side peacefully.

My visions of Native Americans communing with their Creator, valuing life giving forces of Mother nature and settled into a not so free land of their own and my preconceived notions of Indian nuances I would feel as I communed with the land where all native tribes were herded and heralded; alluded me shortly after my landing. Even though I felt I knew Native Americans' gentle hearts and strong will from my studies of past cultures and readings of the messages left behind; there was definitely something aery.

Having had many relationships with  Native Americans, true Christians in Bible Belt states among others, along with bible studies friends of many faiths and getting along with people of any faith, color, creed or economics; never prepared me for the  predigests of faiths and cultures I have witnessed since my landing in Shawnee.

It is my  belief, all of my self immersions of my professed beliefs; contributed to my even harsher realities of-- happening to break down outside the city of Shawnee; or for that matter, the state of Oklahoma.  Where by, signaling for help within MY preconceived notions of humanity,  gave me a faults since of security wanting to trust ALL, and opened me up to some Bottom Feeders of the area with the HOLIER than Thou syndrome.

These Bottom Feeders with the HOLIER than Thou Syndrome and the  --I'll Show You Disease-- have built, no matter what the cost, facades they use within their positions of power to tower over those who are at their mercy. IE:

"They feed on the lowly of hearts and the weakest in society...  the slaves, IE, children, the poor, prostitutes, those with handicaps, some elderly who are unable to fend for themselves, prisoners/captive slaves who are unable to fend for themselves due to poverty, those who are abused or who are abusing of themselves through addictions and those who have set themselves up in quagmires of ruin; who see no other escape except, to given into further ruin by submitting to more of the same yet, with the Bottom Feeders now in control, ever hoping to save the only thing of true value, their so called good name..."  (Bottom Feeders Part I.)

Having seen the backwoods of California, Arizona, Missouri, Michigan, Kansas and Oklahoma; I had never seen the true backwoods of humanity until I was drop kicked to the streets of Shawnee, Oklahoma-- by the so called people who were set up in a position to help those in need, such as I, and to then abuse that privilege...

Being a woman, single, and with no family support system in Oklahoma or elsewhere that wasn't abusive, I became lost in an unusual city with complexities hard to understand and a mix of humanity that told the truer versions of life and survival for a woman hung out to dry by her fellow human beings, in positions of power, via the systems set in place by backed up by churches and state, county and federal governments. 

Striving to always live centered with God (God/Creator) has been the only source for strength that has kept me stable in my commission in this life and not totally open for more abuses by these Bottom Feeders. Their well intrenched guises of deceptions are intertwined in every facet of society...  (READ Divide Your Government Rightly)

I will start with the latest from these Bottom Feeders of Oklahoma; those in a position of power, that should not have that honor and work back to the turmoil that sent me into the arms of the Bottom Feeders who were duly or not, elected into the positions they are supposed to serve...

(Please read Previous Articles I have posted at Gather if you are interested in some of the reasons the Bottom Feeders have come full swing; if you are interested in some of the back ground, before I get to the end of the narrative stories about  BOTTOM FEEDERS, in a position of POWER)

After pleading for some help through the Shawnee Senior Center and acquiring list of places to get help for domestic violence, below is the latest of the night mires and the end of the road.

As it stands, after 7 months of hell in Oklahoma I was finally approved for HUD housing. I have hobbled around this city I am living in with a hurt hip, fibromyalgia, myotoxicity, and stressed to the max from cold and heat with no familiar support system.  I had broken down outside this city fleeing from yet, more abuse from a so called friend of seven years.  I had put my car(one of my refuges) in storage with all my belongings accept what was stored in an 8X5 storage left behind.

On May 14, 2011 I finally got a call that HUD had an opening apt. and I was next on the list.  Being mid month and on disability I had very little money.

(Hindsight being 20/20 I remember the HUD Service Coordinator saying at the first interview in Feb., THIS was the reason most people got bumped off the list; as they had no money when an apt. was called up for them.)

Having lived in the system of poverty and abuse for so long, I have learn to always have an out.  It might be unsure and it might be hard, but living with PTSD on top of my other disabilities has made me all too familiar with the fight or flight way of life, yet always prepared.

With all my survival belongings stuffed into a 4 door Honda Accord in storage clear across town, I secured a ride from the Citizens of the Potawatomi Nation, free rides program for those in need as the local rides for those in need were $3.00 each way.  I went to the local library, which was another place of refuge from the cold and heat when they were open, and put my car on Craigs list to obtain just enough money for the rent, deposit and electrical deposit; as a broken down 1985 car is not worth much. I hobbled and hand carted all my stuff and transferred it to a sealed storage unit, allowing me to sell my car.  (The cart I bought to cart my belongings; after I was booted out of the Salvation Army for Non-compliance due to my disabilities, which made me unable to jump through all their hoops.  Another horror story to come about the Bottom Feeders.)

On May 19, 2011, I signed a lease with HUD and I hobbled and hand carted my survival belongings to my new safe refuge, or so I thought.  I was given the slew of paper work which could hardly be read in the time allotted and had questioned the HUD Service Coordinator about some of the redundancies in the paperwork.  It was about acknowledging the possibility of lead in paint.  When she, the HUD Service Coordinator, assured me the building was only 6 years old and there was no lead; as in my paper work and I had stated due to myotoxicty, I could not be around ANY sort of toxins to include mold most of all, she reassured me there was no lead or mold. She stated the building has been tested for mold and they use no lead paint, and it was a newer building.

When I had first applied at HUD for housing in Feb. 2011, I was told by the her, the HUD Service Coordinator, there was no mold and I replied, "That is wonderful!'  "Believe me if there was mold, due to my myotoxicity, I would know." I didn't tell her my symptoms/reactions to mold.

The HUD Service Coordinator then made a comment about my comment on the redundancies of paperwork in general that goes something like this, "Well welcome to the government!" "We are not just some backwoods Okies, we have to have all these papers as required by the Federal Government." I was taken aback, as I never implied they were back woods Okies, but at the time let it fly.

(Again hindsight is 20/20)

At the end of our meeting before I went out to wait on the HUD Service Coordinator , she asked when would be a good time to have the inspector come by to see what wasn't working so they could fix it.  I stated three days over the weekend and I should be able to tell what wasn't working.  I had to wait on the HUD Service Coordinator , because she had my stuff in the back of her car and had told me she would take me over and drop me off at the apartment, so I didn't have to hand cart my stuff approximately 7 blocks away.  As it got later in the day, she stated she would take me to the apt. when she was done at the office.  After about four hours we were done.  I stated I was grateful and it was good that she didn't want to waste extra gas on government payroll. I didn't want to seem ungrateful by asking her if I could take me stuff and walk.  By then it was mid day and too hot for me to be out in the sun if I didn't have to. 

Then the nightmare begins...

I had a spent time in the heat going back and forth to my storage toteing everything by hand cart to get what was left of my belongs to be able to live.  On Thurs. & Fri. I was allowed one cart and a few bags by the Citizen's of the Potawatomi Nation free rides program.  They don't run on weekends, nor do they help people move.  I had a small car top carrier that was full of household goods, clothes, and camping equipment; as I had been camping on bare land in California, IE, squatting, after abuse by family members and had tools to keep my car afloat.

Monday May 23, 2011, exhausted from all the moving and stress, trying to jump through hoops to, electric in my name and get an air mattress up and the rest of my meager existence found, the 8:00 am appt. comes.  I tell the HUD inspector what doesn't work or needs fixing.  I point out the scrounge waxed over on the floor, filthy smoke and dust caked blinds, and stove filter, the deteriorating pressed wood cabinet in the bathroom...

I ask him why there is an overflow from the water heater onto the floor and why there are what look to be water pipes hanging over the electric mini water heater and ask if the water heater can be turned up to get hotter water? He doesn't know.   I turn on the shower and show him how the water only dribbles out and that you have to turn the knob all the way to hot to be able to get much water flow past 4-6 inches, which is hard to take a shower in the summer and with neck and back problems trying to enter the flow of water even harder to shower.  His reply is, "Well you do live on the upper floor so you are not going to get much water flow."  I ask him if he can move the toggle switch to the bath tub as I can't get it to move and that I can't even take a bath as the tub won't hold water. He notes it.  I show him the deteriorated bathroom water faucet and the chips in the porcelain sink so I am not held accountable for them when I leave.

He notices there are no sink filter plugs in the kitchen sinks and notes it as I am telling him I will clean behind the refrigerator and stove if someone can pull them out, as I don't want them using any toxins again and I don't care about the floor being re-done but want it noted I will clean it and asked him if what I used would be OK.  The answer was yes. This was the same floor I was not able to see when I wanted to view the apt. BEFORE I moved in. I was told the reason why I couldn't see it by the HUD Service Coordinator was, because the so called maintenance man who waxed the floor, didn't want me to walk over his nicely waxed floor and they were airing out the fumes, as I had requested if they used toxins of any sort.

The HUD inspector noted a torn screen in one of the windows and we talked about the apt. being over the pet poop area.  I stated has anyone had problems from the smell as they use their windows in the lower floors?  And would I get it radiating in through my windows as I like my fresh air.  He stated, "No one has ever complained."  I stated, "Even when the humidity kicks in?" He states, No."   I stated, "Oh, well I hope not, as I would like to be able to use my windows to cut down on the cooling bill."  He explains a funny looking outlet in the hall and tells me what it is- a night light which he notes is not working.  Those were the highlights of the inspection and then I signed his scribbles of what he marked as I could not read them.

He states, "Maintenance will be by to fix this stuff." I state, "When will that be?"  He states whenever they get around to it they will come fix it and if you are not here they will leave a notice of entry."  I state, "We can't set up an appointment?"  He states, "We have 80 some units to do maintenance on we can't make appointments." I tell him I don't like the idea of possibly walking in on someone while they are in my apartment and I will ask the HUD Service Coordinator  about making an appointment. He left at about 9-9:30.

Ultimate nightmare begins...

May 23, 2011
I had to buy groceries and take care of stuff before the heat of the day and I finally, got to lay down and rest at about 3:00pm. 
At about 3:20pm I hear this light scratching sound on my door which got my attention and then a really faint knock.  I start to get up off my air bed on the floor, with my hurt hip, which makes me even slower and before I can get to the door someone has a key my door and is opening it. I hold it shut and ask who it is.  The reply, "Maintenance."  I look through the peep hole to find it is the same maintenance person that did such a not so wonderful job on my floor, whom I had talked with in the lobby down stairs.  This was before I had had all weekend to really take in the mess of maintenance .  I stated, "What do you want?" As I looked through the peep hole he was holding a plug to go over the tub drain. I cracked the door and he handed me the plug and said all the rest is on order.  I said thank and closed the do.  My adrenaline was on high at the thought I could have been dressing or what ever when this jerk tried to walk through my door, with no other safe guard but the lock he had just opened.

I called the  HUD Service Coordinator to ask her if it is true that anyone from maintenance can come in anytime they want to do maintenance? I had just reread my lease agreement which I had fast scanned over the weekend.  She stated yes they could come in anytime they wanted and I stated, "NOT without 48 hours notice is what it states in the lease agreement." Her reply was not when you submit a work order.   I said would you like me to read the lease agreement to you?  Her statement, " I know what the lease agreement says!" "You put in a work order!"  My reply, "No  I just told your inspector what wasn't fixed before I moved in."  Her reply, "That is a work order and they come when they can." We went round about until I had to leave as I could see we were getting nowhere and I had things I had to do and was in a lot of pain and exhausted.

YOU BE THE JUDGE:


Housing Authority of the City of Shawnee, Oklahoma

PART I of the DWELLING LEASE: TERMS AND CONDITIONS

PART X Entry of the Dwelling Unit During the Term of This Lease (pg.21)

A. During the term of this Lease, the Authority, it's employees, agents or the Authority's contractor(s), shall, upon 48 hours advance notification to the Resident, be permitted to enter the Dwelling Unit during reasonable hours for the purpose of performing routine inspections and maintenance, for making improvements or repairs, for showing the Dwelling Unit for re-leasing, or for other good cause.  Notification will be made by delivery to the resident, posting the notice on the front door of the dwelling Unit, or by first class mail, properly addressed to the resident and mailed 3 days before the entry date.

B. The Authority may enter the Dwelling Unit at any time without advanced notification when there is reasonable cause to believe that an emergency exists.

C. The notice to referenced in Section X A. does not apply when entry is made at the request of the Resident for repairs or pest control.  In such case, the Authority, its employees, agents and contractors(s) shall enter the dwelling Unit during reasonable hours (7:30 A.M. to 4:00 P.M.) for purposes of performing the work order or pest control if the Resident is not present.  Section X D will apply to such entry however.

(I SPECIFICALLY STATED I WANTED TO SET UP AN APPOINTMENT)
When talking to the inspector!

D. If the Resident and all adult members of the household are absent from the Dwelling Unit at the time of entry, the Authority shall leave in the Dwelling Unit a written statement specifying the date, time and purpose of entry prior to leaving the Dwelling Unit.



The HUD Service Coordinator came to the building that day which was not one of her usual  days and I again, livid that that they felt they could enter anytime they pleased, confronted her face to face. " I had seen her come up through my window  and  stated "Oh your here!"  I thought you were here only on Wednesdays?"  She stated she had come over because all the power was off at the main office and they didn't know why.  I again told her I felt assaulted in my own apt. and that it had my PTSD on high, which she knew I had suffered with as it is in my papers work.  Her reply was "We all have stress." My reply was not ALL of us live with PTSD stress.  Again she stated HUD can have maintenance come in for a work order with out notice and stated she has already talked to the maintenance guy. And what more could she do to make me feel safe?  I stated getting a lock I can use from the inside on the front door and on my bedroom door so this never happens again.  She stated she would look into it.

HUD's Bottom Feeders follow up from there was:

(May 27-31)

This very same maintenance guy leaves  a (notice of entry) on my door 20 minutes. before HUD office closes on the Memorial Weekend (May 27-31), Stating, He will be back at my door 7:45 in the morning to accost me again with his so called maintenance; the day after the holiday weekend, so I have no recourse to do anything.... AND, I am thinking this jerk came in while I was sleeping; as the notice stated notice of entry and fell off my door while I opened it from the inside.

From  May 23- June 24, 2011 NO LOCKS and the terrorizing continued...

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