I have gone out and lived among people I intended to write about; none of my writing has had a fictitious background. Whether they are hawker, bee-keepers, fisherman, reporters, doctors, lawyers, students or slum-dwelling drifters, I have had some in-depth experience with them. In the past, other writers and journalist, for first-hand experience, have gone out, dyed their hair, put on appropriate clothing, pretended to be drunk and have gotten arrested to get the story, from the horse’s mouth, about what the average person goes through, and to find out if their civil rights are being violated. In many cases, the newspaper will pay for these articles and cover the expenses. In my time as a writer, I have uncovered some unbelievable things, many of which I have not shared yet. What I did not cover was the bitter knowledge I came in by that goal, or waiting in the reception house courtyard between a serial killer and a manic white supremacists being removed to a home for the dying. The media feels that my work is very provocative and that it may fall foul of the censors. Still may people complain that the media no longer releases original projects or hard hitting investigations. Many middle-aged people, in the suburbs, feel like the news went from being like a Victorian house, unique, detailed, thought provoking, and with great architecture, to a modern cookie cutter villa, where all the reporters lookalike, dress alike, speak the same and report all the same stories on every station you watch. Judging by this description, there is a market for me to inform the public about some of the things going on behind the scenes, in everyday life.

I am not sure why I am so interested in sociological and political states, but I love people above all, and find them inexhaustibly interesting; especially the dirty, tragic, cheery people—their bravery and their horrible patience—I like those, and as a writer, stray far from these people seems highly improbable. Many of you, underneath are scared, angry, hurt, ashamed or on the brink of ending your own life. Darkness is more eligible than light to those whose deeds are evil. Someone does you very wrong, for a very long time, and there is really no one you can talk to about it and no one seems to be helping yourself. This person takes it up a notch by having a lawyer threaten you, when you are the one being harassed. Many people know about what is going on, but no one is speaking up or standing up for you. Some people are scared that they will lose their jobs, damage their reputation, and others are just now tuning in, and finding out what is going on. Knowing that no one may stand up for you, you then decide to ignore your friends and family, and try to repress the issues, block everyone out and act like nothing happened just because you cannot explain what has been going on and witnesses, in the past, have admitted that they would cover for each other, leaving you to look like a fool. Why should a man so carelessly cast him or herself away, by giving heed to a stranger? These whispering and change of thoughts proves that sin is in the World. Nonetheless, criminals, stalkers, and thugs usually have more than one victim, and you are probably not the first, which is why they are so smooth.

People also need to realize, when you see a crime happen, and a group keeps attacking one individual, you need to speak up about that because it is illegal. Not only that, what if this person you are sitting back watching be harassed kills themselves, as they truly feel that have no one to turn to and have reached out to many? Wickedness, like a flood, is like to drown our World. And it is not fair that these thugs are out there, with prestigious jobs, and paid to pick on someone who is just getting started. However, the finest perception may err in its estimate of the inscrutable work of the Almighty, what is done in the dark will be brought to the light and everyone with their hands in that pot will be punished. It is difficult getting of good doctrine in erroneous times. Though to let loose the bridle to lusts, while our opinions are against such things, is bad; yet to sin, and plead a toleration so to do, is worse. It is not right to sit back and just watch someone be taken advantage of, physically attacked, denied their rights, and have to find a way to make it, while the aggressors are all in your face smiling like they are good people, when they are not. They are getting paid, when you are the one who should be working and paid well. They took it upon themselves to attack you, but the newsroom is protecting them. The thing is, some reporters are unethical and will stand up for their colleagues, instead of doing what is honorable and letting their superiors know, yes, that reporter has been stalking and harassing that person, but everyone is covering up for him. Just remember, evil often stops short of itself and dies with the doer(s) of it; but good, never! You do not know, for you could never learn it from your own heart, which is all purity and rectitude, what a mixture of good there may be in things evil: and how the greatest criminal, if you look at his conduct from his own point of view, or from any side point, may seem not so unquestionably guilty, after all. So how do you heal when you are still being harassed, and are being threaten by a lawyer?

To be continued…..