Randolph Harris

1820 Capitol Avenue Apt. 406

Sacramento, California 95811

916-459-9721

4 March 2015

The 14^th Amendment to the United States Constitution contains a clause prohibiting the governments of the individual states from denying any person the equal protection of the laws. I am thanking to have the opportunity to live in one of your nice units, but had I known that these apartments are specifically for the elder, disabled and former homeless, I would have never moved here. . Harassment is a serious issue, and though we might expect it on the street or even at work, it often blindsides us when we are at home. In some cases, the worse harassment comes from your neighbors.

In the past when I have spoken up about issues to management, all it did was create hostility in the environment. As far as the management goes, I am disgraced by their conduct far more than by its results. They have cameras in this building and everyone on the block hears the noise. This scene has been terribly painful, and I have my own health to consider. The Manager, Rene Johnson, spoke with the intention of making one see that, if his words implied a tentative allusion to her private affairs, she was prepared to meet and repudiate it. However, I recognized her meaning and it failed to abash me, and I went on in the same tone, “I did not mean to give offense; excuse me if I have spoken too plainly. However, you are not playing by the books-why do you put up this kind of bluff? You know there have been times when you were bothered–dammed bothered–and as a girl gets older, and things keep moving along, why, before she knows it, the things she wants are liable to move past her and not come back. I do not say it anywhere near that with you yet; but you have had a taste of bothers that a girl like yourself ought never to have known about, and what I am offering you is the chance to turn your back on them once for all.”

Some of these people, in this apartment complex are wild and have severe mental issues, and the management crams a lot of dysfunctional people all in one place and they sit around and gossip, slander and physically attack others, and the management pretends to not be aware of the issues in the building, even when you bring the matters to their attention. This environment is unsafe and unhealthy for anyone. One cannot even have peace in their own apartment without being disturbed.

The house law states that the landlord must maintain the rental in a safe and sanitary condition. The management and residents in my building have been harassing me and creating problems and the management pretends not to know what is going on and refuses to address the issues that take place in this apartment complex. I have spinal bifida and ulcerative colitis, recently had surgery on my bladder and also fractured two vertebrae in my spine, so I really need my peace and quiet so I can recover. These are physical and intestin issues. I am here for my security and protection. That picture is recent and look how bruised my neck still is at the date listed on the image, compared to the attack back, which happened in October of 2014.

Here are a few of the dangerous incidents that I have had to endure:

On 29 October 2014, at about 4.40pm, Betty from 1820 Capitol Avenue apartment 604, Sacramento, California 95811 choked me, twice, after cursing at me because I would not take her to the store she wanted to go to. I thought that this person had a touch of elegant familiarity to her appearance. I was silent, smiling faintly, with my eyes absently resting on his face, as Better was screaming and hollering at me, not sure why his image was on my mind. Nonetheless, I was in reality reflecting that a declaration would take some time to make, and that Caleb must surely appear before the moment of refusal had been reached. My brooding look, as of a mind withdrawn yet not avertted, seemd to Betty as full of subtle encouragement, and she choked me in my car. She would not have liked any evidence of eagerness. “I mean to have her too,” Betty repeated, with a laugh intended to strengthen her self-assurance. “I generally have got what I wanted in life, you little Bitch! I wanted money, and I’ve got more than I know hot to invest; and now the money doesn’t seem to be og, any account unless I can spent it on the right woman,” She explained.

The police report number is: T14020722.

On 1 January 2015, at 11.37 pm, I was in the shower and heard some loud banging noises on my door, when I went to check to see what it was, it was my neighbor, Carol, from 1820 Capitol Avenue, apartment 409, Sacramento, California 95811. Carol was intoxicated and kicking on my door because she was out of her mind and she would not let me close the door, I had to phone law enforcement. I went to my room and bolted the door, I was trembling with fear and anger–the rush of the furies’ wings was in my ears. There was not way to escape, I was shut in with dishonour. Someone was to come to me at four. I had to put him off without a word–but my heart leaped at the thought of seeing him. Oh, if he really understood, if he would help me. I remembered Gerty’s words: “I know him—he will help you”; and her mind clung to them as as sick person might cling to a healing relic. She said he would gather my broken life, and put it together in some new semblance in which no trace of the past should remain! He had always made me feel like I was worthy of better things, and that I never been in greater need of such solace. The police report number for this incident is: 2015-1802661

On 13 February 2015, at about 2.30pm, a person claiming to be from house, knocked on my door and demanded entry to do an inspection of my oven, which was unannounced, I let her come in and I was baking at the time and she asked me to open the oven so she could have a look inside, while I was cooking. Legally, housing has to give the tenants a 48 hour notice to enter the unit and that legal right was violated. However, the hour sped on and Caleb did not arrive, I was expecting a guest. Doubtless he had been detained, or had misread the hurriedly scrawled note, taking the four for a five. The ringing of the door-bell a few minutes after five confider this supposition, and made me hastily resolve to write more legibly in the future.

On 2 March 2015, the manager of the building, at 1820 Capitol Avenue, Sacramento, California 95811, Rene Johnson put a 24 hour tow notice on my car, and I was not feeling well, someone knocked on my door and told me about it, so I went down to the office and talked to one of the technicians and he said that he would take care of it. The notice said that this is residents parking only, I have lived at this building for 7 years, and just resubmitted my parking audit on 4 November 2014, and my information is located on record in the office, so the manager, Rene Johnson, was simply creating a problem and not doing her job by checking the documents that are on file in the office to prevent situations like this.

Also, on 3 March 2014, I was in the bathroom throwing up, and there was a knock at my door, around 3.30pm. It was my neighbor Marty, for apartment 410, and he started hollering and screaming at me like he lost his mind. I had to call the police on him and file a report. As I was trying to leave the building, Marty kept screaming at me and throwing his hands and the air and kept forcing the elevator doors open. However, that is not my character: if I want a thing I am willing to pay: I do not go up to the counter, and then wonder if the article is worth the price. I would not be satisfied to entertain like the way Marty does. I want something that would look more easy and natural, more as if I took it in my stride. And it just takes two things to do that, money and the right person. The police report number for this incident is also: 2015-1802661.

In order to resolve this matter, I would like to live in a place where adults can respect each other and management does not create issues with the residents, but actively tried to solve them. If possible, I would like for a representative from HUD to talk to the management and residents to let them know it is not okay to harassing your neighbors or the people who are renting. The reaction to the way the neighbor’s have been troubling me and the threatening note Rene Johnson left on my car caused me a sharp pang, but after passing the movement of irritation at the clumsiness of fate, and at my own carelessness in not denying the door to all but Mr. Doug Johnson, I controlled myself and greeted Caleb amicably. It was annoying that when Doug came, should find that a particular visitor in possession, but I was the other reason he was out at night, I was all the things he thought she might, I was on the side and that was alright. Doug Johnson seemed distinctly negligible.

The colour burned in my face as he ended; there was no mistake the point he meant to make, and to permit it to pass unheeded was a fatal confession of weakness, while to resent it too openly was to risk offending him at a perilous moment.  Indignation quivered on my lip; but it was quelled by the secret voice which warned her, and even at the moment when it was essential that he should show himself at his best, he did not scruple to let her see how much he knew. How then would Doug use his power when my expression of contempt had dispelled his one motive for restraint? My whole future might hinge on my way of answering him: I had to stop and consider that, in the stress of my other anxieties, as a breathless lawyer may have to pause at the cross-roads and try to decide coolly which turn to take. And I have to have a place to live and the ability to support myself, as I cannot depend on anyone as a method of supplementing my income, therefore, I contacted HUD, a lawyer, the Department of Fair Housing and the media. I did not like the way I have been abused and violated.

I did not speak, and he continued,warming with his theme: “Tell you what it is, though, that kind of lifestyle you live and the way you look cost more than the rest of ’em put together. If you are going to ignore this reference to the pearls and family jewels, they want to be better than anybody else’s–and so it is with everything else. You know what I mean-you know it’s only showy things that are cheap. Well, I should want you to be able to take the Earth for granted if you wanted to. I know there’s one thing vulgar about money, and that’s the thinking about it; and Harris Would have to demean himself in the way.” He paused, and then added, with an unfortunate lapse to an earlier manner: “I guess you know the man I’ve got in my view.”

Sincerely,

Randolph Harris