Bear with me as this post is a little long. Let me preface it by saying it is re-posted with the author’s permission. The Robbins Report does not confirm or deny the events that took place in the story below nor do we know the author on any personal level. I meet the author at the ultra cool website, DetroitCity.com. I read about his ordeal and I felt this needs to be heard. If its true, it fits the stupidity level often seen at the local level. Problem is, I can really see something like this happening in this town. For that sake, I’ve SEEN IT!!

While we make no claim that the events listed below are true or false, we believe the people have a right to be heard. I’ll leave the comments on for this one to allow everyone a fair chance at being heard.

If you are a lawyer, reporter or politician, maybe you should look deeper into Small Town USA and the Frog & Spider Ballet…

~ G

I spent most of my working career as an automotive die designer. For the most part, it was a pretty good life. But, ultimately I wasn’t happy. I didn’t really understand why I didn’t feel content with my life until I met the my wife and my guardian angel, Laura. It didn’t take long for her to understand what was missing.

Once she realized that music is what was missing from my life, we set our lives up so I could learn everything I could about music and the blues. She let me quit the working world and we sought out a teacher who could help me learn to read and write music and to play the guitar. We found bluesman Robert Noll.

I was living my dream. I started telling all of my neighbors of my plans to ultimately be a part of the local blues scene. That’s when all my troubles began. Although there were a few of my neighbors who embraced the idea and were extremely happy for me, most were not. When I first told the president of my homeowners’ association, it was clear she was less than happy, to say the least. She started asking questions like – “You mean you’re not going to work anymore?” And – “You mean you’re not going to cut your hair anymore?” And – “Isn’t blues ‘black’ music?” She made it clear to me she was concerned as to the type of people I would attract to our little community. It wasn’t long before I was informed that the entire board of directors of my homeowners’ association felt the same way. They started making illegal rules that prevented us from sitting on our “private” porch and from using our “private” courtyard. It didn’t matter to them that our property deed gives us “exclusive” rights to use our private porch and our private courtyard, and that we have “inseparable and undivided rights” to the property. They wanted to keep me, my long hair and my musician friends contained to the inside of my home. When it was clear that I had no intention of giving up my guaranteed property rights, they threatened to sue. I told them that I didn’t have a problem with that, and attempted to show them the portion of my property deed the guarantees our exclusive rights to the property in question. I informed them that I was confident that there wasn’t a jury in this country that would allow them to take away my property. It appeared that they understood that to be the case because we didn’t hear from them for a few months.

Life was good for a few months. The good neighbors stayed our friends and were happy for us. The board of directors and their friends just laughed at me every time they saw me. I didn’t really care. Little bigoted people are little bigoted people, and I accepted that.

Then I found out what they were up to. They hired a man named Roger Kramer to be their personal Gestapo. He was a good friend of the Rochester police chief, Ted Glynn. He came to me a few days after being hired to tell me that I couldn’t use my porch and courtyard anymore. In fact he started throwing all of my courtyard furniture onto my deck. I informed him that he was out of line and that he can’t do that. I told him that I could show him that I absolutely have exclusive rights to use my porch and courtyard, and that I absolutely have a right to keep furniture consistent with ordinary porch and courtyard use. He told me that he was in charge of this property now and that he was going to see to it that the property deed was changed. He also informed me that he was going to cost me so much money that I will have no choice but to give in, or move. A short time later I was informed that he and the board of directors were going to sue us. However, they didn’t tell me to my face. They sent two Rochester police officers to our door to inform me. I told the officers that I welcomed the suit and looked forward to beating them in court. That apparently pissed off the new property manager, Roger Kramer. So he used his powerful friends at the prosecutor’s office and the police department to put out a phony warrant for my arrest as a “disorderly person.” They would only drop the charges if I agreed to give up my property rights. They were using a phony criminal charge as blackmail to get me to give up my property rights. Negotiations went on for some time, and to make a long story short, the blackmail worked. We decided it was getting to costly to continue this legal battle, plus it was the only way I could get the bogus “disorderly person” charge dropped, so we gave in.

Shortly after all of that happened, we started going door to door to all of our neighbors to tell them what Roger Kramer and the board of directors did. We rallied the entire community and we voted the entire board out. We set out to remove Roger Kramer and his company as management. After that we got our property rights back. We even got it in writing so that what had happened couldn’t happen again. Things were good again. I was about to start up my music lessons again from Robert Noll. We just wanted to be left alone to live our lives in peace.

Then it started all over again.

Roger Kramer and his company somehow got back in as property manager. He started arranging for friends of the city, police and the prosecutor’s office to buy units in our complex. Every time a new friend moved in, they were immediately placed on the board of directors until the board was controlled by the city. Andrew Hickson, whose brother works for the city, moved in, and was immediately placed on (not elected to) the board. The Hickson brothers are personal friends to members of the police department. Christine Otto, the prosecutor’s cousin, moved in and was immediately placed on (not elected to) the board. Billy Parker, a local fireman and brother of the executive secretary to Rochester city manager, moved in and was immediately placed on (not elected to) the board. Voila!!! The city of Rochester had total control of Walnut Park Condominiums. More city-friendly people move in, but these three were the main players (along with property manager Roger Kramer and his minions) in what was to happen next.

They all knew that their scheme worked the first time when they used the criminal courts and a phony criminal charge as blackmail to get us to give up our property, so they set out to do it again.

We received notice in the form of a letter from a detective in the Rochester police department (Detective Paul Matynka). He stated that I was being accused of trespassing and that if I didn’t respond, I would be charged with the crime. I responded, in writing, by letting him know that I am an owner of the property in question and that I can prove it. It didn’t matter to him. This “detective” did absolutely no investigation at all. He didn’t care about my property deed. He never even read it. He never checked the records at Rochester city hall. He never checked the minutes of the Rochester planning commission meetings. He never checked the builder’s property proposal. And he never checked at the Oakland County register of deeds. All of those things would have proved to him that I had undivided and inseparable rights to that property. Arresting me for a crime without investigating to see if indeed a crime was committed, was denying me my 5th Amendment right of due process. But that’s what happened. A few weeks later I received in the mail a notice to appear for arraignment in criminal court. This police detective, willfully, maliciously and falsely put me in the criminal justice system.

Funny thing is, my wife wasn’t charged with any crimes. We had both been using that property, as is our right, for over ten years. Clearly, they didn’t feel comfortable putting a woman through the criminal justice system on false charges. Anyway, when my wife called the prosecutor, Sarah Cox, to tell her of all of the evidence that proved that these were false charges, the prosecutor made it sound like this was all just a misunderstanding and that it could be “worked out.” We were told to meet her at the courthouse the day of the preliminary hearing. When we got there for the hearing, Sarah Cox wasn’t even there. It was her partner, Jennifer Johnson, who showed up. The city apparently assigned the tag team of Johnson and Cox to prosecute my case. Ms. Johnson called us into a little room outside of the courtroom and presented us with an offer. She said that if we signed a contract acknowledging that we do not own that property and we agreed never to use it again, we wouldn’t have to suffer going through a criminal trial, and all charges would be dismissed. Pure and simple, we were being blackmailed. These two girls, prosecutors Jennifer Johnson and Sarah Cox, were willfully and maliciously using the criminal courts to blackmail us and extort our property rights from us.

Not a chance in the world were we going to give in to blackmail and extortion perpetrated by the same people who were responsible for prosecuting blackmail and extortion. Not a chance. After we turned down her “offer,” I asked her why the city wasn’t charging my wife. With a huge smile on her face she said, “Because we didn’t want to.”

So off to court we went.

However we had a problem. Magistrate Balion in my arraignment, ordered that I, my lawyer or any agent of mine, were forbidden to have any contact with any of the people that who had to do with the property in question. The magistrate told me that if I wanted to talk to them, I could subpoena them as witnesses at the trial. I was being prevented from talking to anyone from that homeowners’ association, so I wasn’t able to tell them that the president of their association, a lawyer friend of the prosecutor by the name of Paul Johnson, was conspiring to have me falsely put into the criminal court system. I wasn’t allowed to talk to any of them until after the trial was over.

My plan was to subpoena every last one of those people but my lawyer told me that judge Nicholson wasn’t going to allow that. So instead we chose three people that would absolutely prove that this was a fabricated case and that the prosecutor and her witnesses were willingly committing perjury and presenting false evidence to the court.

Our first witness was to be Ken Johnson, the city manager of Rochester. He was subpoenaed to show up on the day we were to present our witnesses. He was ordered to bring with him all of the records having to do with our condominium subdivision. He never showed up for the trial with the records. We were never allowed to question him at all. My 6th Amendment right to present this witnesses on my behalf went right down the toilet. Our second witness was to be the builder of the property, Chuck Schnieder. He was subpoenaed to show up on the day we were to present our witnesses. He never showed up for the trial. We were never allowed to question him at all. My 6th Amendment right to present a witness on my behalf went right down the toilet for a second time. Our third witness was to be our homeowners’ association president at the time, Marc Fuller. He never showed up for the trial. We were never allowed to question him at all. My 6th Amendment right to present a witness on my behalf went right down the toilet for a third time. My lawyer looked like a fool standing there in that courtroom waving those subpoenas in her hand while calling out each witness’s name. None of my witnesses showed up for the trial. We even went out into the hallway outside of the courtroom and called out their names. The judge was informed again that these were subpoenaed witnesses, but it didn’t matter to her. She made it clear that it wasn’t her problem. Judge Nicholson said that it was between my lawyer and me. She only kept repeating, “call your next witness.” THOSE WERE OUR ONLY F***ING WITNESSES!!! After the trial was over, we found out that all of our witness subpoenas were doctored to make it appear that our witnesses really didn’t have to show up on the day we were to present our witnesses. The prosecutor wrote by hand on the subpoenas “on standby, will call when ready.” The whole trial was a f***ing joke.

During that trial the courtroom was the scene countless crimes committed by the prosecutor and her friends. During one of the days, the judge even marched in a busload of grade-school kids from my own neighborhood and sat them in the courtroom. This was an attempt to embarrass me and to make sure that everyone of those kids from my neighborhood, and their parents, knew me as a criminal.

And guess what … without ever being allowed to present any of my subpoenaed witnesses or the records they were ordered to bring with them to court, I was found guilty of criminal trespassing. Even when the judge proclaimed her verdict, she said it was based on a preponderance of the evidence. By her own proclamation she admitted that she didn’t allow me the constitutional right of “beyond a reasonable doubt” afforded to all defendants in a criminal trial. As I said, the whole trial was a f***ing joke.

However, it didn’t end there. After that phony trial began, I put a note on the door of everyone in our complex letting them know that we were going to sue all involved in this malicious and false prosecution. After that, all hell broke loose. That’s when a series of assaults and threats on and to me occurred, and phony debts, false police reports and false criminal and civil offenses started to pile up at an accelerated pace. They coordinated an attack on me that was so awful that we would be forced to give up and move from their city. I didn’t work, though. It only made us stand firm in our resolve to sue them for their crimes.

During preparation for our lawsuit against these people we uncovered incriminating e-mails that proved a conspiracy to use the criminal court system to keep me tied up in court on various false charges. The e-mail shows the prosecutor’s cousin, Chris Otto (board member of our homeowners assoc.), coordinating the attack on me with the police chief, the police department, property manager Brad Koehn, and fellow board member Andrew Hickson. It shows how they put together a set of instructions to pass out to everyone showing them how to make formal complaints to use against me. It shows how they were going through all of the city ordinances looking for loopholes to get me on anything. They even noted how “generous” the ordinances were. It shows that the police department was then ordered to take formal reports on any complaints against me until further notice. It was a “standing order.” The e-mail even shows that they were running all of their plans by prosecutor Sarah Cox. All of this is absolute proof of a criminal conspiracy that includes the prosecutor.

One of the phony criminal offences was for “disturbing the peace.” No police ever came to our door to tell us to discontinue the alleged criminal behavior, however we were mailed notification for me to show up at the 52-3rd district court for arraignment on criminal charges for “disturbing the peace.” As I said, no police ever came to our door, so we were left to believe that the police allowed this alleged criminal behavior to continue. That doesn’t even make sense. When we got to the arraignment, we were shown the fabricated police report saying that I put my speakers on the roof of my home and was blaring music throughout the complex. We were told that the police witnessed this. It was a total lie. But that didn’t matter because the intent was to keep me tied up in criminal court on various charges. I ended up being held over to stand trial against the same prosecutor and in front of the same judge they used to falsely convict me of criminal trespassing on my own property. When I got home that day I called city hall and left a message on their answering machine. I told them that I was not going to let them get away with this. I told them that I was going to hire Spekin Labs to come to my home to prove that those speakers in my studio were permanently mounted and that everything on top of the speakers was permanently affixed so as to eliminate vibration during the recording process. The lab was going to prove that nothing in that studio had ever been moved since the studio was put together. In that message I told them that they may have control of the police and control of their friends at the 52-3rd district court, but they don’t have control of Spekin Labs. I also questioned how they were getting all of these police officers to lie for them over and over again. A few days later the charges were dropped and the police officer they claimed witnessed the crime unexpectedly decided to retired. It was a small victory for me, but at the cost of forever mounting legal fees and a huge amount of mental anguish and humiliation.

As they were keeping us tied up on various phony charges at the 52-3rd district court, they were coordinating another attack on us in the Oakland County courts. They compiled a long list of phony debts and placed a phony lien on our home. While preparing for our lawsuit against these people we uncovered evidence that their plan was to put the lien on our home … then, if the lien didn’t get us to move, they would immediately start foreclosure on our home … then, if the foreclosure didn’t get us to move, they would go directly to the judge and ask that we be ordered to move. And that was their “ultimate goal.” They made mention in e-mail and condo records many times that their “ultimate goal” was to get us to move.

Anyway, we filed our suit against these nasty people for all of their crimes against us and we spent the next two years preparing for our jury trial. We spent our entire life savings putting our case together and we had all of our ducks on a row. We had a rock solid case. There were a few things we weren’t able to get for the trial. One of the things we couldn’t get was the transcript to the phony criminal trial (case no. 02-005961) from the 52-3rd district court. It didn’t really surprise us that they didn’t allow us to get that. The transcript would have shown our jury what a sham that trial was. It would have shown our jury that the judge willingly allowed perjury on the part of the prosecutor and her lawyer witnesses. It would have also shown our jury that the judge denied us our right to our subpoena witnesses. If they released that transcript, the careers of these officers of the court would be over. To this day, nobody has ever seen those transcripts. Anyway, the jury would have been told that we weren’t being allowed those transcripts because of the malicious crimes they would have exposed.

We also asked for a long list of the condominium records. We asked that they turn over election records so we could verify that there was no legally elected board of directors. They didn’t turn over any records showing how any of the board members were elected. We asked for all of the financial records that showed how their fabricated list of debts accumulated. They didn’t turn over any of those records. We asked that they turn over all minutes for all board meetings for the time period in question. Four years of board meeting minutes were missing. The fact that all of these transcripts and condominium records were being kept secret would have shown our jury that these people were trying to prevent them from seeing the truth.

We would have won our case hands down.

But … guess what?

Just a few weeks before we were to start jury selection, judge Wendy Potts stopped our case dead in its tracks. After two years of preparation and our life savings spent, she took it upon herself to deny us our right to a jury trial. She wouldn’t even allow us to step one foot in court. We weren’t allowed to present any of our evidence or put one witness on the stand. She prevented our jury from hearing the truth about these malicious crimes against us. But she didn’t just throw our case out of court … she made a series of judgments against us that flew in the face of all the evidence we had that proved false arrest and prosecution, attempted blackmail, extortion, perjury, false police reports, false lien, false foreclosure and conspiracy to commit all of these crimes. With the stroke of her pen she denied us our 7th Amendment right to sue and to compel witnesses and evidence on our behalf.

Believe it or not, it gets worse.

Our lawyers called us in for a meeting to tell us that the judge stopped the trial and made all of these judgments against us. I asked how this could happen when we were guaranteed a jury trial. We were told because the judge said so. We told our lawyers to appeal. They refused to appeal our case. They said that they quit and that they refused to recommend any other lawyers. They even laughed when I asked what can we do about this, and one of them responded by saying “you’re so smart, you appeal it yourself.”

Needless to say, I went into a state of panic. We sent all of our evidence to the Oakland County Prosecutor. He refused to even acknowledge our evidence. He sent it back to us saying that he couldn’t do anything unless it was given to him by an investigative agency. We then sent our evidence to a state investigator in Lansing. She sent it back to us saying that it was beyond her jurisdiction. We then call the FBI. They told us to fax them all of our evidence. But they just sat on it. After six months we called the FBI to find out the status of the investigation. We were told that this case was already adjudicated. That’s pure bullshit! All the FBI did was call the criminals. What did they expect these people to say? “Gee Mrs. FBI lady, sure, we committed these crimes?” Not a chance that was going to happen. It became abundantly clear to us that a huge cover-up was happening and major obstruction of justice was taking place.

I went into an even more desperate state of panic. I made well over a hundred phone calls to various lawyers, newspapers, TV stations and investigative agencies. I told everyone the entire story. Most were also sent copies of all of our evidence. Nobody even returned our calls. The only thing that happened after all of those calls was a warrant being put out for my arrest for “malicious use of telecommunication.” There was nothing malicious about my calls. It was just a desperate attempt by a desperate man trying to expose what is clearly corruption by a number of powerful people. It’s funny, though, that the complaint for “malicious use of telecommunication” wasn’t made by any of the papers, TV stations or investigative agencies that I called. The complaint was made by the Rochester Police Department. The same police chief, Ted Glynn, and the same police department that were willing co-conspirators in this whole conspiracy to ruin me and run us out of town. They were trying to shut me up. The police chief even sent me a letter stating that he was going to come to my place of employment to arrest me. I can’t even go to work without the risk of getting arrested. They then sent me notification that my driving privileges were revoked, so I can’t drive without risk of getting arrested. They made it so I can’t even show up and exercise my constitutional right to vote. I can’t show my face in public without the risk of getting arrested and having to go up against a prosecutor I know to be crooked, who has powerful friends on the bench willing to give her credence.

My only hope was to try to contact the President of the United States. So that’s what I did. After a number of desperate cries for help to the White House, they told me that I could write directly to the President. They gave me a fax number and told me to address it to President Bush and to also write “Attention Agency Liaison.” They guaranteed me that the President and his agency liaison would get my letter.

A few weeks later we read a press release stating that a new man was appointed to take over the Detroit offices of the FBI. He is a man who is expert at fighting and prosecuting public corruption. His name is Special Agent Andrew G. Arena.

On the day this man was to start, my wife went down to the Detroit offices and gave a summary statement to go along with all of the other evidence that we previously faxed to the FBI. She was assured that this would be turned over to the Public Corruption Department.

While we’re waiting to find out if anyone will eventually be indicted, we are trying to find the one brave lawyer to help us in our continuing efforts hold these criminals (and the City of Rochester) responsible for the crimes they’ve committed against us. So far, we can’t find one lawyer who is willing to help us go up against these powerful people. There isn’t one lawyer or investigative agency in the State of Michigan willing to help us get the transcripts to the bogus criminal trial, case no. 02-005961 from the 52-3rd Judicial District Court. However, we did send copies of all our evidence to the good people at Judicial Watch. Maybe they’ll help.

There’s a few more things I want you all to know. This entire criminal conspiracy against us didn’t cost these criminals one penny. It was taxpayers’ dollars used to put in play this coordinated effort to keep me tied up at the 52-3rd district court on all of the phony criminal and civil charges. They used insurance company reimbursements from fraudulent claims to finance their phony foreclosure proceedings and to pay for their defense during our attempt at a civil trial. That insurance policy, by the way, is supposed to protect each Walnut Park Condominium Association member from false arrest & prosecution to the tune of $1 million. The insurance company and their lawyers appear to have been willing participants in all this in an effort to prevent us from making a claim on that policy.

Anyway … until indictments come down and justice is served, I remain in hiding deep in the heart of Blues Alley, hoping to someday resume my music studies with Robert Noll.

Thanks for listening to my story.

Most sincerely yours,
Amateur Trash (Nick)

Note: This is only the short version of this true story. The full, unabridged story is currently being written and will be available free of charge on the Internet. I have no intention of allowing them to sweep this under the rug. The public has a right to know what is happening here in Rochester, Michigan. Since we turned all of these people in to the various police investigative agencies and the Rochester City Council, the police chief Ted Glynn, the city manager Ken Johnson, and the city of Rochester prosecutor Sarah Cox, have all resigned their positions. But that is not good enough. Prosecutor Sarah Cox and her friends are criminals, and need to be prosecuted as criminals. Honesty and integrity need to be restored to the prosecutor’s office and the court system in Oakland County. No one is above the law.