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May 19, 2011
--The New York Times
Yesterday, I left a voicemail message at the New York Times, saying that I had noticed I was having some trouble concentrating, that the pressure and constant, vicious attacks of the past year and a half were getting to me.
Here's the first headline on their front page today:
"PRIVATE PRISONS FOUND TO OFFER LITTLE IN SAVINGS
FEW EFFICIENCIES FOUND
In Arizona, Costs Are Cut by Avoiding the Sickest Inmates."
Here are more headlines from the front page:
"Many With New College Degree Find the Job Market Humbling"
"Scandal, Crime Share Theme: Scrutiny Falls on the Women"
"Cast Adrift in the Milky Way, Billions of Planets, All Alone"
Here's another one, that I think is HILARIOUS:
"A Proud Theater's Downfall"
Whatever. Every once in a while, the pressure gets to me and I need to take a break; everybody knows that already. The NYT is gross, and has, amazingly, reached a new low.
@10:13 a.m.
--The use of the Phoebe Prince story as code
Probably the only reason that the suicide of Phoebe Prince got the attention that it did was that she was living in South Hadley, Massachusetts.
My parents live on Hadley Road in Vermont, and I was staying with them then.
By March 29, 2010, when a New York Daily News article says that "nine Massachusetts teens were indicted" for driving her to suicide, I had been the focus of specific, sexual bullying by much of the Internet, media and many celebrities for about 6 weeks.
Before the bullying became sexual in nature, the Internet, the media, and TV drama and comedy shows such as those on FOX had bullied me about being Jewish, bullied me about having a psychiatric history, bullied me about things from my past that I had already taken immediate responsibility for and explained over and over again.
By May 2010, corporations such as Shaw's around the corner from my house had gotten involved, too, putting big posters of fish, cheese and wine in their windows.
I didn't watch much of what anyone in the government was doing until soon after the day that I noticed that a celebrity whose romantic advances I had rejected had put a picture of President Obama on one of his blog posts, with a large caption above the picture saying "GET IN THE GAME!" I don't remember exactly when that was; I think it was sometime in June 2010. It was the same celebrity whose completely unfounded interest in vengeance was supported by companies such as Exxon/Mobil, which has put up signs at its gas stations since last summer saying "Engines Adore Clean." All of the "Engines Adore Clean" signs have the name of the Exxon/Mobil harassment campaign website on them, "fuelprogress.com".
I really don't think that the campaign to enslave women and children to men can be considered "progress."
The fact that that same celebrity has supported environmental causes for several years was also the reason that I started getting compared to environmenal problems such as the Gulf oil spill, with the mantra of "Cleaning Up the Gulf," and all kinds of jokes about getting things "clean," "cleaned" and "cleaned up."
Soon after the celebrity exhorted President Obama to "Get in the game" of trying to get me harassed and killed, I did see that Google searches of the name Barack Obama showed that the President had started to become involved in the harassment, and it's been going on ever since.
The Phoebe Prince story was used as code immediately by media entities such as Slate, which surrounded stories about Ms. Prince with the same kind of harassment symbols as they were using for me; fish and cheese, and so on. She's been getting mocked for a year by many of the same people who have been sexually harassing me.
It's interesting that the New York Daily News article I saw today said that Phoebe Prince was a "new girl" at the high school where she got bullied. I just took a look at the FOX website; there's an ad on it for a show called "New Girl." The picture of the "new girl" in it shows her wearing a red dress.
That ad is in a box of four pictures for shows. The picture below the "New Girl" ad shows a guy with a bunch of ships behind him. Next to the guy at the dock is an ad for a show called "Alcatraz," and shows a picture of the prison surrounded by water. There's also a very large ad in rotation with others, above the box of four ads, that says "$5 Million Auditions." At one point during the fall of 2010, I foolishly tried to defend myself against the constant onslaught by saying "I don't see how someone who's only slept with 5 people in her life can be called a slut," and it's been nothing but "5" this and "5" that ever since.
The reason for things such as a 36-year-old woman being called as slut for having slept with a total of 5 people in her entire life that is that there is nothing in this situation that has anything to do with me. I'm just a symbol; I object to women being degraded, and since the complete annihilation of women's dignity and the erosion of the gains they've made over the past several decades are the goals of the harassers, everything I say or do gets rooted through and twisted around to try to make it seem as if I deserve what's happened.
Whatever it is that people in the town where I'm living and anyone who's just a spectator to the situation thinks of me, I'm pretty sure that Phoebe Prince never did anything to deserve to be mocked the way that I've been mocked, and I'm quite sure that she never did anything that deserved her getting compared to criminals. Her tormentors got charged with criminal harassment, didn't they?
In addition to that, I'll state again that nobody could possibly deserve what I've been through. If there's anyone from my past who thinks that I should be charged with a crime from that time, then he or she is more than welcome to come forward and say so.
Copyright L. Kochman May 19, 2011 @ 10:37 a.m., with revisions @ 11:02 a.m.
I feel as if I should add a note here; the 5 people I slept with were all people I knew before I was remotely famous. I've never slept with a celebrity, or met any of the people who have been part of this seemingly interminable disaster for human rights.
@11:17 a.m.
---More about Phoebe Prince
The March 29, 2010 article about Phoebe Prince also described her as being from a "tiny seaside hamlet in County Clare." It's all about harassment; "seaside," and "hamlet," for "ham," calling her a pig. Earlier today when I found the article from a Google search, it had harassing ads all over it; pictures of Prince Edward Island, etc. At this hour, 10:12 pm., there's still an ad showing a woman with a mask over her nose, referencing a town in Vermont. There's also a large ad at the end of the page that says "UTOG: The Hottest Oil Penny Stock." There are also ads on it saying "Criminal Arrest Records: Search Anybody's Records."
I'll tell you what, Google; there's no number of times that I or anyone else could be arrested that could justify you or anyone else mocking Phoebe Prince in her death.
--Some Notable Incidents
Today, as I was walking, I saw that a car had pulled up and stopped by the side of the road several yards in front of me. The guy had stopped his car in front of the entrance to a local Ford dealership. As I walked past the car, I saw that he had a large container of beer in his cupholder. He leaned over and said "Heeeey" to me through the open, passenger side window. I kept walking; I walked into the parking lot of the dealership.
A few minutes later, when the guy realized that I was going into the building and that I wasn't going to give him a chance to park in front of me and wait for me by the side of the road again, he slowly drove away.
He was driving a russet-colored Hyundai Accent. The license plate number was "DTY 375."
I walked into the Ford dealership and wrote what had happened on the back of one their fliers. I told the guy behind the counter what had happened and asked him if I could sit there for a few minutes until I was sure that the guy in the car was gone. He said "Sure."
Everyone else who worked there came out front, and within a few minutes they were making comments such as "I'm a floater," and "I'm going to join the army," "I grew up in the army." At one point on of them said to another one "You need to clean up your bay." I don't know if that staff member was trying to get the other ones away from me and give them back some of what they were trying to do to me or if that staff member was trying to make a comment to be harassing toward me.
One thing that I noticed it said on the bulletin board behind the desk was "We service and sell Fisher snowplows."
I left and kept walking.
At about 5:35 p.m., I was sitting on a paved section to the side of the road; people can park their cars there and walk around in a field. Some guys drove by behind me in a truck and yelled out the window "FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!!"
I sat there for a few minutes after they were gone. Then I decided I should probably get going in case they decided to come back. I walked until I got to a parking lot and saw a woman coming out to her car. I asked her if she was going in the direction I was going; she said "no." I told her what had just happened with the guys in the truck, and she said I should go into the business she'd just left and ask them if I could use their phone to call the police and get a police escort home. She said that what had happened was scary, and I agreed with her.
I did go into the business and they let me call the police. I told the police who I was, what had happened, and asked for a ride home. They said "It's going to be a while; we're really busy."
An hour later, I was still sitting there, waiting for the police car. I called the station back and said "Those guys are probably long gone. I'll probably be ok to get home by myself." The police officer said "Yeah, you'll probably be fine. We've been completely busy."
The police station is only a few minutes away from where I was by car. It really wouldn't have been a problem for them to help me.
Finally yesterday, I went in and got a police officer to remove the large, yellow, "Wet Floor" sign that had been on the carpet in the middle of the lobby of the police station for the past several weeks. The way I put it was this, without mentioning Gannett News Service or Parade magazine:
A couple of days ago, after the Gannett News Service-published Parade magazine in the Sunday Times Argus published a full-page ad about "juicy roast beef and provolone cheese" sandwiches, I was walking on the sidewalk and a teenage boy skateboarded toward me. I crossed the street and gave him the sidewalk; he called after me "There goes a juicy one!"
I, being the soul of self-restraint, yelled back "Where are all your little friends, you punk!?" because I assumed that he was one of the boys from the gang that was hassling me with the same terminology a couple of weeks ago. I had reported that incident on my blog, that I'd walked by a group of boys and they'd started saying things like "There goes a juicy one...she likes the juicy ones that come out of my butt," and yelling "Juicy one!" at me as a group, and then this past Sunday, Parade magazine had the ad about "juicy" sandwiches. If Parade and Gannett News Service were trying to support my being harassed that way, why?
Later in the same day a couple of days ago ( have to go, can't edit more) as I was on my way back to the shelter, two of the boys came out of one of the houses on my street and started yelling "Juicy one! Juicy one!" I said "Oh, yeah, I forgot; I was going to go the police station today and fill out a statement about you. Do you want to follow me there now, because that's where I'm going."
I turned around and went back the other way, to walk to the police station as I'd told them to tell the father who's appeared and encouraged them that day I would do if it happened again.
They got on their bikes and started after me, yelling. I looked up to see a man standing in his driveway; I said "Those boys are coming to harass me." He walked to the edge of the street and looked out at the boys, and they turned their bikes around and went the other way.
I did go to the police station, and told a police officer what happened. He called the father of one of the boys, and according the officer, the father promised to put a stop to the harassment by the young teenagers. The officer said "If it doesn't stop, you tell me."
I thanked him, and I also said "There's no reason for that "Wet Floor" sign to be there." I said more than that, along the lines that I thought he probably knew who I was.
He said "The sign's going to stay there."
I said "Why is that?"
He said "Because that's where they put it."
The sign had been there, right in the middle of the completely dry carpet, in the middle of the completely dry floor of the lobby, for weeks. It was the first thing visible through the glass, front doors of the police station.
The next day, I went back to the station and spoke to a different supervisor about the sign. I explained what had happened with the boys and with the father of one of the boys, and I said "What if that kid does more harassment? Why should the father get a citation or otherwise in trouble with the police for not being able to stop his kid from doing something that the police are encouraging? Everybody knows what that "Wet Floor" sign is about."
The officer said, "I can move it right now," and he did.
However, today....no police when I could have used their help. Not good.
There are several things on and around the bulletin board in the front entrance of the police station, just before the lobby. One thing is a poster showing a drop of water in a pond; it says something like "One drop of water can cause a crash," and it's some of kind Victim Protection Program.
Let's get something straight. I don't identify myself as a victim, because I have refused to be victimized by the people who have most wanted to victimize me. However, if there were an identifiable victim in this harassment situation, it wouldn't be any of the harassers. It has been an unprecedented, continuous, merciless attack with life-threatening consequences for me. I can't even begin to imagine how the big harassers justify it to themselves; it's so shameful for people who have as much power as the people who have harassed me do to all gang up together, for them to identify themselves as victims and me as someone who deserves their abuse and then for them to take pride in their behavior that it almost defies description.
There's a big sign propped up against the wall under the bulletin board in the entrance to the police station that says "If you have information about arson, call this number."
I had the right to look at online information about Crystal Mangum last year and consider a different theory about what might have happened the night that she claims she was raped. I have the right to do that; you don't have to agree with what I wrote about it, but there's no reason for you to try to give me a rough time about it. It's still, in theory, a free country and I have the right to think of and write about an alternate theory than the one touted by the media.
May 19, 2011
--The New York Times
Yesterday, I left a voicemail message at the New York Times, saying that I had noticed I was having some trouble concentrating, that the pressure and constant, vicious attacks of the past year and a half were getting to me.
Here's the first headline on their front page today:
"PRIVATE PRISONS FOUND TO OFFER LITTLE IN SAVINGS
FEW EFFICIENCIES FOUND
In Arizona, Costs Are Cut by Avoiding the Sickest Inmates."
Here are more headlines from the front page:
"Many With New College Degree Find the Job Market Humbling"
"Scandal, Crime Share Theme: Scrutiny Falls on the Women"
"Cast Adrift in the Milky Way, Billions of Planets, All Alone"
Here's another one, that I think is HILARIOUS:
"A Proud Theater's Downfall"
Whatever. Every once in a while, the pressure gets to me and I need to take a break; everybody knows that already. The NYT is gross, and has, amazingly, reached a new low.
@10:13 a.m.
--The use of the Phoebe Prince story as code
Probably the only reason that the suicide of Phoebe Prince got the attention that it did was that she was living in South Hadley, Massachusetts.
My parents live on Hadley Road in Vermont, and I was staying with them then.
By March 29, 2010, when a New York Daily News article says that "nine Massachusetts teens were indicted" for driving her to suicide, I had been the focus of specific, sexual bullying by much of the Internet, media and many celebrities for about 6 weeks.
Before the bullying became sexual in nature, the Internet, the media, and TV drama and comedy shows such as those on FOX had bullied me about being Jewish, bullied me about having a psychiatric history, bullied me about things from my past that I had already taken immediate responsibility for and explained over and over again.
By May 2010, corporations such as Shaw's around the corner from my house had gotten involved, too, putting big posters of fish, cheese and wine in their windows.
I didn't watch much of what anyone in the government was doing until soon after the day that I noticed that a celebrity whose romantic advances I had rejected had put a picture of President Obama on one of his blog posts, with a large caption above the picture saying "GET IN THE GAME!" I don't remember exactly when that was; I think it was sometime in June 2010. It was the same celebrity whose completely unfounded interest in vengeance was supported by companies such as Exxon/Mobil, which has put up signs at its gas stations since last summer saying "Engines Adore Clean." All of the "Engines Adore Clean" signs have the name of the Exxon/Mobil harassment campaign website on them, "fuelprogress.com".
I really don't think that the campaign to enslave women and children to men can be considered "progress."
The fact that that same celebrity has supported environmental causes for several years was also the reason that I started getting compared to environmenal problems such as the Gulf oil spill, with the mantra of "Cleaning Up the Gulf," and all kinds of jokes about getting things "clean," "cleaned" and "cleaned up."
Soon after the celebrity exhorted President Obama to "Get in the game" of trying to get me harassed and killed, I did see that Google searches of the name Barack Obama showed that the President had started to become involved in the harassment, and it's been going on ever since.
The Phoebe Prince story was used as code immediately by media entities such as Slate, which surrounded stories about Ms. Prince with the same kind of harassment symbols as they were using for me; fish and cheese, and so on. She's been getting mocked for a year by many of the same people who have been sexually harassing me.
It's interesting that the New York Daily News article I saw today said that Phoebe Prince was a "new girl" at the high school where she got bullied. I just took a look at the FOX website; there's an ad on it for a show called "New Girl." The picture of the "new girl" in it shows her wearing a red dress.
That ad is in a box of four pictures for shows. The picture below the "New Girl" ad shows a guy with a bunch of ships behind him. Next to the guy at the dock is an ad for a show called "Alcatraz," and shows a picture of the prison surrounded by water. There's also a very large ad in rotation with others, above the box of four ads, that says "$5 Million Auditions." At one point during the fall of 2010, I foolishly tried to defend myself against the constant onslaught by saying "I don't see how someone who's only slept with 5 people in her life can be called a slut," and it's been nothing but "5" this and "5" that ever since.
The reason for things such as a 36-year-old woman being called as slut for having slept with a total of 5 people in her entire life that is that there is nothing in this situation that has anything to do with me. I'm just a symbol; I object to women being degraded, and since the complete annihilation of women's dignity and the erosion of the gains they've made over the past several decades are the goals of the harassers, everything I say or do gets rooted through and twisted around to try to make it seem as if I deserve what's happened.
Whatever it is that people in the town where I'm living and anyone who's just a spectator to the situation thinks of me, I'm pretty sure that Phoebe Prince never did anything to deserve to be mocked the way that I've been mocked, and I'm quite sure that she never did anything that deserved her getting compared to criminals. Her tormentors got charged with criminal harassment, didn't they?
In addition to that, I'll state again that nobody could possibly deserve what I've been through. If there's anyone from my past who thinks that I should be charged with a crime from that time, then he or she is more than welcome to come forward and say so.
Copyright L. Kochman May 19, 2011 @ 10:37 a.m., with revisions @ 11:02 a.m.
I feel as if I should add a note here; the 5 people I slept with were all people I knew before I was remotely famous. I've never slept with a celebrity, or met any of the people who have been part of this seemingly interminable disaster for human rights.
@11:17 a.m.
---More about Phoebe Prince
The March 29, 2010 article about Phoebe Prince also described her as being from a "tiny seaside hamlet in County Clare." It's all about harassment; "seaside," and "hamlet," for "ham," calling her a pig. Earlier today when I found the article from a Google search, it had harassing ads all over it; pictures of Prince Edward Island, etc. At this hour, 10:12 pm., there's still an ad showing a woman with a mask over her nose, referencing a town in Vermont. There's also a large ad at the end of the page that says "UTOG: The Hottest Oil Penny Stock." There are also ads on it saying "Criminal Arrest Records: Search Anybody's Records."
I'll tell you what, Google; there's no number of times that I or anyone else could be arrested that could justify you or anyone else mocking Phoebe Prince in her death.
--Some Notable Incidents
Today, as I was walking, I saw that a car had pulled up and stopped by the side of the road several yards in front of me. The guy had stopped his car in front of the entrance to a local Ford dealership. As I walked past the car, I saw that he had a large container of beer in his cupholder. He leaned over and said "Heeeey" to me through the open, passenger side window. I kept walking; I walked into the parking lot of the dealership.
A few minutes later, when the guy realized that I was going into the building and that I wasn't going to give him a chance to park in front of me and wait for me by the side of the road again, he slowly drove away.
He was driving a russet-colored Hyundai Accent. The license plate number was "DTY 375."
I walked into the Ford dealership and wrote what had happened on the back of one their fliers. I told the guy behind the counter what had happened and asked him if I could sit there for a few minutes until I was sure that the guy in the car was gone. He said "Sure."
Everyone else who worked there came out front, and within a few minutes they were making comments such as "I'm a floater," and "I'm going to join the army," "I grew up in the army." At one point on of them said to another one "You need to clean up your bay." I don't know if that staff member was trying to get the other ones away from me and give them back some of what they were trying to do to me or if that staff member was trying to make a comment to be harassing toward me.
One thing that I noticed it said on the bulletin board behind the desk was "We service and sell Fisher snowplows."
I left and kept walking.
At about 5:35 p.m., I was sitting on a paved section to the side of the road; people can park their cars there and walk around in a field. Some guys drove by behind me in a truck and yelled out the window "FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!!"
I sat there for a few minutes after they were gone. Then I decided I should probably get going in case they decided to come back. I walked until I got to a parking lot and saw a woman coming out to her car. I asked her if she was going in the direction I was going; she said "no." I told her what had just happened with the guys in the truck, and she said I should go into the business she'd just left and ask them if I could use their phone to call the police and get a police escort home. She said that what had happened was scary, and I agreed with her.
I did go into the business and they let me call the police. I told the police who I was, what had happened, and asked for a ride home. They said "It's going to be a while; we're really busy."
An hour later, I was still sitting there, waiting for the police car. I called the station back and said "Those guys are probably long gone. I'll probably be ok to get home by myself." The police officer said "Yeah, you'll probably be fine. We've been completely busy."
The police station is only a few minutes away from where I was by car. It really wouldn't have been a problem for them to help me.
Finally yesterday, I went in and got a police officer to remove the large, yellow, "Wet Floor" sign that had been on the carpet in the middle of the lobby of the police station for the past several weeks. The way I put it was this, without mentioning Gannett News Service or Parade magazine:
A couple of days ago, after the Gannett News Service-published Parade magazine in the Sunday Times Argus published a full-page ad about "juicy roast beef and provolone cheese" sandwiches, I was walking on the sidewalk and a teenage boy skateboarded toward me. I crossed the street and gave him the sidewalk; he called after me "There goes a juicy one!"
I, being the soul of self-restraint, yelled back "Where are all your little friends, you punk!?" because I assumed that he was one of the boys from the gang that was hassling me with the same terminology a couple of weeks ago. I had reported that incident on my blog, that I'd walked by a group of boys and they'd started saying things like "There goes a juicy one...she likes the juicy ones that come out of my butt," and yelling "Juicy one!" at me as a group, and then this past Sunday, Parade magazine had the ad about "juicy" sandwiches. If Parade and Gannett News Service were trying to support my being harassed that way, why?
Later in the same day a couple of days ago ( have to go, can't edit more) as I was on my way back to the shelter, two of the boys came out of one of the houses on my street and started yelling "Juicy one! Juicy one!" I said "Oh, yeah, I forgot; I was going to go the police station today and fill out a statement about you. Do you want to follow me there now, because that's where I'm going."
I turned around and went back the other way, to walk to the police station as I'd told them to tell the father who's appeared and encouraged them that day I would do if it happened again.
They got on their bikes and started after me, yelling. I looked up to see a man standing in his driveway; I said "Those boys are coming to harass me." He walked to the edge of the street and looked out at the boys, and they turned their bikes around and went the other way.
I did go to the police station, and told a police officer what happened. He called the father of one of the boys, and according the officer, the father promised to put a stop to the harassment by the young teenagers. The officer said "If it doesn't stop, you tell me."
I thanked him, and I also said "There's no reason for that "Wet Floor" sign to be there." I said more than that, along the lines that I thought he probably knew who I was.
He said "The sign's going to stay there."
I said "Why is that?"
He said "Because that's where they put it."
The sign had been there, right in the middle of the completely dry carpet, in the middle of the completely dry floor of the lobby, for weeks. It was the first thing visible through the glass, front doors of the police station.
The next day, I went back to the station and spoke to a different supervisor about the sign. I explained what had happened with the boys and with the father of one of the boys, and I said "What if that kid does more harassment? Why should the father get a citation or otherwise in trouble with the police for not being able to stop his kid from doing something that the police are encouraging? Everybody knows what that "Wet Floor" sign is about."
The officer said, "I can move it right now," and he did.
However, today....no police when I could have used their help. Not good.
There are several things on and around the bulletin board in the front entrance of the police station, just before the lobby. One thing is a poster showing a drop of water in a pond; it says something like "One drop of water can cause a crash," and it's some of kind Victim Protection Program.
Let's get something straight. I don't identify myself as a victim, because I have refused to be victimized by the people who have most wanted to victimize me. However, if there were an identifiable victim in this harassment situation, it wouldn't be any of the harassers. It has been an unprecedented, continuous, merciless attack with life-threatening consequences for me. I can't even begin to imagine how the big harassers justify it to themselves; it's so shameful for people who have as much power as the people who have harassed me do to all gang up together, for them to identify themselves as victims and me as someone who deserves their abuse and then for them to take pride in their behavior that it almost defies description.
There's a big sign propped up against the wall under the bulletin board in the entrance to the police station that says "If you have information about arson, call this number."
I had the right to look at online information about Crystal Mangum last year and consider a different theory about what might have happened the night that she claims she was raped. I have the right to do that; you don't have to agree with what I wrote about it, but there's no reason for you to try to give me a rough time about it. It's still, in theory, a free country and I have the right to think of and write about an alternate theory than the one touted by the media.