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MY LIFE IN THE HANDS OF A GANG OF DRUG USING FRIENDS OF NYPD.
New York City policeman responding to an
emergency call from a female tenant, who suffered from birth from a breathing
ailment, and who was the Complainant/Victim while her home was being attacked
by a gang of violent narcotic smokers.
This
scene really DID happen. This is how the New York City policeman, Sgt. Brendan
Dolan (Shield# 2459) from 102 Precinct, responded to my emergency call, while I
was the victim of the attacked house. This unspeakable human tragedy started in
Queens, New York, at the address that you see in the picture above. It then
spread to the whole of Queens, eventually reaching beyond Queens to another
state, turning a human being’s life into an endless ordeal. This 21st
century holocaust was forced upon me by those who live on narcotics. They
simply could not live without them, and they chose my home for their everyday,
regular narcotic transactions and other narco-related activities. They chose
the house where I lived, because the non-English speaking owner was an easy
target to attack. He was not the first victim of this criminal system. They
just did not expect to find ME there. I was a new resident in the house, and I
started the alarm. I, however, did not realize that the drug addicts were
friends of New York City policemen, who had been supervising and supporting
this “narco-underworld.” In order to help their intoxicated colleagues to take
over the chosen house, these policemen had to remove me, an unexpected
obstacle, from the house that had been attacked. They had to prevent me from
calling for help, from reporting what I had seen, and from speaking out. And
they found a way to do it.
Dear Readers, I am a victim of corrupt American
policemen who colluded with the world of crime, with the narco-underworld. I
lost everything except my life for reporting them and for sounding the
alarm. Since I miraculously survived and still have my life, I now
want the whole world to hear my story.
In this story you will
find out what the police forces in the U.S.A. are capable of doing to a human
being, especially to a human being who raises an alarm and calls for help when
her home is under attack and her life is threatened. And who in addition is a professional singer,
classically trained, who has had to struggle from birth to overcome a breathing
disorder.
The famous media Presenter, unforgettable Radio-TV Personality, Joe Franklin, had regularly aired the American standards from my CD “Do It Again with Eva Grabo” and interviewed me as his guest. Please see some of those shows on YouTube, and prestigious letters that Joe Franklin had written about me, a letter of recommendation and Press Release; links/attachments numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4:
1) https://youtu.be/z22LQ-DuRZU 2) https://youtu.be/RQlvZLDe4-k
"EVA GRABO” is my stage name. You could also see or hear me on other American radio or TV shows, for example on “INNERSIGHT,” a show especially dedicated to people with disabilities and run by disabled or impaired artists. My medical issue made me eligible to be part of this radio show. See it on YouTube, link number 5:
I had been
diagnosed many years ago, as having a congenital breathing disorder, very
strong nasal allergy (“rhinitis”) which is based on the excessive dryness of my
body system and on atrophic changes of the nasal mucosa. I must not stay within
any chemical fumes; my doctors had been warning me that in my condition it
could be life threatening. And in order to stay healthy, I have to take regular
inhalations and use an air purifier (and/or an air humidifier) while I sleep
and while I do my vocal exercises. My doctors, however, had never suspected
what would be done to me by the American “guardians of justice,” when I came to
this country. Please see a sample of a physician’s assessment regarding my
breathing condition, link/attachment number 6:
6)
My
condition is a result of a small surgery that I had to undergo in my early
childhood. A small "growth" that blocked my nostrils from breathing
normally, had to be removed from my palate. After that surgery (which was
absolutely necessary to enable me to breathe on my own, without a help of the
machine), a part of my palate skin never fully recovered, forever became
oversensitive, and my body system stopped producing a sufficient amount of the
nasal tissue, that is the natural protection when you breathe. Therefore, I was
always strongly ordered by the doctors, to stay away from any toxic fumes
that are corrosive and cause immediate inflammation (extremely painful, burning
rash within the palate-throat area) and destroy my poor nasal tissue.
Especially, an extra medical training I received when I became a classical
singer despite my underlined condition. The doctors told me that if I stayed
within an inappropriate, harmful environment, it might affect my vocal cords
and ruin my singing career, and the allergic reaction may start within a few
seconds upon getting a deleterious exposure. I was also told that I should
avoid taking allergic medications (nasal sprays), because they may affect the
vocal cords when they drip down to the throat. So, staying AWAY from any fumes
was the best and only solution for me to stay healthy and to be able to pursue
my beloved profession as a singer. I was ordered to take regular inhalations
that would support and maintain my nasal tissue, and to always sleep within the
air purifier and/or air humidifier working in my room. None of the doctors,
however, would ever, ever suspect that someday a large gang of violent drug
addicts would attack my future home place, and that a police officer who
answers my emergency call, would twist my arms to my back (then, handcuff!) and
would force me to inhale the heavy fumes of narcotics, while I was choking and
covering my face from those fumes, and raising an alarm for help for my
attacked
home!...
I loved this
country before I came here, even though I was not born here. For my
contributions in promoting American music in Europe my stage name can be found
in several European music lexicons. The music that I had promoted was
especially the music of my two beloved composers, George Gershwin and Cole
Porter that have been my greatest fascination.
I also
enjoyed participating in numbers of charity concerts (both in Europe and in
America), since it made me happy when my music could contribute in helping
others. For my contributions to some of the charity events in New York, I
received beautiful, very precious to me, letters of appreciation from the
previous New York City Mayors, Mayor Giuliani and Mayor Bloomberg, please see the
samples, links/attachments 7 and 8:
7) 8)
7) 8)
Perhaps even
those nice City Mayors would have never suspected what some day might be done
and announced to the singer that they honored. I, a professional classical
singer with a congenital breathing, allergic condition, was literally
instructed by a New York City Police Officer that… INHALING THE FUMES OF
NARCOTICS WAS AMERICAN LAW!!! And the Police Officer was telling me that
instruction, while he was twisting my both arms to my back and forcing me to
INHALE HEAVY FUMES OF NARCOTICS AND TOBACCO smoked by the whole gang of
violent, intoxicated drug addicts who attacked the house where I used to live,
in Kew Gardens, Queens… My two shocked house members witnessed that dreadful
scene.
I, the
honored by the Mayors classical singer, was then dragged out of the house to
the street by that NYC policeman, in the middle of the winter night, in an open
bathrobe on my wet and naked body and with dripping, soaped hair, from the
shower stall, directly to jail. It was a few minutes after I filed a complaint
against that policeman, with the Internal Affairs Bureau, the unit that accepts
complaints against New York City police officers. And the reason why I placed
that complaint was the fact, that when that officer had responded to my 911
call regarding my place of residence being attacked by those intoxicated
strangers, instead of protecting my home, he ENCOURAGED the dangerous
trespassers to stay and to continue the attack. In addition, that officer
twisted my arms to my back and forced me to inhale fumes of narcotics, while I
was choking and trying to translate for the non-English speaking house owner,
who intended to report his house being attacked. And I had made three emergency
(911) calls in the effort to report the house attack for the devastated owner.
The two policemen who responded to my 911 calls, after they removed me, the
calling victim (C/V) from the attacked house, fabricated then a false report. According to that false
report, I, Eva Grabowicz, “attacked” and “attempted to kill” some of the gang
members, with an imaginary “dangerous weapon” that never existed. They made
that gangster an imaginary “tenant” of our house, even though the house owner
had never seen that individual before and had never let him enter his house.
The corrupt officers even made up a false “complaint” on behalf of that
criminal recidivist (that had been arrested 9 times and was under a pending
criminal case at the moment when he attacked our house!), since it was easy to
manipulate an intoxicated drug addict’s statements. Based on that false
documentation, the gangster received an ORDER OF PROTECTION against me and I
was not allowed (and never more able) to return to my Kew Garden’s home
anymore. I was not allowed to return to the house that was not only my home,
but also my medical facility and a place where I worked, rehearsed music and
did my vocal exercises in the appropriate environment required for my health
condition.
Dear Readers, all of this
really DID happen. Please find all the related proofs further in this blog. Be
aware. Tell others. And please know that even though my lawsuit against the New
York police was then, three years later, settled in my favor, I will never stop
notifying and warning the whole world about what can be done to a human being
in this country, since the truth of what really happened had never been
revealed during the regular legal procedures. See the Stipulation of
Settlement, link 9:
Please, review all the facts and details of my
story from the very beginning, and see the scanned documentation.
Until early morning, January 14, 2012 (and for a
few months only) I lived at this address: 84-32 124th Street, Kew
Gardens, NY 11415, as a tenant-roommate of the house owner, Kazimierz Szymczuk
(50+), in his one family house.
I was a new resident when on January 13, 2012, a large number of intoxicated,
violent drug addicts, attacked Mr. Szymczuk's house. None of us, the house
members, realized that our mail was being stolen first, from the house mail
box. From the stolen mail the attackers had learned our names, phone numbers,
and other details related to the house. Then, some stranger came to the house
one day when the owner was alone, and simply tricked the non-English speaking
owner. The imposter made believe that he was a "friend of a mutual
friend" who needed a "space for storage" and gave some other
stories, when he called me to translate the message for the house owner, while
I was out of town. He even "dropped" a whole check book with false
checks made out to the owner's name, to simulate "illegal renting,"
link number 10:
Mr. Szymczuk
tried to return the abandoned check book (and of course, was not aware about
the fabricated false checks being inside!), but the "visitor" left in
a hurry. Soon after that, when the whole gang attacked the house, all the
intruders claimed that they were Mr. Szymczuk's "tenants" and that
they "pay him money," and their uniformed NYPD friends, so greatly
supported them in that long lasting, inhuman mystification!...
I was in the house by myself when the invasion of
the strangers started. It was Friday (Jan. 13, 2012), so, as a church musician
and singer-cantor, I was getting ready for a very busy weekend. I was supposed
to play music and sing in three churches, including a requested wedding mass, a
few audition-masses for a future new job position in a new church, and I
expected media reporters to tape my performances and interview me during some
of the masses. I had never suspected that I would be forever prevented from
doing those performances, and that I was about to lose all of my precious jobs.
I first realized that something was wrong in the
house when I found a completely drunk woman among clouds of marijuana in the
house basement, when I tried to pick up
my laundry from the laundry room.
I was walking down the
stairs, when some female monster “jumped” toward me out of one of the basement
rooms, cursing with an extremely vulgar, filthy language. I smelled marijuana
fumes from the inside. Since I was not drunk, I could run faster than that
“lady,” so I managed to escape and lock the kitchen door behind me. I believed
that the presence of the homeless stranger in the basement, was a result of the backyard
door still being open for the owner’s two beloved pit bull dogs who had a
freedom to run between the basement and the backyard all the time, even when
their master was not home. And since they were very friendly, they had let the
stranger in, without even barking. I immediately called the house owner who was
at work, and he advised me to call the police right away, and report the
stranger in the house. You can see my first emergency (911) call at 3:18pm, in
the first scanned page of my phone bill, link number 11:
The police came and told me that they could not take any actions, since the house owner was not home. They advised me to wait for the owner to come back and call again. My safety, the fact that I was home alone, with a violent, intoxicated stranger, had completely no meaning to anybody!... And the presence of the fumes of narcotics in the basement, where the gas meters and all the gas lines were located! So dangerous!... I ran to the attic (three floors away from the endangered basement) and decided to stay there until the owner’s return. I locked all possible doors behind me.
In the
meantime, it is hard to describe what began to happen. Large groups of
intoxicated individuals began to enter and vandalize the house. Through the
small attic window, I could see the tops of their heads in the dark. Some of
them hardly walked, were pacing groggily, some were simply crawling, rubbing
against the ground, fighting with one another, and shouting with inhuman voices
and extremely vulgar, filthy language. I was in shock since I had never seen
anything like that before! I did not know that that was a "normal
behavior" of intoxicated brains!... From the inside of the house I heard
the sounds of devastations, and the atrocious, killing odor of marijuana (and perhaps
also other narcotics!) was reaching the upper floor where I was hiding in
deadly fear. The attackers were not aware of my presence in the
house. They were breaking the furniture into pieces and with the big
items, then, were breaking the doors of cabinets and closets. They pulled a
heavy, 8 feet long metal/wood stair banister out of the wall in the stair hall,
and began to destroy the ceiling lights. While hiding in fear in the attic, I
tried to record some of the sounds coming from downstairs, on my cellphone.
This is one of the clearest samples of the recordings that were being made
one floor above the scene of the attack, link 12:
The
additional big issue, as I had mentioned it before, was the fact that I have a
medical ailment, a very strong nasal allergy, based on the insufficient nasal
tissue. I must follow doctors' orders and never stay within chemical fumes,
especially, since I am a classical singer/musician by profession. Even a small
amount of fumes may cause an inflammation of my vocal cords and affect my job
as a singer. I never stayed in the same room with even a single smoking
person. Now, all of a sudden, the whole
house where I lived, was permeated with a one big, choking cloud of smoke. I
covered my face with towels to protect my nose from the fumes of narcotics, and
used my prescription inhalants. I put on warm clothes and tried to breathe
through the open windows, but it soon became impossible, since the house was
being surrounded by the smokers and I could smell the fumes of tobacco and
narcotics even from the outside.
It was
already after midnight, January 14 (2012), when the house owner and my other
housemate, Jadwiga (female, 60+) returned from their jobs. I could not see
them, because they were afraid to enter the house when they saw what was going
on, and I was stuck in the attic. We communicated through our cellphones only,
and they told me right away that they smelled heavy fumes of narcotics coming
from inside the house, and they saw intoxicated, smoking individuals still
coming in. When I knew that my both housemates were around, I called 911 again
(my both housemates did not speak fluent English). They waited for the police
outside the house. All our phone conversations and my emergency calls are
clearly seen in my phone bill under link 11 enclosed above.
Two officers
(not the same as those before) responded to my 911 call, those were: Sgt. BRENDAN DOLAN, Shield # 2459,
and P.O. SALVATORE RONZINO, Shield #
30349, both from 102 Precinct, Richmond Hill. After almost 9 hours of
hiding in fear, I could finally leave the attic, when I knew that the police
came. I however, was afraid to open the door and walk down the stairs, since I
still remembered the sounds of devastation that I heard for so many hours. I
was afraid that when I would open the door, something might fall on my head and hurt
me… And in the meantime, my scared to
death cats (that were with me in the attic) kicked one of their litter boxes
and the litter was spilled down along the steep stairs. I couldn't breathe or
even see anything in the heavy fog of smoke, so I grabbed a small plastic whisk
broom that was always handy for those purposes, to clear the spilled litter
from under my feet, to be able to walk down, holding my breath. When I got down
the stairs, with my both hands I covered my nose and my entire face with a
scarf. Atrocious smoke was even hurting my eyes. I realized that it was
breaking the doctors' orders to remain and talk in such intoxicated environment
(and my important singing jobs and the reporters were scheduled within a few
hours!...), but on the other hand, my own and my housemates' lives were being
endangered, and I was the only person among them who spoke fluent English and
was able to explain to the police, what happened. The intruders calmed down
upon seeing the police, and were hiding within the 2nd floor area.
Even though I was in shock and was hardly able to see anything in the heavy
smoke, I noticed that one of the officers (now I know it was Sgt. Brendan
Dolan) began to talk friendly to the attackers. I tried to raise the alarm:
"Officers, these people attacked us, please help, we are in danger... We
do not know these people!"... Then I heard Sgt. Brendan Dolan shouting: "YOU RENTED ILLEGALLY, THIS AMERICAN
GENTLEMAN HAS RIGHTS TO STAY AND DO WHATEVER HE WANTS IN THIS HOUSE, HE CAN
SMOKE AS MUCH AS HE WANTS AND HAVE GUESTS! AND IF YOU WANT HIM OUT, YOU HAVE TO
GO TO LANDLORD TENANT COURT! YOU HAVE TO LEARN AMERICAN LAW! WHERE YOU PEOPLE
ARE FROM THAT YOU DON'T KNOW AMERICAN LAW!" I insisted in shock:
"Officer, it must be a misunderstanding, we don't know any of these
people, and I have a medical ailment, I can not breathe within the
drugs..." But the Sergeant kept shouting, and his voice sounded as if he
was one of the intoxicated vandals: "I
DON'T SMELL ANY DRUGS, YOU MIGHT BE CHARGED FOR FALSE ACCUSATIONS!" ...even
though the whole house was simply burning with marijuana, glue that they
sniffed, and God knows what else... And
I was a sick person, with my upper respiratory ailment, among them!... My both
housemates could not breathe normally, even though they were healthy. The house
owner kept urging me to say everything clearly, even though I was choking and
suffocating. And while I was desperately trying to translate for the owner and
covering my face to be able to breathe, suddenly, the Sergeant painfully
twisted my arms to my back and faced me to the heaviest smoke direction, forcing
me to inhale it. By holding my twisted arms against my back, he made me unable
to use any nasal protection anymore. "YOU
BETTER KEEP QUIET OR YOU WILL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO!" He kept me in that
painful position, and while he was roughing me, he wrenched the small whisk
broom from under my left arm. I am RIGHT handed, so, after I cleared the cat
litter that was on my way, I must have switched the whisk broom into under my
left arm, so that I could have my right hand, and actually my both hands,
available to protect my face from the deleterious smoke... I remember, in the
whole shock, I was surprised, for what reason the policeman could have possibly
needed my whisk broom. Then, in the false report that Sgt. Brendan Dolan
fabricated along with his patrol partner, he wrote that the whisk broom was a "DANGEROUS WEAPON" with which
I "ATTEMPTED TO KILL" one
of the attacking gangsters. This incident of forcefully twisting my arms, affected my
ability to play the organ in churches for several months. My left hand was not
as skilled as normal.
Since I am a trained animal rescuer, and there
were over 20 rescued animals in the house, the whisk broom was still in use in
the house full of the house pets. When my housemate Jadwiga saw the Sergeant
roughing me up, she jumped up and begged him: “No, officer, please, no!” He let
me go and both policemen left the house instructing my housemates about…
“American law” …!
After the
oppressor let me go, I ran back to the attic and made another emergency call
and raised an alarm for more help. I described to the 911 officer what just
happened. Encouraged by the 911 officer, I filed a complaint against the
abusive policeman, with Internal Affairs Bureau. Both this one, and the previous 911
calls that I made on January 14 (2012) early morning, you can clearly see in my
phone bill (link 11), as well as in the 911 calls record sheet that I requested from the
Police Headquarters Records Room. The complaint that I had placed against Sgt.
Dolan is also mentioned in this document, link 13:
When Sgt.
DOLAN found out on the radio about my complaint against him, he returned to Mr.
Szymczuk's house and called the EMS ambulance TO MAKE ME “MENTAL.”
I was back
in the house attic, hiding again in fear from the attacking assailants, and
getting ready to leave the endangered and intoxicated house, when the ambulance
arrived. The wheel chair equipped with long sleeves was fully open downstairs,
ready to confine me, even before the paramedic entered the house. I was trying
to leave the house as soon as possible, even though it was a middle of the
night. I was even ready to get out of there through the attic window ladder,
since it was too dangerous to run down the stairs among the violent intruders,
now so cordially encouraged by the police “TO DO WHATEVER THEY WANT IN THIS
HOUSE…” I, however, realized that before I would leave, I should wash out the
lotion that I had put on my hair before the attack started, and that I should
dry my hair. I knew what a great risk it would be to a classical singer to go
outside with wet hair, in winter. It could irreversibly affect my vocal
resonance, and I had jobs, church masses to sing and play, with newspaper
reporters visiting, within the next few hours!... I was trying to get ready to
leave the house as quickly as I could, but the pain in my arms and shoulders,
after being mistreated by the policeman, did not allow me to act fast enough.
In addition, I still needed to reach for the filter to take a breath, since I
was not able to breathe normally in the heavy fumes of narcotics.
While I was in the shower stall rinsing my hair, I heard a very loud banging at the attic door, and I heard that it was the police again. I thought that that was the arrival of the help which I had requested when I had made my last 911 call. I stepped out of the shower, quickly threw a bathrobe on my completely naked and wet body, I covered my wet hair with a towel, and I went to open the door. Unfortunately, it was Sgt. DOLAN again, assisted by a paramedic, and I heard my housemates warning me from downstairs in our native language that the Sergeant called an ambulance to confine me as “mental.” I immediately thanked the paramedic for coming, and informed that I did not need any help. All I needed was only to leave immediately the deleterious environment in order to avoid the allergic reaction, even if I had to spend the rest of the night in the street. My housemates later told me that besides smoking, the attacking vandals also used a “sniffing glue” that was eye irritating, and it was all in the air. I needed to leave the deleterious area first, before eventually taking any further treatment. I only mentioned to the paramedic that I was the victim who called the police and that I was allergic to chemical fumes, so he let me go and allowed me continue to get ready to leave the house. The paramedic refused to make me “mental,” since, as he later said, there was no reason for that. After the paramedic left, Sgt. DOLAN immediately entered the attic after him. “I CAME HERE TO TEACH YOU SOME AMERICAN LAW!" - he said, and resumed his inhuman methods of forcing me to inhale the fumes of narcotics. Then he did perhaps the greatest achievement of his life, as seen in the picture at the top of this blog: while the house was full of violent, intoxicated attackers (about 25-30 could have occupied the house and still new smokers were coming!), he handcuffed and dragged out of the house a choking female victim 50+ years old, of 5’1” height, with recurrent disability, who alarmed for help, and who in addition was wet and almost naked, directly from the shower, to the street, in the middle of winter night... First, he forced me again to inhale the fumes of narcotics that already permeated the whole house. He left the attic door opened behind him when he entered, so, I asked, "Officer, please, close the door, I am not allowed to be exposed to this smoke... And I have to go to work in a few hours!..." He, then, stepped back down and opened the attic door as wide as possible, so, a new “portion” of the heavy smoke from the lower floors, began to blow right on me, into the attic area. I was alarming and crying, "Officer, please... I have a medical ailment... I must stay away from fumes... I can not breathe in this heavy smoke!..." – “WE WILL TEACH YOU! IT'S AMERICAN LAW!” - I heard the "GESTAPO” voice of the assaulting me policeman. And while I was covering my face with a scarf, trying to breathe through it, and with my other hand desperately tried to find my prescription filter mask, the Sergeant again, forced my arms to my back, and HANDCUFFED me...
I remember, in shock, I was only able to mention, with my choking voice, "Officer, I am almost naked and with my bare feet...," and then the assisting officer (now I know it was officer Ronzino) knelt down and put my boots on my bare and wet feet. I could not do it by myself with my hands cuffed to the back. Then I was dragged all three floors down, through the heaviest smoke of narcotics, with partially naked private parts of my body shown through the open bathrobe, in front of the laughing intruders. The hallway in our one-family house was crowded with the non-stop smoking and still coming-in new arrivals, and they had really a great fun looking at my naked breasts. My nasal allergic reaction (a painful, burning rash within my nasal and palate area) started then for the first time because of the overwhelming exposure to the toxic fumes. I was not able to hold my breath for so long, nor was given a chance to wear any nasal protection. For the whole evening I was able to avoid the allergic reaction, while I had been hiding from the smoking and attacking intruders, since I had been using the nasal protections. But I was NOT able to avoid the allergic reaction anymore while I was being assaulted by the policeman. I alarmed and cried out, “Somebody, please help me!”, “I am being abused!”, “I need help!"... - "SHUT UP! WE WILL MAKE YOU MENTAL!” I heard the response. With the bleeding nose, wet dripping hair and opened bathrobe on my completely naked and wet body, I was thrown out to the street, then to jail, in the middle of winter night. I was probably the first classical singer in the history that was forced outside to the cold, with her wet, naked body open, wet dripping hair, and burning nasal inflammation, in addition!... Since the allergic reaction had started, I needed some of my soothing nasal medication immediately, to avoid the inflammation to go to my vocal cords, or even further to the lungs, but no medication was available anymore. The strong and untreated allergic reaction, severely and permanently aggravated my nasal allergy. In the precinct bathroom, I was given two summer blouses, one laced (with completely naked body showing through) and the other one with the open top, and tiny leggings, to change. My bathrobe, my wet bath towel, and the scarf (the one that I had used for protecting my nose to be able to breathe in the heavy smoke, back in the house), were all taken away from me to the precinct deposit room. I had no lingerie or jacket, and my hair was wet with parts of the lotion still on. That was how I was kept inside and outdoor, in the middle of winter. Besides the nasal inflammation and aggravated allergy, for the first time in my life I developed acute sinus problems. That only true page in the false report that Sgt. Brendan Dolan and P.O. Salvatore Ronzino fabricated, “The prisoner’s property,” you may find at the following link. My cellphone and the other small items were in the pocket of my bathrobe, link 14:
While I was in the shower stall rinsing my hair, I heard a very loud banging at the attic door, and I heard that it was the police again. I thought that that was the arrival of the help which I had requested when I had made my last 911 call. I stepped out of the shower, quickly threw a bathrobe on my completely naked and wet body, I covered my wet hair with a towel, and I went to open the door. Unfortunately, it was Sgt. DOLAN again, assisted by a paramedic, and I heard my housemates warning me from downstairs in our native language that the Sergeant called an ambulance to confine me as “mental.” I immediately thanked the paramedic for coming, and informed that I did not need any help. All I needed was only to leave immediately the deleterious environment in order to avoid the allergic reaction, even if I had to spend the rest of the night in the street. My housemates later told me that besides smoking, the attacking vandals also used a “sniffing glue” that was eye irritating, and it was all in the air. I needed to leave the deleterious area first, before eventually taking any further treatment. I only mentioned to the paramedic that I was the victim who called the police and that I was allergic to chemical fumes, so he let me go and allowed me continue to get ready to leave the house. The paramedic refused to make me “mental,” since, as he later said, there was no reason for that. After the paramedic left, Sgt. DOLAN immediately entered the attic after him. “I CAME HERE TO TEACH YOU SOME AMERICAN LAW!" - he said, and resumed his inhuman methods of forcing me to inhale the fumes of narcotics. Then he did perhaps the greatest achievement of his life, as seen in the picture at the top of this blog: while the house was full of violent, intoxicated attackers (about 25-30 could have occupied the house and still new smokers were coming!), he handcuffed and dragged out of the house a choking female victim 50+ years old, of 5’1” height, with recurrent disability, who alarmed for help, and who in addition was wet and almost naked, directly from the shower, to the street, in the middle of winter night... First, he forced me again to inhale the fumes of narcotics that already permeated the whole house. He left the attic door opened behind him when he entered, so, I asked, "Officer, please, close the door, I am not allowed to be exposed to this smoke... And I have to go to work in a few hours!..." He, then, stepped back down and opened the attic door as wide as possible, so, a new “portion” of the heavy smoke from the lower floors, began to blow right on me, into the attic area. I was alarming and crying, "Officer, please... I have a medical ailment... I must stay away from fumes... I can not breathe in this heavy smoke!..." – “WE WILL TEACH YOU! IT'S AMERICAN LAW!” - I heard the "GESTAPO” voice of the assaulting me policeman. And while I was covering my face with a scarf, trying to breathe through it, and with my other hand desperately tried to find my prescription filter mask, the Sergeant again, forced my arms to my back, and HANDCUFFED me...
I remember, in shock, I was only able to mention, with my choking voice, "Officer, I am almost naked and with my bare feet...," and then the assisting officer (now I know it was officer Ronzino) knelt down and put my boots on my bare and wet feet. I could not do it by myself with my hands cuffed to the back. Then I was dragged all three floors down, through the heaviest smoke of narcotics, with partially naked private parts of my body shown through the open bathrobe, in front of the laughing intruders. The hallway in our one-family house was crowded with the non-stop smoking and still coming-in new arrivals, and they had really a great fun looking at my naked breasts. My nasal allergic reaction (a painful, burning rash within my nasal and palate area) started then for the first time because of the overwhelming exposure to the toxic fumes. I was not able to hold my breath for so long, nor was given a chance to wear any nasal protection. For the whole evening I was able to avoid the allergic reaction, while I had been hiding from the smoking and attacking intruders, since I had been using the nasal protections. But I was NOT able to avoid the allergic reaction anymore while I was being assaulted by the policeman. I alarmed and cried out, “Somebody, please help me!”, “I am being abused!”, “I need help!"... - "SHUT UP! WE WILL MAKE YOU MENTAL!” I heard the response. With the bleeding nose, wet dripping hair and opened bathrobe on my completely naked and wet body, I was thrown out to the street, then to jail, in the middle of winter night. I was probably the first classical singer in the history that was forced outside to the cold, with her wet, naked body open, wet dripping hair, and burning nasal inflammation, in addition!... Since the allergic reaction had started, I needed some of my soothing nasal medication immediately, to avoid the inflammation to go to my vocal cords, or even further to the lungs, but no medication was available anymore. The strong and untreated allergic reaction, severely and permanently aggravated my nasal allergy. In the precinct bathroom, I was given two summer blouses, one laced (with completely naked body showing through) and the other one with the open top, and tiny leggings, to change. My bathrobe, my wet bath towel, and the scarf (the one that I had used for protecting my nose to be able to breathe in the heavy smoke, back in the house), were all taken away from me to the precinct deposit room. I had no lingerie or jacket, and my hair was wet with parts of the lotion still on. That was how I was kept inside and outdoor, in the middle of winter. Besides the nasal inflammation and aggravated allergy, for the first time in my life I developed acute sinus problems. That only true page in the false report that Sgt. Brendan Dolan and P.O. Salvatore Ronzino fabricated, “The prisoner’s property,” you may find at the following link. My cellphone and the other small items were in the pocket of my bathrobe, link 14:
Because my
nasal allergic reaction had started while I was being dragged with my hands
cuffed to the back all the three floors down in the polluted house, besides
inhaling the poisonous smoke, I also swallowed some of the allergic clots of
blood in order to be able to breathe through the nose. I still remembered my
doctors had trained me that by any means I should always avoid breathing
through the mouth, since the allergic reaction may directly affect my vocal
cords and then, what would be life threatening, may go deeper to the lungs.
When I was brought to the precinct, I felt like I was about to throw up after
swallowing all of that, so I politely informed the assisting me police woman
that I might have to vomit. She kicked a trash bin toward me and “barked” arrogantly:
“YOU WERE FREAKING OUT NOW YOU’RE GONNA PUKE!...” What was it all about?... All my life, from
birth I have been struggling with my ailment, following doctors’ orders
attentively and trying to stay healthy, trying not to be a burden to anyone, and
to do my beloved singing profession as best as I could. Now, all of a sudden, a
pack of oppressors started abusing me, depriving me of my home and my medical
facility, compromising my health conditions, and even insulting me verbally…
WHY??!...
Normally, when getting any sign of the nasal
inflammation, I would immediately take my prescription medications, soothing
oils to replace my damaged nasal tissue, and I would be on the required diet
with a lot of soothing liquids. None of those resources was available in jail,
to where I was taken. No such kind of medical service or even drinkable water
was there. And since Sgt. DOLAN had threatened to make me “mental” if I
continued to ask for help (and I remembered the wheel chair with long sleeves
waiting for me by the house!), I realized how it could end up for me if I dared
to do so. If someone of the jail attendants asked my “GESTAPO-OPPRESSOR” about
the details of my arrest, who would believe the prisoner, what REALLY had been
done??... And I was not aware that in addition to all of that, a FALSE MEDICAL
REPORT HAD BEEN ALREADY PRODUCED, TO PROTECT THE OPPRESSOR, IN CASE SOMETHING
HAPPENED TO ME AS A RESULT OF HIS ABUSE!... I tracked down the false medical report later. You will find it posted further in
this blog.
It was
weekend time (Sat/Sun, Jan. 14/15, 2012), my most busy time as a church
musician. I was scheduled to play organ and sing Masses in three churches,
including audition Masses in a new place, for a future new job possibility. On
Saturday, Jan 14, 2012, I was supposed to do a wedding Mass at one of the Queens churches. The
young couple had chosen me to play and sing for their wedding and I had been
rehearsing with them. And another newspaper reporter was supposed to be there,
during that Mass, to interview me as a successful singer, a newly accepted cantor at St.
Patrick's Cathedral. Please, see this following link with a soundtrack that is on the
website, with another interview that already had been made earlier. This international radio reporter had interviewed me a few days before
the house attack, link 15:
And please
see letters from all the three churches where I missed the jobs on that
weekend, January 14/15, 2012. These letters indicate the losses of my earnings
for that weekend only, I did not realize that I was about to lose all of my
jobs forever. These letters were needed later, for my legal procedure against
NYPD; links 16, 17, and 18:
16) 17) 18)
During the time that I was locked in the precinct cell, for the rest of the night/early morning, I was worrying, and simply could not imagine, how my church employers would find out about my absence at work for such important weekend events. At about 6 AM, I was allowed to make three phone calls. It was early Saturday morning, so I realized that if I had called the churches' rectories and left messages with my important notification, nobody would even have been able to hear the message on time. I called one of the priests directly, who spoke my native language, and I left a message on his cellphone. He was the assigned celebrant of the wedding Mass that we were supposed to have together a few hours later. I left a message in our native language and alerted him to find an immediate substitute for the music service for the wedding, and I gave him the phone number of Kazimierz, so the priest could call him and find out more details about what happened to us. I asked the priest to notify the two other churches about my absence for the weekend, and to notify all the authorities that he could reach, about our tragedy. I did not know when I would have an access to the phone again, so I mentioned it in the message. I also asked the priest to take care of my two housemates, in case they needed any help. I realized in what kind of danger they could have been in the house full of violent and intoxicated strangers. My housemates needed protection, but because they did not speak fluent English, they were not even able to raise an alarm for help without the assistance of an interpreter. After I left the message for the priest, I also made two other phone calls. I left a message for my friend, an attorney, and for a mother of a child with whom I had to cancel a piano lesson. Before I was allowed to make those phone calls, a police officer who supervised me, had instructed me, and kept reminding me, that I should not speak about "KILLING ANYBODY" when I was on the phone. Then, he was very impatient when, during the two of the phone calls, I spoke in a foreign language that he could not understand.
Between 7 and 8 AM, I was taken to the Queens central booking jail. When I was being taken out of the precinct cell, I realized that I was about to be taken outside, and I was wearing only the summer clothes that I had been given, with my partially naked body showing through. Therefore I asked the officer who was handcuffing me, if he could handcuff me with my hands to the front, so at least, even with the cuffed hands, I would have been able to protect my bare neck, exposed throat and partially naked chest. The officer, however, said that he absolutely could not do it. I was handcuffed to the back again, and that was how I was taken outside on that winter day, with my hair still damp and soapy. The squad car that was about to take me, was parked close to the precinct and he drove me to central booking. He could not park near the building because of construction. As a consequence, I had to take a long, cold walk. During the trip, the escorting me officer noticed that I could not breathe normally, and he was very concerned about what happened to me. But when I mentioned about my nasal allergy problems, the officer told me that in jail, they do not have that kind of medical service that I might need. He advised me to make it until I would see the judge and get released. Otherwise, as he said, if I were driven to some other, distant place for obtaining medical help, I would have lost my line to the judge. I immediately realized that if I were driven to some other place, and were taken outside again in my "para-naked" condition, without appropriate clothes on, I might have developed pneumonia, or other additional ailments. I also remembered what my doctors always had been telling me. As a classical singer, singing for a living, I should never take any anti-allergy medications without a prior consultation with a voice specialist doctor. Some of the soothing nasal sprays may affect the vocal cords when they drip down to the throat (and I doubted whether a voice specialist doctor would be available in jail!). In addition to all of that, I still had in my mind the threats that I had heard from the Sergeant while he was abusing and handcuffing me. He had said clearly, what might have happened to me if I dared to ask for a medical help, and I still remembered the long sleeved jacket on the wheel chair that had been waiting for me by the house, only a few hours earlier. Therefore, for all those reasons, I gave up requesting any medical attention when I was brought to the central booking jail building.
In the central booking jail cell, I heard other women-prisoners talking about their criminal adventures. In their conversations, they were revealing to one another what happened to them, and why they were incarcerated. Most of them were taken to jail for prostitution, and/or drug possession. They were very friendly and talked openly to one another, without even denying the fact that they were guilty. I was surprised while I heard those conversations. I thought to myself, why I was there, among them, because of exactly the opposite reason? I was taken to jail for REPORTING those kinds of activities. The attackers in my Kew Gardens residence clearly possessed drugs. That was what I had reported when I made the emergency calls. I was trying to guess: what could I possibly have been charged for? ...For translating for the house owner, who was desperately trying to report his house being attacked by violent drug addicts?... But after spending three days in central booking jail, I found out that I was charged for something much worse, and more surprising than I could have ever expected. I was charged for "Menacing and attempting to kill with a dangerous weapon" some unknown to me individual, the name was "Richard Spadafora." Sgt. Brendan Dolan and P.O. Salvatore Ronzino fabricated a false report, and P.O. Ronzino signed it for his boss. Both policemen's falsified memo-pages are enclosed in the report that you are about to see. In their report they made it appear that I, Eva Grabowicz “attacked” and “threatened to kill” that mysterious individual of the name “Richard Spadafora,” and that I even used some invented “dangerous weapon” that never existed. They even made “Richard Spadafora” an imaginary “tenant” of my Kew Garden’s residence, and they placed my name as a fictitious “owner” of that house. In the whole report they made it appear that “Richard Spadafora” was the “Complainant/Victim” who made the emergency call that they responded to. The whole report is full of some detailed “situations” that never happened, and that describe how I “attempted to kill Richard Spadafora,” and how I was “threatening him.” As that invented “dangerous weapon” they included the small, plastic whisk broom that I needed to use for cleaning the cat litter that was on my way on the first night of the house attack. They used my 911 call as if it were a call made by somebody else. They reported the time of my emergency call as the call that they really had responded to, but they placed a different name as the "caller." Somebody else, instead of me, appears in the report as the "Complainant/Victim." They made up the whole report as if it were not me, but "Richard Spadafora," who allegedly "made" the call that they responded to. They made believe that they responded to a fictitious "call from Richard Spadafora." MY EMERGENCY CALL, one of those that are shown in the posted documents (links 11 and 13), suddenly became an imaginary “call from Richard Spadafora,” a false C/V (“Complainant/Victim”), who was being… “attacked” by me with a… “dangerous weapon”!!!... I, the real C/V, who made the 911 calls that the police had responded to, appear in their report as an invented "perpetrator" who "attempted to kill" some mysterious individual!!...
Between 7 and 8 AM, I was taken to the Queens central booking jail. When I was being taken out of the precinct cell, I realized that I was about to be taken outside, and I was wearing only the summer clothes that I had been given, with my partially naked body showing through. Therefore I asked the officer who was handcuffing me, if he could handcuff me with my hands to the front, so at least, even with the cuffed hands, I would have been able to protect my bare neck, exposed throat and partially naked chest. The officer, however, said that he absolutely could not do it. I was handcuffed to the back again, and that was how I was taken outside on that winter day, with my hair still damp and soapy. The squad car that was about to take me, was parked close to the precinct and he drove me to central booking. He could not park near the building because of construction. As a consequence, I had to take a long, cold walk. During the trip, the escorting me officer noticed that I could not breathe normally, and he was very concerned about what happened to me. But when I mentioned about my nasal allergy problems, the officer told me that in jail, they do not have that kind of medical service that I might need. He advised me to make it until I would see the judge and get released. Otherwise, as he said, if I were driven to some other, distant place for obtaining medical help, I would have lost my line to the judge. I immediately realized that if I were driven to some other place, and were taken outside again in my "para-naked" condition, without appropriate clothes on, I might have developed pneumonia, or other additional ailments. I also remembered what my doctors always had been telling me. As a classical singer, singing for a living, I should never take any anti-allergy medications without a prior consultation with a voice specialist doctor. Some of the soothing nasal sprays may affect the vocal cords when they drip down to the throat (and I doubted whether a voice specialist doctor would be available in jail!). In addition to all of that, I still had in my mind the threats that I had heard from the Sergeant while he was abusing and handcuffing me. He had said clearly, what might have happened to me if I dared to ask for a medical help, and I still remembered the long sleeved jacket on the wheel chair that had been waiting for me by the house, only a few hours earlier. Therefore, for all those reasons, I gave up requesting any medical attention when I was brought to the central booking jail building.
In the central booking jail cell, I heard other women-prisoners talking about their criminal adventures. In their conversations, they were revealing to one another what happened to them, and why they were incarcerated. Most of them were taken to jail for prostitution, and/or drug possession. They were very friendly and talked openly to one another, without even denying the fact that they were guilty. I was surprised while I heard those conversations. I thought to myself, why I was there, among them, because of exactly the opposite reason? I was taken to jail for REPORTING those kinds of activities. The attackers in my Kew Gardens residence clearly possessed drugs. That was what I had reported when I made the emergency calls. I was trying to guess: what could I possibly have been charged for? ...For translating for the house owner, who was desperately trying to report his house being attacked by violent drug addicts?... But after spending three days in central booking jail, I found out that I was charged for something much worse, and more surprising than I could have ever expected. I was charged for "Menacing and attempting to kill with a dangerous weapon" some unknown to me individual, the name was "Richard Spadafora." Sgt. Brendan Dolan and P.O. Salvatore Ronzino fabricated a false report, and P.O. Ronzino signed it for his boss. Both policemen's falsified memo-pages are enclosed in the report that you are about to see. In their report they made it appear that I, Eva Grabowicz “attacked” and “threatened to kill” that mysterious individual of the name “Richard Spadafora,” and that I even used some invented “dangerous weapon” that never existed. They even made “Richard Spadafora” an imaginary “tenant” of my Kew Garden’s residence, and they placed my name as a fictitious “owner” of that house. In the whole report they made it appear that “Richard Spadafora” was the “Complainant/Victim” who made the emergency call that they responded to. The whole report is full of some detailed “situations” that never happened, and that describe how I “attempted to kill Richard Spadafora,” and how I was “threatening him.” As that invented “dangerous weapon” they included the small, plastic whisk broom that I needed to use for cleaning the cat litter that was on my way on the first night of the house attack. They used my 911 call as if it were a call made by somebody else. They reported the time of my emergency call as the call that they really had responded to, but they placed a different name as the "caller." Somebody else, instead of me, appears in the report as the "Complainant/Victim." They made up the whole report as if it were not me, but "Richard Spadafora," who allegedly "made" the call that they responded to. They made believe that they responded to a fictitious "call from Richard Spadafora." MY EMERGENCY CALL, one of those that are shown in the posted documents (links 11 and 13), suddenly became an imaginary “call from Richard Spadafora,” a false C/V (“Complainant/Victim”), who was being… “attacked” by me with a… “dangerous weapon”!!!... I, the real C/V, who made the 911 calls that the police had responded to, appear in their report as an invented "perpetrator" who "attempted to kill" some mysterious individual!!...
Richard Spadafora, the mysterious individual, turned out
to be one of the drug addicts, the assailants who attacked and who were still
occupying the house. As I later found out in the criminal court’s record room,
he was a criminal recidivist who at the
moment of the attack on my place of residence, was arrested NINE TIMES and was
under an open, pending criminal case. Please see the FALSE POLICE REPORT
fabricated in favor of the criminal recidivist, with my red pen comments added
to point out the falsifications; link 19:
19) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_URmxoUjRtdlM0VktIOWZTenAxUHpuNmJGeTRj/view?usp=sharing
The creative
and pre-cautious police officers, in order to protect themselves after what they
had done, fabricated even a fictitious “complaint" against me, on behalf
of that criminal who had never seen me in his life and never made any 911 call.
Both officers seemed to have an extensive knowledge in creating false reports.
They invented something that even a criminal recidivist wouldn't have been able to
invent! None of the attackers saw me cleaning the spilled cat litter while I
was rushing down the stairs to meet with the police. They were hiding when the police arrived. None of them was aware of
my presence in the house attic when they started their invasion.
Based on the FALSE
REPORT, the criminal, Richard Spadafora received an order of protection against
me and I was not allowed (and never more able) to return to my home in Kew
Gardens,
even though it was not only my place to live, but also my medical facility
(according to doctors’ orders regarding my breathing condition), and the place
where I worked, rehearsed music for my jobs. Soon after the thug was granted
with the order of protection, he started chasing after me, along with all the
large number of his drug addict-companions, when I was on my way to my job
places, churches, located in the vicinity of the house. Please see the order of
protection issued by the Queens Criminal Court to a criminal recidivist,
against the victim that he had attacked; the house that he illegally entered
and took possession of, suddenly became “HIS” house, link 20:
Then, please see the granted with an order of
protection criminal assailant’s arrest history records, all that were available
in the criminal court disposition room (some of his records were not available
for the public). At the age of 21 Richard Spadafora was arrested NINE times for narcotic
possessions, other assaults and “small robberies.” His other victims were
granted with orders of protection against him, link 21:
The granted the order of protection criminal
assailant, along with a number of other criminals, his drug addicted
companions, caused another false arrest by attacking me in the street, even though
again, I was the one who called 911 for help as an assaulted victim. I had to
quit all of my jobs and permanently move out of NYC area, for safety reasons. I
had to notify the media to stop announcing my performances in newspapers or on
the website (including precious charity events!), since the attackers still
would know where to find me. And note that at the time of those incidents, Mr.
Spadafora was 21, and I was 54. I needed an order of protection against him,
but the police would not take any of my complaints against him.
Mr. Szymczuk, the house owner, immediately hired
an attorney and started an eviction procedure of the intruders. As the first one, he filed the eviction procedure against the one who was granted the order of protection, since that was the only name, of all the intruders, that the house owner knew from my arrest papers. But it was
never possible to complete the eviction, because still new trespassers were coming to the
house and squatting, and the police were threatening Mr. Szymczuk and his
friends who were helping and interpreting for him, to arrest them if they continued to call 911.
Advised by his attorney, Mr. Szymczuk also notified the Building Department
about the squatters in his house. When the Building Department Inspector came
to the house on January 25 (2012), he was looking for ME, as if I were the
"house owner." As it turned out, the inspector had also been notified
by the police about the situation in Mr. Szymczuk's house, but in the FALSE
POLICE REPORT that referred to “ILLEGAL RENTING,” my name was placed as the
"house owner” instead of Mr. Szymczuk's name, and I was the subject of a
penalty for “illegal renting.” Please, note: under a civil penalty I was then ORDERED to go to the house and meet with the inspector,
while at the same time, under a charge of the arrest, I was RESTRICTED from
going there. It was January 25 (2012) when the Building Department Inspector
called me and informed that he was on his way to our abandoned house. I was in
Mr. Szymczuk’s car, on my way to one of my job places, churches, that was
located in the vicinity of our house. I was trying to rehearse the music for
the next coming Sunday Mass service in the church, since I had no access to my
own music room to rehearse, and Mr. Szymczuk was driving me there. When the
inspector called, we drove closer and met him in the street, around the corner
from our house. I called 911 for assistance when I was about to meet with the
inspector. I briefly explained to the inspector the situation in the house,
especially the fact that Mr. Szymczuk and not me, was the owner of the house
(one of the falsifications in the false police report had to be cleared!), then
he could proceed with the house inspection, assisted by the real owner. I
stayed outside, waiting for the police near Mr. Szymczuk’s car. I was in deadly
fear since I realized what might happen if the inspector would leave the house
earlier and leave Mr. Szymczuk there alone, among the attacking criminals. I
knew what had been happening whenever the house owner tried to go to his house and feed our
abandoned animals that were still stuck there, in the attic. I intended to
mention it to the police officers when they would arrive, and ask them to protect my endangered friend in the house full of criminal squatters and
drug abusers. Two officers arrived, male and female. They entered the house for
a moment, then they left and started insulting me, yelling aloud, since I was
far away, in another street: “YOU DARE TO CALL THE POLICE?! HE HAS AN ORDER OF
PROTECTION AGAINST YOU AND YOU DARE TO CALL THE POLICE?!!...” – “Officers,
please, help us, our lives are in danger, please, help my friend…” I was
begging and insisting. - “THIS IS BULLSHIT!” – one of them said, and they went
back to their car and left. A moment
later, I noticed that some dangerously looking individual started running
towards me, waving and shouting with an extremely vulgar, filthy language and
in an incoherent voice: "I'll get you, you f-cking b-tch! I'll cut you to
pieces! I'll smack the sh-t out of you! I'll put you in jail for ever!" I immediately realized that I also was being surrounded by some other, similar looking, red
eyed monsters… Some of them was filming me with a cellphone… I ran away, but
felt as though I was about to get a heart attack. I was in my mid-fifties and
couldn't run as fast as a 20 year old! I was able to run away and avoid the physical attack, only thanks to the fact that they were all not sober and could not even walk normal. I managed to call 911 again, see the
link showing this other page of my phone bill, link 22:
It was officer Hong with some other officer that
responded to my call at this time. I ran towards them when I noticed the
approaching police car. “Officers, please, help us, we are in danger!” – I
alarmed. I also still remembered my abandoned animals locked in the attic of
the house, not being fed for long and some of them were in the middle of
medical treatments!... And I was the only person in the house who had been
trained by the veterinarians how to deal with the cats’ ailments, and the only
one who knew which of the animals needed what kind of attention. But officer
Hong had already handcuffs ready for me and said: “We are sorry, but you are
going with us” – he said. Despite the fact that I was the one who made the
emergency calls regarding mine and my friend’s endangered lives, despite the
fact that four days earlier I had been told by the judge during the criminal
court session that I was “allowed” to return home (that, of course, was
physically impossible because of the existing danger!) and I showed the
officers the paper given to me in the court, the order of protection with the
new note: “Subject to incidental contact;” despite the fact that officer Hong
spent 47 minutes on the speaker phone with Mr. Szymczuk’s attorney, who made
all possible efforts to explain to the officers the real situation, the
policemen decided that handcuffing me, the scared to death and raising an alarm for
help victim, and taking me to jail again, was the most appropriate decision.
See the next following page of my phone bill. For 47 minutes the house owner’s
attorney, talking through my speaker phone, tried to explain to the police
officer the real situation in our house, link 23:
Not only that I was wearing borrowed clothes
(since I had no access to my own), not only that I was deprived of my home, my
medical facility and my music room for rehearsals, but I also realized that in
addition to all of that, I wouldn’t be able to go to work anymore. The vandals
now had the house for themselves for unlimited robberies, devastation and for
still undergoing drug transactions, for… “everything they wanted”!... And they had already been perfectly trained
by the police, how to make up fictitious charges against the victim that they
attacked. From officer Hong I learned
that the red eyed monster that was cursing and waving while chasing me, it was
“Mister Spadafora.” That was the first time I had a chance to see who had an order of protection against me. But officer Hong was laughing when I mentioned (what was
true) that I had never seen that individual before. Officer Hong and his patrol
partner just did not realize what they were doing. They believed that they
followed right orders. And please see, what an advanced criminal can invent,
once the thug was very well trained by his uniformed friend. No comments
necessary, link 24:
Dear Readers, do you realize how dangerous it is
when somebody unknown to you has an order of protection against you?... You have even no chance to avoid that person, since you do not know what the person looks like. And it is especially dangerous when the order of protection holder is a
violent, many times arrested, criminal recidivist!
The inspector ordered the squatters who occupied
the basement, to vacate it, since he found it hazardous. The impostor,
"visitor" who had tricked Mr. Szymczuk prior to the criminal
invasion, was among them, so he was ordered to vacate the premises and return
the keys to the owner. It was, again, JANUARY 25, 2012 (twelve days after the
initial house attack), when that person left Mr. Szymczuk's house, under the
VACATE ORDER issued by the Building Department Inspector, link 25:
Even though the only "legitimate guest"
who had been admitted by Mr. Szymczuk (unaware!) to enter his house, was gone,
still new burglars, robbers, and all kinds of criminals, were constantly
breaking into the house, devastating it, squatting there, and attacking the
owner, or whoever entered the house with him. Whenever the owner fixed the
front door, it was immediately broken again, since none of the intruders had
the key to the house anymore. Every day, every night, new strangers were
breaking into the house and were telling the police: "I LIVE HERE AND I
PAY HIM MONEY," and, even though there was NO EVIDENCE of any
"renting," the police, as usually, were threatening the owner to
arrest him for making emergency calls, and ordering him to go, with every new
burglar, to landlord tenant court. The police kept ordering the house owner to do a completely impossible thing, to have the CIVIL court remove from the house CRIMINAL squatters! It was never possible to be completed. Still new attackers were breaking into the house and squatting there. The house was still full of new squatters! And can you imagine how dangerous it was to the owner's life, to proceed with those evictions, when the crowds of still new squatters were continuously threatening (and physically attacking him!), what they might do to him and to the house, if he dared to evict them?!...
The wrongful compilation that the criminally involved policemen had made in their false report, was very dangerous to many people, not just to me, the direct victim, and to my housemates. The police responded to MY emergency call, but in the report they placed somebody else's name as the "caller." Then, all the other police officers referred to that false document and they did not realize that they followed wrong directions. In the section "Occurrence thru," at the beginning of the report, my emergency call appears, along with the information "Complaint received/Radio" (see again link 19). Obviously, it was my complaint that Sgt. Dolan and officer Ronzino heard on the squad-car radio, since I was the only Complainant/Victim at that address. But along with the time of the emergency call that they received from me, they placed somebody else's name as the "caller," instead of mine, and all the rest of the information in the report, all the other details enclosed, are FALSE. They placed a name of a dangerous thug as a fictitious "caller," and they made him a false "victim." They used my 911 call to fabricate the false report in favor of a criminal attacker, and they made up a false "complaint" on his behalf. That criminal mystification endangered lives of many people. Even the neighbors, passing by pedestrians in the street, and the contiguous houses, were never safe. To find out how dangerous the situation in the house was, please see a letter from a team of architects who visited the house at the owner’s request, link 26:
The wrongful compilation that the criminally involved policemen had made in their false report, was very dangerous to many people, not just to me, the direct victim, and to my housemates. The police responded to MY emergency call, but in the report they placed somebody else's name as the "caller." Then, all the other police officers referred to that false document and they did not realize that they followed wrong directions. In the section "Occurrence thru," at the beginning of the report, my emergency call appears, along with the information "Complaint received/Radio" (see again link 19). Obviously, it was my complaint that Sgt. Dolan and officer Ronzino heard on the squad-car radio, since I was the only Complainant/Victim at that address. But along with the time of the emergency call that they received from me, they placed somebody else's name as the "caller," instead of mine, and all the rest of the information in the report, all the other details enclosed, are FALSE. They placed a name of a dangerous thug as a fictitious "caller," and they made him a false "victim." They used my 911 call to fabricate the false report in favor of a criminal attacker, and they made up a false "complaint" on his behalf. That criminal mystification endangered lives of many people. Even the neighbors, passing by pedestrians in the street, and the contiguous houses, were never safe. To find out how dangerous the situation in the house was, please see a letter from a team of architects who visited the house at the owner’s request, link 26:
Mr. Szymczuk tried to comply with the
Building Department inspector's suggestion to make some corrections in the
house that had not been done after he purchased it. But the whole team of the
architects and engineers could not do any work in the house, because of the
aggressive, attacking squatters!!... And none of them looked or acted as if
they would have been afraid of a choking woman with a whisk broom, as officer
RONZINO and Sgt. BRENDAN DOLAN had invented in their FALSE REPORT!
As a result of the inspector's visit, at the ECB
(Environmental Control Board) HEARING, Mr. Szymczuk was RELEASED from any
charges regarding "ILLEGAL RENTING," see the fragments of the ECB
decision, link 27:
You could hear the heart-breaking declaration
that the house owner made during the ECB session, when he expressed his will
even to pay the penalty for “illegal renting,” or any charges that would apply,
if he only could have his home back. But NO EVIDENCE OF ILLEGAL RENTING WAS
FOUND. Having a crowd of squatters in the house, against the owner's will, or
allowing a "mutual friend" to stay in the house (for no charge!) was
NOT CONSIDERED "ILLEGAL RENTING." The owner was not even charged for
the fact that he had not been able to do the required work in the house on
time, since it was not possible because of the attacking squatters.
Despite that ECB decision, the police were
constantly ordering Mr. Szymczuk to "go to landlord tenant court"
with every new assailant who broke into his house for new robberies or narcotic
transaction purposes, or whenever some intruder assaulted him even outside the
house. And he had to proceed with the six months lasting eviction against the
violent squatter, Richard Spadafora, who had been falsely granted an order of
protection that allowed him to use Mr. Szymczuk's house for endless robberies,
physical attacks on the owner, and for vandalizing. In addition to that,
RICHARD SPADAFORA NEVER LIVED IN MR. SZYMCZUK'S HOUSE. A false claim to tenancy
was imposed on the owner as a result of the wrongful actions of the police and the
writing of an erroneous report. Please see again the criminal's ARREST DISPOSITION
SHEETS (link number 21) that show that during the time when he was the holder
of an order of protection against me, he was arrested TENTH TIME, and he lived
at a DIFFERENT ADDRESS. The reason why he entered Mr. Szymczuk's house, had
been ROBBERY only. That fact
became absolutely clear, especially, when it turned out that another robber, who
was under WARRANT, with a posted picture, was with him during the invasion on our house. When based
on the FALSE POLICE REPORT, Richard Spadafora was granted an ORDER OF PROTECTION, he
only used the house for further robberies, for all night long, rampant, narcotic/prostitution scandal parties, and for drug transactions.
Our house had to be abandoned by all three of us,
the legitimate residents. Both of my housemates, Kazimierz and Jadwiga, even
though no order of protection had been issued against them, were not able to
live in the house any more either. The owner evacuated both of his dogs to his
other house in New Jersey. But our abandoned cats still remained in Queens, in
the house occupied by dangerous drug abusers. In New Jersey, he could only keep
the dogs in a small basement room, since the whole apartment building was
inhabited by the tenants. In Queens, the dogs had had a large space in the
house and in the yard available to them, so they could not get used to the lack
of space in the New Jersey house basement. They were confused and shocked with
the sudden change. They started to fight. When the owner returned from work one day, the small room
where they were kept was full of blood. Despite an immediate trip to
the Animal Emergency Hospital in Manhattan, the older one, Sonia, did not make
it. Sonia was the first victim who did not survive the attack on our house. See attachment 28:
28)
Two other
victims, who did not survive the attack, were my cats, Snow-White and Caramel. My housemates’
lives were endangered when they attempted to enter the house and feed the abandoned
animals, stuck in the attic. My
housemates could not even pick up their own belongings. The “safest” time to go
there was early in the morning, when the intruders were completely
intoxicated and drunk after a whole night of partying. Then they were lying
down unconscious, on the floor and everywhere around the house. They lay down
among their own vomits, so it was easy to slip and trip, when walking in the
dark. It was usually Kazimierz, the house owner, who was brave enough to “sneak
in” and get to the attic, to the imprisoned cats. But, even if he was able
to get upstairs safely, there was always a risk that some of the drug addicts
would wake up once in a while, and then, the violent squatters made it unable
for the owner to get out. They would block the attic door, throw heavy items,
or try to kick through the door, threatening and attempting to attack the owner
in revenge for the eviction procedure that he already had started. In the
meantime, some of the attackers would also run outside and damage his car. If the owner or anyone who
interpreted for him, asked for help and assistance, for example from a friendly
volunteer from the animal shelter, that only endangered that person’s life.
When the owner, or the person who assisted and interpreted for him, called 911,
he was threatened by the police with arrest for making the emergency calls.
Whenever Kazimierz, even assisted by some brave volunteer, was able to
successfully “sneak” into the attic, he tried to stay there for as short time
as possible. In the rush to feed and briefly clean, he and the person
who assisted him were not able to notice that two of the cats were in great
need of medical attention. The cats were hiding in fear and were in shock
from the whole situation. In the middle of March (two months after the initial
house attack) we lost any hope of having our home back, and finally found a
place to evacuate my 23 cats, but Snow-White and Caramel could not be saved.
Despite immediate veterinary attention, Snow-White passed away in April (2012),
after staying several days in Oradell Animal Hospital in Paramus, New Jersey. See attachment 29:
29)
Caramel passed away soon after her, despite the attentive care that she received in the Union City “Summit” Animal Clinic, also in New Jersey, to where we had already moved. See attattachment 30:
30)
When on February 8, 2012, about 7:30-8 AM, Kazimierz intended to enter his house and to take care of our abandoned cats that were still stuck in the occupied house’s attic, a heavy air conditioner was thrown down from one of the house windows, right in front of his face, while he was trying to approach the house, see attachment 31:
31)
He could not call 911 right away since he did not have anybody to interpret for him, but he found a fluent bilingual interpreter a few hours later and went to his local precinct to report the life-threatening incident, and to ask for protection to be able to approach his house. He could not live in the house anymore for safety reasons, but all his belongings were still there, and our abandoned house pets were locked in the attic. Unfortunately, all the signals of danger and requests for protection were fruitless. The interpreter was not given a chance to say a word for Mr. Szymczuk. Sgt. BRENDAN DOLAN was on duty in the precinct and did not allow the interpreter to speak. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO!” – he said to the interpreter, and to Mr. Szymczuk he said: “YOUR WIFE WAS ARRESTED, I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANY COMPLAINTS FROM YOU!” … Mr. Szymczuk was very surprised to hear that, not only for the fact that he had no rights to receive any help when his life was in danger, but also for the fact that he… was NOT MARRIED at that time! Mr. Szymczuk’s attorney immediately wrote a letter about that incident (and about Sgt. BRENDAN DOLAN refusing to accept the report!) to the precinct commander, but that letter, as well as any of the other letters from the attorney, were never responded to. Please see samples of the attorney’s letters to the precinct, link 32:
32) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_URFEzNi15TnlaX2s/view?usp=sharing
That was not the only time when 102 precinct, under the command of SGT. BRENDAN DOLAN, openly refused to accept a report from our house. Whenever some of my housemates, assisted by an interpreter, showed up at the precinct to report a further criminal act, and the front desk officer was about to take the report, the SERGEANT emerged from the back room and said "NO, NO, NO REPORTS ARE NECESSARY, WE KNOW THE SITUATION. WE ALREADY MADE ONE ARREST THERE!" The front desk officers, however, did not know that the "one arrest" was made on the VICTIM, on the REAL and ONLY C/V, COMPLAINANT/VICTIM, who had reported the whole crime at the very beginning. In the initial, falsified report somebody else's name was placed as the C/V. All the other officers did not realize that the C/V's name in the report was switched, and whenever they had to deal with a complaint coming from our house, they referred to that false report. They did not realize that they followed completely wrong directions. And the robberies, burglaries, house vandalism, narcotic tradings, and all other criminal activities, were going on and on, in our house.
On March 8, 2012, there was a BURGLARY and ROBBERY into my housemate, Jadwiga Mazurkiewicz’s bedroom. Her valuable properties were stolen. But when she reported it (and she even received a report number!), her report returned completely FALSIFIED, the BURGLARY and ROBBERY were CHANGED into a "RESIDENTIAL HARASSMENT" only, and her case was immediately DISMISSED. Please see Ms. Mazurkiewicz's report, “CONVERTED” by the police, link 33:
That was not the only time when 102 precinct, under the command of SGT. BRENDAN DOLAN, openly refused to accept a report from our house. Whenever some of my housemates, assisted by an interpreter, showed up at the precinct to report a further criminal act, and the front desk officer was about to take the report, the SERGEANT emerged from the back room and said "NO, NO, NO REPORTS ARE NECESSARY, WE KNOW THE SITUATION. WE ALREADY MADE ONE ARREST THERE!" The front desk officers, however, did not know that the "one arrest" was made on the VICTIM, on the REAL and ONLY C/V, COMPLAINANT/VICTIM, who had reported the whole crime at the very beginning. In the initial, falsified report somebody else's name was placed as the C/V. All the other officers did not realize that the C/V's name in the report was switched, and whenever they had to deal with a complaint coming from our house, they referred to that false report. They did not realize that they followed completely wrong directions. And the robberies, burglaries, house vandalism, narcotic tradings, and all other criminal activities, were going on and on, in our house.
On March 8, 2012, there was a BURGLARY and ROBBERY into my housemate, Jadwiga Mazurkiewicz’s bedroom. Her valuable properties were stolen. But when she reported it (and she even received a report number!), her report returned completely FALSIFIED, the BURGLARY and ROBBERY were CHANGED into a "RESIDENTIAL HARASSMENT" only, and her case was immediately DISMISSED. Please see Ms. Mazurkiewicz's report, “CONVERTED” by the police, link 33:
Such types of burglaries, to the house and to
every single, separate room, were taking place every day and every night. When one of the intruders got
evicted, a whole new “colony” of others broke in and started squatting again. If
the famous TV personality, HOWARD THOMPSON from CHANNEL WPIX 11 News section
“Help Me Howard,” had not responded to my desperate emails and phone calls, and did not help us, Kazimierz Szymczuk would probably have to
proceed with still new and new squatter evictions, until now!... My story was
on WPIX 11 News several times and the faces of two of the assailants were
regularly on TV, with many announcements and repeats for warning the public.
Please see these two of the videos that are available on YouTube, links 34 and
35:
34) https://youtu.be/3vvoaFte8E8
34) https://youtu.be/3vvoaFte8E8
35) https://youtu.be/HuTTbZOoIKo
In these videos you can see only two of the assailants, and their "unconventional" behavior in front of the TV-camera. Please imagine, how they might have acted, when the house was full of their kind of individuals and they were all completely intoxicated, with no control!... Can you imagine what a large group (a crowd!) of individuals with such violent behavior and incessantly under the delusion caused by drugs, could do to a house during many months? ...Or to anyone, who would dare to stand on their way??... You can see in the chapter "THE COST OF REPORTING A POLICEMAN'S COLLUSION WITH DRUG DEALERS" of this blog, more evidence, photos, and further description of the devastation.
Even
when the losses caused by the violent squatters were already clearly proven, evident (the devastation shown on TV), the
police, Internal Affairs, were constantly falsifying all my complaints that I
kept placing, in the efforts to, at least, search for justice. The assigned
"detectives-investigators" (who were always from the same, 102
Precinct, namely: co-workers and colleagues of the oppressor and the
falsifier's!) kept instructing me: "THE OFFICER HAD RIGHTS TO ARREST YOU,
BECAUSE YOU RENTED YOUR HOUSE ILLEGALLY AND YOU DEMANDED MONEY FROM YOUR
ILLEGAL TENANT!... AND YOU WERE DOING IT BEFORE!... AND THE OFFICER TOLD YOU THAT
THE TENANT HAD RIGHTS TO HAVE GUESTS!"... etc, etc. When, with all possible efforts, I tried to remind them that I
had never been a house owner in all my life, and that Mr. Szymczuk’s house was
NOT rented, it was like talking to a “wall.” When I filed a new complaint to
rectify the "incorrect" response, then, new lies were being invented, all chain of lies. I was
desperately, continuously reporting a house robbery attack and property
devastation, but the police and Internal Affairs Bureau kept “converting” my reports
into: “Eva Grabowicz had a dispute with her tenants.” Whenever the I.A.B. officers made the written records of my complaints, they always CHANGED the contents, and they kept doing it always the same way, to HIDE THE TRUTH and to cover for their criminally involved colleagues. See two samples of the letters, "records of my complaints" that I had placed with I.A.B. over the phone, with clearly twisted contents, links
36 and 37:
When I and
the house owner reported the fact that still new burglars were breaking every
day into the house, robbing and vandalizing it, the I.A.B. officers kept reminding
us that “TENANT HAS RIGHTS TO HAVE GUESTS.” According to the police, I, who
have NEVER BEEN A HOUSE OWNER, "RENTED" a house that was NOT MINE,
and with my ailment that I have been struggling from birth, the very strong
ALLERGY TO FUMES, I "allowed to enter in,” and "demanded
money"(!), from the whole colony of ADVANCED SMOKERS, DRUG ABUSERS!!!... And
the Queens District Attorney had granted an order of protection to a violent,
constantly intoxicated criminal recidivist, 21, against an assaulted, choking
woman-victim, 54, 5’1’’, with recurrent disability, based on all those
lies!!!...
REAL robbers, intruders, were coming and breaking into the house, damaging it, turning it into a ruin, causing REAL devastation and
creating REALLY dangerous, life-threatening situations for me and my housemates. I, however, was the one who was arraigned, and charged with FALSE accusations. I, the endangered victim, was the one who was continuously being instructed
with still new, FALSE stories invented against me, to convince me, that when
the house was full of the smoking narcotics, violent assailants, the officer, who responded to my emergency call, had "NO OTHER CHOICE", but to arrest only... ME, THE CHOKING VICTIM, WHO RAISED THE ALARM AND INSISTED ON HELP!... While REAL ROBBERS, dangerous
CRIMINAL OFFENDERS were robbing and vandalizing my home, I, the victim, was deprived of all human rights. I was standing in front of the criminal judges as a fictitious
"defendant," during the falsely created criminal procedures, so viciously
imposed on me. My life was in real danger, but I had to follow the false, completely absurd and irrational, "routine" procedures, required by the criminal court, such as the one to “prove” a fictitious “guilt.” During those procedures I felt like I had to prove that I was not a camel or elephant. My own
and my housemate’s lives were in danger, I had made THREE EMERGENCY CALLS at the time, at the very beginning when the danger started, I RAISED AN ALARM FOR
HELP, I INFORMED and ALERTED THE POLICE ABOUT MY MEDICAL CONDITION (as the doctors had always
instructed me to do!), and… WHAT DID I GET??!!
Besides contacting Internal Affairs and CCRB (Civilian Complaints Review Bureau) or the Police Commissioner’s Office directly, I also had contacted other units to get any possible help for my attacked home. For example, I called the Queens DA Narcotic Division. But this is what I always heard instead of receiving help: “You are a defendant, I am not allowed to talk to you. It’s against the law.” It was “against the law” talking to ME, the endangered victim, but Ms. ADA (Assistant District Attorney) who was prosecuting me, did not mind to talk to a CRIMINAL RECIDIVIST who was in the middle of a PENDING CRIMINAL CASE, and to negotiate about MY LIFE with him, even though it was AGAINST THE LAW! She was the one who had an access to the 911 calls records, and she knew very well, from the very beginning, that that criminal had NEVER MADE ANY 911 CALL, and that he had NEVER BEEN ANY “COMPLAINANT” or “VICTIM,” but she did not do anything regarding those true facts, in order to save my life and my home. The case should have been EXPUNGED from the very beginning and the vandals taken to jail for ROBBERIES AND NARCOTIC POSSESSIONS! And for entering the house illegally by TRICKING THE OWNER! But the vicious, corrupt policemen, with their extensive knowledge in fabricating false reports, did know very well how to make me “harmless” (by making me a fictitious “defendant!”), and to offer my home and my medical facility, as a GIFT for their criminal companions-drug abusers, for as long as it was possible. That thug, being under a criminal pending case, was NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO THE POLICE, but the police did very kindly and politely TALK TO HIM, and even kept producing false reports in his favor and made up a “complaint” on his behalf!...
WHY DIDN'T THE ASSIGNED UNITS PROTECT ME FROM THE LIFE-THREATENING DANGER THAT I HAD REPORTED??!!
Besides contacting Internal Affairs and CCRB (Civilian Complaints Review Bureau) or the Police Commissioner’s Office directly, I also had contacted other units to get any possible help for my attacked home. For example, I called the Queens DA Narcotic Division. But this is what I always heard instead of receiving help: “You are a defendant, I am not allowed to talk to you. It’s against the law.” It was “against the law” talking to ME, the endangered victim, but Ms. ADA (Assistant District Attorney) who was prosecuting me, did not mind to talk to a CRIMINAL RECIDIVIST who was in the middle of a PENDING CRIMINAL CASE, and to negotiate about MY LIFE with him, even though it was AGAINST THE LAW! She was the one who had an access to the 911 calls records, and she knew very well, from the very beginning, that that criminal had NEVER MADE ANY 911 CALL, and that he had NEVER BEEN ANY “COMPLAINANT” or “VICTIM,” but she did not do anything regarding those true facts, in order to save my life and my home. The case should have been EXPUNGED from the very beginning and the vandals taken to jail for ROBBERIES AND NARCOTIC POSSESSIONS! And for entering the house illegally by TRICKING THE OWNER! But the vicious, corrupt policemen, with their extensive knowledge in fabricating false reports, did know very well how to make me “harmless” (by making me a fictitious “defendant!”), and to offer my home and my medical facility, as a GIFT for their criminal companions-drug abusers, for as long as it was possible. That thug, being under a criminal pending case, was NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO THE POLICE, but the police did very kindly and politely TALK TO HIM, and even kept producing false reports in his favor and made up a “complaint” on his behalf!...
One of the
other REAL CRIMINALS, a ROBBER that was squatting in our house, was 20 years
old, Russian speaking "DANIEL", who was under WARRANT. His picture
was posted in every precinct, as WANTED by the police for ROBBERY. I found out
about "DANIEL" when someone, who introduced himself as a DETECTIVE
(the gentleman mentioned his name), called me from a displayed Queens phone
number, in the middle of March, 2012. The Detective asked me, if I could come
to his precinct and recognize a picture of "Daniel", since, as the
Detective suspected: "HE MIGHT BE HIDING IN YOUR HOUSE". I told
Detective that I would not be able to recognize a picture of any robber, since
I HAD NOT SEEN any of the assailants, who entered the house, as I was hiding in
the attic for safety, when they were coming. Neither could I "just go
there" and "recognize" any of them in the occupied house. About
five months later my housemates RECOGNIZED that ROBBER, who was squatting in
our house from the VERY BEGINNING, from the initial attack on January 13, 2012.
And the police were there almost every day, threatening only us, the victims,
arresting ME for sounding the alarm for help, but they "DID NOT SEE"
a WANTED under WARRANT, with a posted picture ROBBER, who was hiding in our
house all the time. Why did the Detective look for a WANTED ROBBER exactly in
Mr. Szymczuk's house?... He looked in the RIGHT PLACE: in the house, where THE
ROBBERY ATTACK just HAD TAKEN PLACE! He must have seen my original 911 call
report, before it became falsified. The police knew very well that there WAS a
violent, continued ROBBERY going on in Mr. Szymczuk's house, but who cared
about ours, the victims' safety and for our lost properties??...
My
housemates were not able to take the WANTED ROBBER’S picture, since he was
always hiding his face when a photo was being taken. Please see the WANTED
ROBBER hiding his face from the photo camera, with another drug addict,
trespasser, who was squatting in the same room, attachments 38 and 39:
38)
39)
…But my
housemates recorded a sample of his voice! Here is DANIEL, the WANTED ROBBER
speaking to another squatter, his companion, link 40:
I later asked one of the assigned investigators, LIEUTENANT
M. at 102 precinct, why a WANTED ROBBER was squatting in our house for five
months, even though the police were being notified and called for assistance so many
times, and the burglaries and property losses were constantly being reported. Lieutenant
M. answered me calmly: “HE [the WANTED ROBBER] HAD RIGHTS TO STAY IN YOUR
HOUSE. HE WAS MR. SPADAFORA’S GUEST.” … … Doesn’t this country really need a
strong monitoring from some outside powers??... Who, otherwise, is going to
protect the victims of this system???...
I do not
know the names of all the “investigators” that had been assigned for my
complaints, but I remember the very first one was LIEUTENANT W. at 102
precinct. If Lieutenant W. had taken right actions, my home would have been
saved. I remember, he spoke to me and I reported everything that had happened,
but then he ignored everything that I said and listened only to the oppressor
and to the falsifier, his colleagues.
Was it really so “hard” for the Lieutenant to check that I was the real
Complainant/Victim who had reported the robbery attack at that address? Or that
the house was full of narcotics and under constant robberies? Or that there was
no evidence of any “renting,” that a WANTED, with a posted picture, ROBBER was
hiding there from the beginning, that another criminal assailant was granted an
order of protection while I was the only one that had made three 911 calls
regarding that attack? And that I had never been any “house owner,” as it was
falsely indicated in the “report”?... That everything in that false “report”
was made wrong and “incorrect”??... And
that all that mystification was only created because my home was “needed” and
chosen for narcotics and robbery purposes, one of the follow up addresses used
by the attackers on their way of attacking people’s houses, and then going and
attacking others and others?... Was it really so very hard for the New York
policeman, LIEUTENANT, especially, to check all of that, to verify all of the
information, and take the right steps to save my home, and then, to save also
others from the further attacks??...
Five months
after the initial house attack, when "Help me Howard" issued the
first episode of our story on Channel WPIX 11 News, the police arrested one
of the many burglars who were constantly breaking into our house. My
housemate, Jadwiga was the direct witness of that burglary. I made the emergency call when she notified me and the house owner about the follow up burglary that she had witnessed. I made the 911 call, even though I was not in the house, and, of course, I could not go there and assist her, for the obvious reason. The order of protection issued to another house attacker, was still in effect. I even hesitated to make that 911 call on behalf of my housemate. I still remembered the police threats addressed to both of my housemates and their interpreters, to arrest all of them for calling 911, whenever all the other acts of crime in the house occurred. But to our surprise, it was not just the "regular police" that responded to my 911 call at this time. It was a NARCOTIC DIVISION!! The officers arrived in civil clothes and on bicycles, besides the regular squad cars!! The Queens District Attorney authorities knew very well what was going on in our house! Too bad that none of my initial 911 calls that I had made five moths earlier, had received such attentive response. Jadwiga handled the situation very well and responded clearly to the detective's questions, despite her limited English. The name of the arrested burglar was "YONDEN SHAKYA.” Please see his arrest record sheet and find
out what they found on him, link 41:
And it was the only one of many, many still
new burglars and drug abusers that were breaking in to the house every day and
every night. Every night until morning, about 25-30 people were having rampant
drug parties in our home, and those were not still the same people each night... Jadwiga
received an order of protection against that arrested burglar. So, she became a holder of an order of protection against someone, whose criminal colleague-companion was already granted an order of protection against ME, her housemate and close friend!... But then, unfortunately, she was under constant threats from a number of other criminal elements who were still coming to the house and attacking. She
was then too afraid to sign the DA (District Attorney) supporting deposition regarding Yonden Shakya’s
arrest. She was granted an order of protection against the one criminal only,
while, approximately over 20 others, kept coming regularly to the house and threatening. Because of the fact that, out of fear, she had not signed that document, she was then not accepted as a witness during my legal procedure against NYPD. Her endangered life was not considered an "explanation" and had no meaning for the legal authorities.
It is hard
to describe how it feels to live in such life-threatening DANGER for so many
months. I hardly survived when the criminals chased after me even on the
way to my jobs, and during the eviction, when they threatened the owner
what they might do to the house, and kept announcing: “WE WILL FIND THE BITCH
AND GET HER ARRESTED AGAIN," if he dared to evict them. You may hear samples of the threats
recorded on the house owner’s cellphone. The threats made by the Richard
Spadafora, the order of protection holder, are especially clear; links 42 and
43:
The police
had fabricated a FALSE REPORT in favor of a criminal offender, and then
the police were continuously and deliberately IGNORING all signals of danger that occurred as the result of
that FALSIFICATION. Besides the false report, the corrupt policemen also
produced FALSE PAGES in their MEMO-BOOKS. Both officers “forgot” to mention in
their memo-books, that they responded to MY 911 CALLS, even TWO TIMES, and that
they came to my address alarmed by ME, the real and only C/V at both times. In their FALSE REPORT, the
criminally involved policemen created a small, plastic whisk broom that was
used for cleaning cat litter, as a “DANGEROUS, 4th GRADE WEAPON,”
while the attacking vandals were breaking the furniture into pieces and
throwing the big items around; the attackers pulled the heavy stair banister 8 feet,
heavy metal-wood, out of the wall, and were breaking the ceiling lampshades
with it. Please see what, according to the police officers, Sgt. Brendan Dolan
and P.O. Salvatore Ronzino, was a “4th GRADE WEAPON,” link 44:
44)
And please
see one of the weapons used by the attackers for destroying the house, link 45:
45)
The
assailants forced all the doors, including the glassy shower stall door in the second-floor
bathroom, out of hinges, and with those big, heavy objects, were then breaking other, smaller items. They pushed the air conditioner out of the second-floor
window, while the owner was passing by, you could see the enclosed picture
before
(link/attachment number 31).
I am a
trained animal rescuer and there were over 20 live animals in the house, so the
whisk broom in the hallway was still in use. I truly regret that I did not have
any real weapon, not a toy-whisk broom, but a REAL, true weapon for
self-protection, that I would have known how to use, and that would have helped
me to save my home. But dealing with such an extended number of the intoxicated
infestation, even an artillery cannon, with a support of a whole regiment of
soldiers, would not have been enough!... Furthermore, I have a proven, medical ailment, I am not supposed to be exposed to any chemicals. The trespassers made the whole house permeated with deleterious, heavy toxic fumes, which severely compromised my health condition. If a weak, 50+ years old, hardly breathing woman, in self-defense, would have been able to approach and "attack" some of violent assailants, who evidently did compromise her health condition, it would be the most appropriate thing that should have been done. If it were only physically possible!...
During those
three days in jail I was aware that with my poor health condition I might not
survive such kind of abuse. Lack of normal food required for my diet, only
aggravated my condition. I did not know how my aggravated and untreated allergy
might develop, and for how much longer I would be kept there (if ever
released!), considering what I had witnessed and reported: New York City
policeman colluding with narcotic abusers and supporting drug related activities!... At that time, I had no clue what
kind of charges might have been invented against me for the fact that I dared
to report such a thing! Therefore, from the wall phone in the jail cell I
notified everybody I possibly could reach and I left clear messages about what
just had been done. I called those of my friends whose numbers I remembered,
and through their conference phones they connected me with almost all the
world. I contacted all my friends (and even those that I did not know) who were
foreign or domestic media reporters, foreign Embassies, official personalities,
and government officials that I ever worked with as an entertainer, the highest
church authorities. It was weekend time, hard time to reach anybody, and my
friends could track down only the official numbers, but I realized that if
something happened to me, those appropriate, prominent people at least would
have my recorded messages. The whole world should know that Germany was not the only
country that was the source of the HOLOCAUST. I remembered the holocaust victims when Sgt. Brendan Dolan
was dragging me, while I was choking, wet and almost naked, in the middle of
the night, handcuffed, to the street. It was exactly the way the holocaust
victims were being taken to the concentration camps! In addition to that, I did not realize that that was the last time that I saw all my belongings, and stayed in the place which at that time was called my home, before everything was taken away from me. And then, in the court
room, right after I was released from the jail cell and ordered not to return to my home, I was given some paper to
sign, which I could not read. I couldn't read it, because I did not wear my reading (or even my
distance) glasses. I had been taken to jail straight from the shower and I
never wear glasses when I take a shower. I tried to tell the clerk that I was not able to read that paper, but he only reminded me that I was not allowed to
talk in the court room, and that if I did not sign it, I would go back to the
jail cell. I signed it, because again, I remembered that the holocaust victims
were also forced to sign papers against their wills. They had to accept it.
They had no other choice, even if later they didn’t survive. And I felt like I was about to
lose my awareness, after three days of lack of normal food, drinkable water,
and the required diet that the doctors had ordered me to follow in my
condition. I knew that my church employers (and other authorities) contacted
the precinct and other units regarding my case. So, probably thanks to them I
was released. Just, released to the street, in what I was wearing on, with
partially naked top of my body showing through… Those dirty, flimsy clothes
that I wore, plus my bathrobe, my bath towel, scarf, and my cellphone that were
to be picked up at the local precinct, were then all that I had owned, all my
possessions, without an access to anything else. In the street, I was only worrying that some street authorities could take me as a “street-bum,” smelling
badly (after three days of not washing), with sticky, knotted hair (the hair
lotion had not fully dried) and in summer clothes in the middle of winter… I
felt dizzy, about to pass out, my nose was bleeding whenever I tried to take a
deep breath, I couldn’t open my eyes to the normal light after three days in
the jail cell. I had a terrible pain in my eye balls. I thought it was only
from not wearing the prescription glasses for so long, but I didn’t realize
that it was also from newly developed sinus problems. I had to wait until my
friends, James and Bozena, would come with warm clothes and warm food, to pick
me up. They only knew approximately when I was supposed to be released, but I
had no cellphone and no penny on me, to make a call and let them know that I
was already outside, so I had to wait until they found me. I did not realize,
in what kind of danger I was while I was walking around the criminal court
building and waiting for my friends. That paper that I just had signed, unaware what it was, it was an order of protection issued against me, to a dangerous criminal recidivist, who was unknown to me and whom I had never seen in my life. And I was only a few blocks away
from the occupied house, that was granted to him as "his address"! Numbers of the groggily pacing “American gentlemen,” his criminal companions, were still walking around. Any minute I could have been arrested again for
“stalking Mr. Spadafora!” I did not realize that I would not see my belongings
anymore; that the next time I would see my former home, would be five months
later, only for the purpose to film, by the TV crew, the debris that used to be
my belongings, and then, to remove the debris in order help the house owner to
sell the house.
To my
friends who allowed me to stay in their homes, I was an extremely difficult
guest, with my so aggravated nasal allergies, with my constantly bleeding nose
as a reaction to any new allergens, air fresheners, perfumes, cosmetics, hair
sprays, detergents, not to mention cigarettes. My allergic reactions
caused a total rearrangement of the people’s lives (until I found a new home to
live) while my real home, that was adjusted to my allergic needs, suddenly became a
NARCOTIC CENTER. Even when I became a patient of the ENT Allergy Clinic, a
recipient of the Clinic's Crime Victim Board Insurance as a victim of police
abuse, I could not perfectly follow doctors' orders because of lack of my own,
environmentally adjusted living space that was needed as a basis for the required
treatments. I even had no access to my old medical records that were so needed
for my new treatments, since all my documents were stuck in the occupied house.
While I was
preparing all the documentation for this blog, I tracked down one more falsified
document, A FALSE MEDICAL REPORT. This report was fabricated when Sgt. Brendan
Dolan called the ambulance to make me mental, after he found out that I had
placed the complaint against him with the Internal Affairs Bureau. The
paramedic refused to confine me as “mental,” but then the whole false report
was produced. The report contains completely false information regarding mine,
the patient’s alleged “health condition.” It contains invented “details” of imaginary “medical exams” that never happened, the patient’s falsified date of
birth (DOB), improper name, false contents in the “Narrative History Text”,
along with a FORGERY of my signature! Please, see the
fabricated ambulance report posted below, and find out whose shield number is there as the
WITNESS under the forged signature!...
After the paramedic had refused to make me “mental” and left, the Sergeant chose to continue abusing me, even though I already had raised an alarm about my medical ailment. He did not know what kind of medical ailment I had that would not allow me to stay within fumes, since he did not give me a chance to reach for any of my old, existing medical records, that I had in the house. And the ambulances never have sources to diagnose this kind of ailment. Allergies can be diagnosed only in laboratory conditions. A victim with heavy asthma or emphysema, would not have been able to survive such abuse. And then, the falsified medical report would greatly protect the oppressor from any accusations regarding his wrongful acts of abuse!!... And the REAL REASON why the ambulance had been called by the criminally involved policeman, has not been revealed in this false "Prehospital Care Report Summary." The ambulance HAD NOT been called because of my “breathing problems,” or for my "LEFT ARM PAIN," as it has been falsely indicated in the report. They invented those “tricks” later. After the paramedic refused to “make me mental,” they used my real health issue as a false “excuse” to fabricate the "report," and to make believe that the ambulance had allegedly been called for that reason. I deal with my ailment all my life and I know that if any medical care giver were called to a patient with this breathing condition indicated, and the care giver would have entered such a polluted with toxic fumes area, as the first thing, the care giver would have raised an alarm that the patient should not stay in such unhealthy, deleterious environment. The intensity of the smoke and fumes would have adversely affected even a healthy person. Any medical assistant who would enter that scene, would have ordered to ventilate the place first, or would have given the patient a filter mask to wear while staying in such environment, until the air was cleared. The paramedic who had visited me, was completely not prepared for that, he was confused, since he had been called for a different reason. No conversation was possible to undergo in such polluted area, so, furthermore, no exam was possible to be performed on a person with my breathing issue, while staying in such deleterious environment. The paramedic left the attic as soon as he found out about my condition. I rushed to leave the intoxicated house as soon as possible, so he let me go. He must have noticed that I had stepped out directly from the shower, was wet and not dressed yet, not fully ready to go. Consequently, since the plan of "making me mental" had failed, his NYPD “boss” evidently later ordered him to fabricate the false report and to invent all the fictitious “exams” that never happened. He even had another medical assistant (who had never seen me at all!) get involved into the falsification. The Sergeant had already had a plan to continue his inhuman abuse, break the doctors’ orders, and force me again to inhale the poisonous fumes, so he needed the false medical report to protect him, in case something would happen to me as a result of his abuse. See link 46, the False Ambulance Report:
After the paramedic had refused to make me “mental” and left, the Sergeant chose to continue abusing me, even though I already had raised an alarm about my medical ailment. He did not know what kind of medical ailment I had that would not allow me to stay within fumes, since he did not give me a chance to reach for any of my old, existing medical records, that I had in the house. And the ambulances never have sources to diagnose this kind of ailment. Allergies can be diagnosed only in laboratory conditions. A victim with heavy asthma or emphysema, would not have been able to survive such abuse. And then, the falsified medical report would greatly protect the oppressor from any accusations regarding his wrongful acts of abuse!!... And the REAL REASON why the ambulance had been called by the criminally involved policeman, has not been revealed in this false "Prehospital Care Report Summary." The ambulance HAD NOT been called because of my “breathing problems,” or for my "LEFT ARM PAIN," as it has been falsely indicated in the report. They invented those “tricks” later. After the paramedic refused to “make me mental,” they used my real health issue as a false “excuse” to fabricate the "report," and to make believe that the ambulance had allegedly been called for that reason. I deal with my ailment all my life and I know that if any medical care giver were called to a patient with this breathing condition indicated, and the care giver would have entered such a polluted with toxic fumes area, as the first thing, the care giver would have raised an alarm that the patient should not stay in such unhealthy, deleterious environment. The intensity of the smoke and fumes would have adversely affected even a healthy person. Any medical assistant who would enter that scene, would have ordered to ventilate the place first, or would have given the patient a filter mask to wear while staying in such environment, until the air was cleared. The paramedic who had visited me, was completely not prepared for that, he was confused, since he had been called for a different reason. No conversation was possible to undergo in such polluted area, so, furthermore, no exam was possible to be performed on a person with my breathing issue, while staying in such deleterious environment. The paramedic left the attic as soon as he found out about my condition. I rushed to leave the intoxicated house as soon as possible, so he let me go. He must have noticed that I had stepped out directly from the shower, was wet and not dressed yet, not fully ready to go. Consequently, since the plan of "making me mental" had failed, his NYPD “boss” evidently later ordered him to fabricate the false report and to invent all the fictitious “exams” that never happened. He even had another medical assistant (who had never seen me at all!) get involved into the falsification. The Sergeant had already had a plan to continue his inhuman abuse, break the doctors’ orders, and force me again to inhale the poisonous fumes, so he needed the false medical report to protect him, in case something would happen to me as a result of his abuse. See link 46, the False Ambulance Report:
46) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_UalYxT015dl9TWXc/view?usp=sharing
Please take a look at the top of 2 page, at the phrase: "Edema: None Cap Refill: <2 Seconds"... I did not know what it meant, until about four years later I found out at a new doctor's office, what kind of exam was described in the false report. You have to take a deep breath and then exhale to the cup, so that the "capacity" of your breath can be checked. If such kind of exam had been tried on me in that attacked house, full of the deleterious narcotic fumes, with my existing medical issue, I would not be alive anymore!
It also took me a while to guess, how the abuser knew my
stage name “Eva Grabo.” At the moment of producing this false document, he only
had entered our house one time before he returned to abuse me. In the mail that his criminal friends had
been stealing, nothing had been addressed to me. I had only recently moved into the house, and no mail would
have been addressed to my stage name. But I finally guessed! When the Sergeant entered the attic
(after the paramedic left) and began, for the second time, to force me to
inhale the fumes of the narcotics, I
showed him a recent newspaper, with a full-page interview with me, as a newly
accepted cantor at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I desperately tried to explain to the
Sergeant, what my profession was, and that I was not supposed to inhale toxic fumes.
A large picture of me and my stage name were on the top of the interview page. The
Sergeant pushed away and ripped-up the newspaper, and kept repeating in a
slurred voice (as if he were not sober!): “WE WILL MAKE YOU MENTAL!” But he had
already memorized my stage name. My real name he learned later, when I was
already in the precinct cell, and he ordered my housemates to bring my ID. But
the false ambulance report with my stage name enclosed, had already been filed.
And can you imagine, how life threatening it
would have been, if I really had needed some immediate medical attention, and
the jail care givers would have been be referring to that false report that had been
fabricated?!... To those false “exams” that never happened??... And who would
have ever believed a prisoner, what really had been done to her??!...
The false “Narrative History Text” says (see
after the invented, incorrect “age” is placed), “LEFT ARM PAIN SECONDARY TO
BEING RESTRAINED BY NYPD […] PT [patient] ATTEMPTED TO ATTACK A TENANT…” Sgt.
Brendan Dolan remembered very well that he had twisted my left arm worse than
the other one, when he first came to our attacked house and tried to use his
“scare-tactic” on me: “YOU BETTER KEEP QUIET OR YOU WILL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO!”
The twisted arm was one of the reasons of my complaint against him with the Internal
Affairs Bureau, they probably had mentioned it to him on the radio. So, he
quickly entered into a plot with the assailants, and invented the story,
that he “had to restrain” me, because with my LEFT ARM I “attacked” and intended
to “kill” one of them. In fact, all my life I am RIGHT
HANDED only!!! And if with my tiny musician-hands, I had ever dared to approach
and attack a violent criminal, a gang member, who along with 20 others were destroying the
house with the heavy stair banister that they had pulled out of the wall, I
would be really proud of myself!!!
CRACK HOUSE INSTEAD OF
SCHOOL
Since I
already have done some work with the international Boards of Education, I will
now make all possible efforts to ad these materials, as new pages, to the
American history, and will make these facts known to the future generations.
Back in Europe I used to work for the members of a diplomatic personnel and
government officials as an entertainer and music instructor. My Master’s Degree
is internationally approved and entitles me to teaching music. I was also one
of the educational staff members who worked on programming music courses for
the children who traveled with their parents into still new international
communities and were raised away from their homelands. For my achievements
including promoting American music in Europe, my stage name can be found among
the entries of the “Who Is Who” encyclopedia and in several music lexicons. And besides being an entertainer,
I also have been a successful music teacher. My piano and voice students were
accepted in the most prestigious music conservatories and schools of music all over the world.
As a TWICE ARRESTED "DEFENDANT" under the pending criminal cases, I was not allowed to
teach or even work around children anymore. I was not even allowed to work as
an organist in churches that were associated with schools. Every employer,
pastor, who would have hired me, would have been in trouble, if in case of any
control it turned out that he had a “twice arrested defendant” working within
the “campus” area. Dioceses require background pre-screening from every employee
entering such units. I lost all my existing jobs, and had no chance even to
look for new job possibilities in my profession.
When
the house attack began, I was about to become a MENTOR and a volunteer teaching
fellow for the City musically talented orphaned children. I attended courses that were required, in order to become the mentor, and in the future,
maybe even a foster parent. Mr. Szymczuk’s house was supposed to be the place
where the music lessons for the talented orphans would be given, and where they
could even live and study/practice music, under my supervision as a teacher. But, of course, I had to give up all
of those precious and priceless for the City activities, because of the false
criminal accusations and wrongful procedures, that were viciously imposed on me. I
have all the documents from attending those valuable courses. See the samples,
link 47:
47) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_URjQwa3loZ05QeUhMTTA3WFNEZlJuOXJRenZR/view?usp=sharing
Mr. Szymczuk offered that he could drive the
young music students to his house for the music lessons, if it were necessary.
The “home study” was about to be scheduled for the city authorities to see and
examine his house. But instead of the talented orphans, his house was
apparently more needed to foster a gang of drug addicts. And instead of a place
for studying music, his house was evidently more needed as a venue for narcotic and escort related "businesses." Our home was turned into a crack house for homeless criminal squatters who lived on narcotics. I
regret that I still didn’t allow those City authorities to go there and see it!
Mr. Szymczuk offered his house to be used for
such precious purpose, so it can give you the idea why he also had helped that
very first imposter-gangster who had tricked him by making believe that he was
a “mutual friend” who needed a basement for storage. Mr. Szymczuk agreed
to help him, because Mr. Szymczuk was always helpful to others. And this is
what was done to him for his willingness to help!
I intended to pursue my studies for obtaining my
DMA (doctor's degree in music) as a continuation of my Master’s Degree on the subject of music pedagogy. I
hoped that working with the American talented orphans would become the basic
source of the material for my DMA. I would share my experience with other
teachers. Now I can only obtain a doctor’s degree on the subject of the
narcotic inclination among New York City policemen! And I was in the middle of
translating some valuable materials for my future students, the City’s orphaned
children. Those materials are not available in this country. But the “American
gentlemen” burned the precious pages and my whole work, with their narcotic
stubs.
Becoming homeless created another problem. Soon
before the house attack I had purchased a home-sized church organ. I had a
dream to practice at home like in the church, by using the pedal board also,
not only the keyboard manual. The organ was still in the store and the
transportation to my place of residence was supposed to be scheduled any day.
It was really hard to explain to the friendly store staff that all of the
sudden I became homeless, that I could not live in my home anymore, and I
simply did not have a place where to take the organ… I first asked that the
organ could stay in the store a little longer, for a couple of weeks. I
believed that the situation might have cleared out any day, and that I and my
housemates would retrieve our home, but it never happened. The organ could not
stay in the store endlessly and block the commercial space. I am very grateful
that the Pastor of the church in Jamaica, where I worked at that time,
allowed me to place my organ at the church's sacristy until I found a new home
(attachment 48, my organ in my new home).
48)
My own ailment made me become very sensitive and concerned about other people suffering and, as a singer, I participated in numbers of charity concerts for people (children) with disabilities, both in Europe and in America. Please, read the booklet inside my CD. The comment about me has been written by Mr. Perino, a disabled (visually impaired) host of the radio program that was run by disabled artists for disabled listeners, link 49:
49)
Because of my congenital breathing disorder (recurrent disability), I was admitted to participate in those programs, I was interviewed by the host and my CD was aired regularly. My CD “Do It Again With Eva Grabo” is available on YouTube, link 50:
You can find more information about “Innersight, Inc., Advocating for the disabled,” at this website, link 51, and you can follow the radio shows. Now I have really a lot to say to the disabled listeners, what may happen to an impaired person in this country!
You may now see or at least estimate what amount
of losses this whole criminal affair has caused. Not only my own devastated
life, permanent changes in my health condition, home, jobs and property losses,
loss of my beloved Furry Friends. But you can also see the losses caused to the
city and to the government, and to the entire community. Because of the fact
that the criminal attackers had been chasing after me with a purpose to cause
another false arrest, I had to give up all my precious charity events. The
intoxicated assailants checked even the Mass schedules of the churches where I
worked, and followed me there. All the information they needed, they could find
on the website, since they knew my stage name.
With my severely aggravated health conditions,
soon after being thrown away from my former home and deprived of my medical
facility, I reported health abuse in Hoboken Social Security Office, where the
address of my friends belonged, where I was “hiding” from the chasing after me,
dangerous narcotic infestation, and, from even more dangerous, assaulting and
abusing me New York City police. Thanks to the Hoboken S.S. Office, I received
help (for no charge, even though I had no health insurance at that time) from several
New Jersey medical agencies and clinics, as the victim of New York police
abuse. My newly developed sinus problem was diagnosed there. It was the result
of being thrown into the street with wet, soapy hair, and then, being forced to
stay in jail three days, with wet, soapy hair. Then, step by step, I was being
referred to other clinics, and other doctors, such as the urology specialist,
because of my aggravated kidney problems after staying, in jail and outside,
inappropriately dressed for so long. And I was sent to New York ENT Allergy
Clinic, where I became a recipient of Crime Victim Board Insurance as the
victim of police abuse, and I was referred to a therapist and to a neurologist.
Then, the City had to pay for my insurance, and the lawsuit settlement
compensation, to me and my lawyers. From the many documents related to my post-abuse medical treatments, please find two sample medical records at these links, 52 ad 53:
52) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_USGFlaEtWUXZfTGc/view?usp=sharing
53)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_US3pDVzJQMHNqQnhiek83NW1QVUlTa0xBVUJn/view?usp=sharing
52) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_USGFlaEtWUXZfTGc/view?usp=sharing
53)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_US3pDVzJQMHNqQnhiek83NW1QVUlTa0xBVUJn/view?usp=sharing
Altogether, in the whole tragic events and legal
procedures were involved twelve attorneys of the following kinds of
specialties: criminal, eviction, housing, and the false arrest compensation
case. Seven doctors signed and confirmed the fact that the police abuse and
depriving me of my home, affected my health conditions. A number of other
doctors were involved in my treatments. Number of friends, including animal
rescuers and veterinarians, were involved in rescuing my endangered animals
from the attacked house. Not to mention all the church authorities, my friends
the priests and my employers, and the foreign and domestic media reporters…
So many human
(and not only human!) lives were endangered when the house was infested with
the narcotic pest, even average pedestrians passing by in the street, and the
contiguous houses were also endangered. The delirious attackers were throwing
all possible items through the house windows, alcohol bottles, burning
cigarette/narcotic stubs, condoms, large and heavy objects, pieces of broken
furniture, even the air conditioner… If somebody in the neighborhood got hurt, WHO then would have been
made responsible for the injuries?? The terrorized and devastated owner who
already had to abandon his own house and lost it forever?!... In addition to that, the all nights long, wild scandal parties were very noisy, and irritated the neighbors. People were asking the owner, in surprise, "What happened in your house?... Why don't you call the police?!..." As an entertainer, I had had appointments with the media reporters scheduled in the house before the house attack started. Then, of course, I could not go there anymore, so I encouraged all the reporters to keep going there as often as they could, and to film as much as they were able to. Narcotic transactions were being done even in the porch of the house. Escort services were running in every single room. The whole neighborhood could hear the "American ladies" having loud phone conversations and making appointments with their clients. When in one of the bedrooms the bed was with no sheets, they pulled down the window curtains, and used them as bed sheets, for the better service... And NYPD officers threatened my housemates, and anyone who tried to help and interpret for them, to arrest all of them when they tried to report it. The local precinct officers were openly being ordered not to accept any report from the house owner, or from anybody on his behalf. The owner had no chance to make any report, despite the fact that a WANTED ROBBER under WARRANT with the POSTED PICTURE, was hiding in his house under NYPD protection, for 5 months, from the very first day of the attack (that robber escaped then, when the TV crew began coming and filming the house). And the owner was not allowed to make any report, even though the attackers, who had been stealing his mail first and then had an access to all his documents in the house, began then breaking into his bank accounts.
After the 5 months of continuous burglaries,
robberies, and physical attacks, finally the WPIX 11 TV Reporters made it
possible for the owner to approach his house. It was then a necessity to remove
the debris and prepare the house for sale as soon as possible. The TV crew
could not protect us “forever,” and the criminal element was still hanging
around, attacking, and threatening. Besides the owner, I and my other housemate
also had to go to the house and take a look at the remains of our devastated
belongings, before all the smoldering ruins were removed to the garbage. The
disgusting odor and eye irritating, polluted air were unbearable. First, before
approaching and entering the house, I always had set my cellphone to Howard
Thompson’s voicemail, and I was yelling his name at the top of my lungs, so
that the whole neighborhood would think that he was around, or coming any
minute. And in case of any new attack, everything would have been recorded on
Howard’s voicemail. In what an extraordinary country we live, where TV
reporters must protect people from dangerous criminal attackers, and, from even
more dangerous to innocent people, police members! The aggressor’s order of
protection was still in effect, even after he was evicted, so the possibility of his and his companions coming back and attacking in revenge, was more than
clear. In addition, my criminal procedures were ended on so called “ACD,”
“Adjournment in Contemplation of Dismissal” for 6 months, which meant that, if
within those 6 months, ANY vandal would attack me (not just the one granted the
order of protection, but any other of them!), I would be the one who would go back to jail!!... It is
hard to describe a human being’s live, when living in such life-threatening
danger lasts for so long!!
Despite the feeling of constant danger, I still
had to go to the house and help the owner to get the house ready for the broker
to see it. Wearing an asbestos-mask and gloves for protection, I looked through
the debris that used to be my belongings and all the assets of my life. Please
see what I found, when I went to the house after 5 months. And the pictures do
not show the whole reality of what had been done. You had to touch the remained
pieces of clothes on the shelves and see through the burned-out holes made by
the cigarettes; cigarettes/marijuana butts squeezed in everywhere, in every
corner, among clothes, inside the shoes, even squeezed into the cat toys. Ashes
and atrocious powders everywhere around, whatever you touched, see attachments
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63) 64)
65) 66)
67) 68)
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My closets were empty, most of my clothes stolen,
but I found some strange pairs of women’s underwear that did not belong to me
(they were not my size!).The unknown underwear were thrown among the condoms
and bags after narcotics. There were
condoms and narcotic bags everywhere you looked. I took the pictures briefly,
it was impossible to stay there for long. Please notice the narcotic bags among
the devastated items:
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And NOW, WHERE ARE all the “American Gentlemen” who had done all of that??!.... Working the same way on other attacked victims’ properties??... Attacking others in the streets and stealing from residential mail boxes, in order to get money for narcotics??... They simply ran away when our house had become not available to them anymore. They still must be somewhere!! How many more human beings are still endangered?? Hello, New York City residents, please, NEVER BELIEVE in the stories that New York is a “safe city”!!!... I NEVER WILL, after what I have seen and experienced!!...
When I came to the house after five months and saw all of this, I made one more 911 call, on behalf of the house owner and myself, just to show the police the results of the 5 months lasting robberies. I and Kazimierz Szymczuk decided that the police should see his devastated house, before we remove the whole mess and prepare the house to be seen by the real estate agents. The patrol came, but both policemen were confused, hardly understood what we were talking about. Nevertheless, they took a report and they gave us a report number. Next day, a Detective from 102 precinct, called me, who was assigned to investigate the newly reported crime. It was JUNE 25, 2012. Here is the conversation that took place between me and the Detective (I think I memorized it pretty well):
DETECTIVE: - "When did the thieves enter the house?"
ME: - On January 13 [I responded in accordance with the true facts];
DETECTIVE: - "And you are reporting it NOW?! Do you want us to look for GHOSTS?!! Your case will be immediately dismissed!" (the Detective almost shouted!);
ME: - I reported it right away when it happened.
DETECTIVE: - "And you mean to tell me that the police did not do anything?! Don't make me raise my voice!!..." And he hung up.
I intended to give the Detective more explanations, such as the fact that the "ghosts" were available in the attacked house, for so long, before they "disappeared", as they became scared off by the TV cameras, but the Detective already hang up. And the case was really dismissed, right away. Later, I tracked down this following document that is posted below. Please see, what the new, ingenious police officers invented at this time, for the purpose of protecting their colleagues who caused the disaster. A HUGE ROBBERY that lasted over five months, a completely robbed and devastated house, they classify in their new report as "PETITE LARCENY." And... "WHY" did the "Petite Larceny" happen?... You would never guess!! Please read it in the bottom of this follow up, "erroneous" report, in the section "NARRATIVE:" (...) "...C/V STATES SHE HAD MULTIPLE GUESTS STAY AT HER HOME, WHEN SHE REALIZED UNKNOWN PERPS [="PERPETRATORS"] DID REMOVE ABOVE LISTED ITEMS..." - can you believe??... There is no possible power to stop NYC police from falsifying reports!... HOW could I possibly "have guests" at "my home," where I had not been for five months, due to the order of protection granted to one of the attackers, and while I was being restricted even from approaching the house and going to work??!... And furthermore, please see, in the second page of the report, what, according to the inventive officers, was the "reason of my absence" in the house during that time. See it in the section that I highlighted, "Actions Of Victim Prior To Incident": "VISITING RELATIVES." I had been drastically removed from the house when five months earlier the house attack started and I raised an alarm for help. I was forced out of the house, without a possibility to ever return, and with no access to any of my belongings or medical facilities. Now it is called "VISITING RELATIVES." At least, at this time, they classified me as a C/V, a real Complainant/Victim and not a "Perpetrator" any more, like it had been before, when I first reported the house attack, back in January. It is a big "progress"!... But the creativity of the NYC police officers in producing false reports, is really inexhaustible! See link 73 (again, with my red pen comments):
73) https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_UT3FuYVFweTBRaDA/view?usp=sharing
Dear New Yorkers, now, as you see what kind of reports the New York City police officers are able to fabricate, do you still think that you live in a "safe city"??... How can you trust and believe that their other reports are true?!...
As the further consequence of the house attack, the owner noticed that suddenly his credit card began to be used for “somebody’s” unknown shopping, and that some new bank accounts were being created under his name. Obviously, when the attackers, with the help of the police, successfully got into the possession of Mr. Szymczuk’s house, they were successively breaking into all the house rooms and cabinets, and got an access to all the documents that they needed (the mail with the bank statements they had been stealing earlier). They, then, began to break into his bank accounts, create new bank accounts on his name, and do shopping by using his identity. Thanks God, Mr. Szymczuk had already moved to his other house in New Jersey (since his house in Queens became not available for living anymore), and he reported the unexpected “banking activities” in the town of his new address. The New Jersey Police took appropriate actions on time, and nobody else, but the banks and the government suffered the losses caused by the thieves. And the story of the house in Queens being attacked and robbed for over six months, became very well known among the New Jersey Headquarters. I am just wondering, if Mr. Szymczuk had not moved to New Jersey and tried to report the identity fraud still in Queens, would the 102 Precinct officers have also told him: “The American gentlemen have rights to do whatever they want, go to landlord tenant court!”... And the gangsters would empty his bank accounts as well as they already had emptied his house?...
Dear Readers, may this blog forever make you aware about
these following facts: NYC policeman twisted my both arms to my back while with
my both hands I was covering my nose and my face and was choking from the heavy
smoke of narcotics, and he forced me to inhale it. He twisted my left arm
especially badly and it temporarily affected my skills as a musician. Then,
after I placed a complaint against him, that policeman entered into a plot with
one of the criminals who attacked the house, and invented a story that he
twisted my arm because he had to "restrain" me from “attempting to
kill” that dangerous attacker. All further documentation was being continuously
falsified, until the gang of drug abusers completely robbed and vandalized the
house, and it was impossible to return and live there anymore. Since the
policeman had assaulted me in front of the house owner and my other housemate,
both of them were then never given a chance to make any report regarding the
attacked house, not even allowed to call 911, under the threat of being
arrested, since they were inconvenient witnesses. Their interpreters were also, always intimidated and threatened, never allowed to say a word on behalf
of the victims. Please, never forget what the NYC police officers are capable
of!
And think, what else is capable to do a
policeman, who was able to deprive of home and of a medical facility, a human being
who was desperately raising an alarm for help regarding her endangered life and
her medical ailment??... How many more victims is that policeman able to hurt,
deprive of human rights and put in life threatening danger, when he still stays
at his job??...
Also, look how the chain of the evil has spread.
The first patrol that responded to my 911 call after I noticed the very first
symptoms of the house attack, could not do anything to protect me, because “the
owner was not home.” Then, when the owner returned, and the house was already
full of attacking intruders, the second patrol ENCOURAGED the dangerous
criminal element to stay and continue the attack, even though the house
members’ lives were endangered and their property being devastated. I, the only
house member who spoke fluent English and raised the alarm, was drastically and
permanently removed from the house, after I placed a complaint against the improperly
acting policeman. When he first heard about my complaint against him on the
police squad radio, he tried to “make me mental,” in order to make my complaint
invalid. Since it did not work, because the ambulance paramedic that came to
the scene, refused to confine me into the long-sleeved jacket, the police
officer found another way to make me “harmless” and to follow his plan to help
his friends, the drug abusers, to use Mr. Szymczuk’s house for their narcotic
purposes on a long-term basis. The officer entered into a plot with one of the
assailants who had attacked the house, and the officer convinced the intoxicated individual to
sign a fictitious complaint against me, the victim of the house that he just
attacked, even though that criminal intruder had never seen me in his life, neither had
the rest of them, the trespassers. The intruder was not even aware of my presence in the
house when he and his companions began their invasion, since I was hiding in the attic of the house
and waiting in fear until the police would come and rescue me. But it was easy for
the police officer to manipulate the intoxicated drug addict’s statements. See
again the TV News videos, and watch, how the criminal behaves in front
of the cameras, links 34 and 35. And now, please see, what the criminal "says" and signs in the corrupt policeman’s memo-book: "I, Richard Spadafora, want the def [defendant] arrested." It refers to me, the victim-tenant of the house that the "deponent" just had attacked. In fact, I was not a "defendant," I was the CALLER, the Complainant/Victim who had reported the emergency that was just being responded to. This following posted document clearly shows how New York City policemen train a criminal recidivist how to lie and make a false statement, in order to stay in the house that he just attacked. The policemen convinced the criminal to sign a false statement against the victim, tenant of the attacked house, a person whom the attacker had never seen in his life. Please see link 74, the criminal's signature and his false statement, in officer Ronzino's memo-book:
Then, the criminally involved officer, along with
his patrol partner, fabricated false charges and the whole false report (you
could see it before, it was link 19), and his patrol partner, P.O. Salvatore
Ronzino, signed the false document for his boss. The corrupt police officers
who were colluding with the gang members, made one of the criminal attackers, a
fictitious “tenant” of the house that he just attacked. The FALSE CHECKS that
had been abandoned by the very first impostor (the one who had first visited and
tricked the house owner, see again link 10) were fabricated to simulate
“illegal renting.” If those abandoned checks were the reason that “misled” the
police officers, why then, in their false report, did they put my name as a “house
owner,” since even those false checks were made out to the real owner, not to
me? Then, when I desperately kept placing complaints regarding the attack and
devastation to the house, I only heard from the “assigned investigators” and
I.A.B. officers that “THE OFFICER HAD RIGHTS TO ARREST YOU BECAUSE YOU RENTED
THE HOUSE ILLEGALLY.” In fact, I was never the owner.
The corrupt police officers also made the thug a
fictitious “complainant victim,” a “C/V,” even though that intoxicated drug
addict, who was a criminal recidivist under an open, pending criminal case,
never made any emergency call. They made a small whisk broom that was always in
the house hallway for cleaning the cat litter, an imaginary “WEAPON in 4th DEGREE.” In their imagination, I, the real and only C/V and the victim of the
attacked house, allegedly “threatened” and “attempted to kill” the dangerous
gangster with that whisk broom. Please see the pages with the fabricated
charges, link 75:
And please, see the heavy package of false
documents coming from the District Attorney’s office (from those who prosecuted me
for “attempting to KILL" the dangerous thug!!), documents that were produced
BASED on the false documentation fabricated by the police. Here you may see a
signature of a dangerous criminal recidivist, assailant, who signed a false
statement (so called “supporting deposition”), against the victim that he had
attacked. In consequence, I had to go through two abusive false arrests, make all possible efforts and suffer tremendous losses, in order to avoid more false arrests, all of that as a result of the police colluding with the world of crime. Please notice, in the further pages, the discrepancies and
“inconsistencies” (“mistakes?”) that the “report” contains. For the routine section: “Police present at the scene,”
the answers “Yes” and “No” have been placed in exchange… To my surprise, the
“guardians of justice” even made me a… “friend or acquaintance” of that
criminal…! I was shocked. Because of my underlined breathing issue, I had never
stayed in the same room even with an average cigarette smoker. All of a sudden,
I became a “friend or acquaintance” of an advanced drug addict. And through all
my life I have had friends or acquaintances among valuable and well recognized
performing artists, among famous media personalities, among most reputable
government officials and church authorities, but never in my life had I been a
“friend or acquaintance” of any criminal recidivist!!!... And while the lives of
the honest, hard-working people were in real life-threatening danger, these
tons of false papers were fabricated in favor of a violent, advanced drug
addict, criminal recidivist, who continued attacking still new victims!!!...
See link 76:
The Internal Affairs Bureau officers, who
normally should accept complaints against wrongfully acting policemen and take
appropriate actions, also, only FALSIFIED all my complaints, and converted the
contents always in favor of their criminally involved colleagues. As a result
of all those falsifications, I, the victim of the gang attack, was deprived of
my home, my medical facilities and all of my jobs, and was forced to go through
the criminal procedures that were imposed on me. At the same time, the owner of
the attacked house had to struggle with life threatening eviction procedures
against dangerous criminals that he had never let into his house, and he was
not allowed to place any report. Unfortunately, both the civil court, as well
as the criminal court, strictly followed the police’ orders only, and the
endangered human beings’ lives and the property losses had completely no
meaning to anybody.
When during the imposed criminal procedure, my
defense lawyer requested the CD with my 911 calls in order to follow the
regular defense procedure, she received the recordings from the Assistant
District Attorney, with my voice “accidentally erased.” The A.D.A. who prosecuted me, knew very well
that during my 911 calls I desperately kept reporting the house attack, VIOLENT
STRANGERS TRESPASSING AND ATTACKING THE HOUSE – I clearly remember, that was
what I had said several times to the 911 officer. Then, all the involved units, Internal Affairs, District Attorney, the
assigned detectives, and investigators were continuously falsifying the truth,
fabricating more and more, all the chain of false documents, and were
destroying the evidence of what really happened, in order to protect the
criminally involved officers after what they had done. Again, nobody cared
about the endangered human being’s life and the endless losses that were
continuously being caused. The “direct” danger lasted totally 15 months, until
the house was sold, and I, for safety reasons had to give up the last of my
jobs in Queens. After that, I and my housemates did not have to go to Queens anymore.
But the danger still exists. The huge number of the attackers, robbers,
squatting drug addicts and their “guests” who resided and gathered in our house
every night, simply ran away from the house at the sight of the TV crew, so,
where are they now??! They are still on the loose!! And their uniformed friends
are still at their jobs!! How many more innocent human beings might be still
endangered??...
After the criminal squatters were chased away
from our devastated house, I found several articles in my community newspapers, in
my native language, that the reporters wrote for the purpose to warn the Queens residents about still
new criminal attacks. I also heard from other victims of similar house attacks.
The methods that the assailants used, were exactly the same as they used when
they attacked our house. The non-English speaking victims are, of course, the
most frequent targets of their attacks. Please see one of the newspaper
clippings in foreign language and accept my translation. The article is from
“Polish Daily News” dated: Thu, Feb.11-Wed, Feb.17, 2016, and it is about an
11-people gang named “Snow.” The gang members were breaking into residential mail boxes in
the south Queens area. The reporter says: “According to the Queens District
Attorney, Richard Brown’s statement, the gang thieves were stealing letters
that contained checks, from private houses mail boxes, and then they falsified
the checks, removed the original names and original amounts of money, and
cashed the false checks in several different banks within the City area.” And
then, the reporter describes how the New York police caught the gang members
“recently,” see link /attachment 77:
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It must have been exactly the same gang that four
years earlier had attacked my former home. The gang members used exactly the
same methods and had the same purpose. I was surprised reading this article
that at this time the New York police caught the gangsters, instead of
protecting them. Apparently and unfortunately, I and my former home had not been that lucky.
But please, notice, according to the article, the police tracked down only 11
gang members, when in my former home, every night were gathering and partying
about 25-30 “guests” (and they were not still the same people each night!),
so, where are still all the others??!... Gang members, their “guests,” their
drug-clients, the ladies for their “escort services” and their clients,
etc…??...
During the court procedures, both civil and
criminal, I noticed that all the involved attorneys did all possible efforts to
AVOID revealing the truth regarding what the police had done. The lawyers were
simply “shrinking” in fear to reveal the truth in front of the court! And for such a long time, NOBODY, NO
POSSIBLE POWER, could reverse the false reports, to stop the chain of the
life-threatening, criminal manipulations, and send out any help for the
endangered victim, and for so many other victims of this huge criminal
mystification! My criminal cases were dismissed because of "lack of guilt,"
without the truth being revealed, and the gangsters still had a full freedom to
continue the attacks!...
My "final" attorney, who handled
my false arrest compensation civil case, wrote very good Summons, link 78:
But then, he simply settled the case
without the truth ever being revealed. When I asked in surprise, why I never
had a chance to reveal the truth and present the false documentation to the
court, he said to me, "You shouldn't go too much after the police, because
you may then experience traffic problems!"... Doctors, physicians,
involved in my case, were also afraid to come to the court and testify against
the police, since they were afraid of risk losing their professional positions.
They were afraid, even though I was granted a Crime Victim Board Insurance as a
victim of police abuse. I also noticed reactions of other witnesses, how afraid
they were to testify against the police, if I had insisted to have a trial. Now
this became clear to me: the criminally involved evil doers can continuously
proceed with their criminal activities, since they know that they can do
everything with IMPUNITY!!! The I.A.B. officers falsify the truth to protect
their criminally involved colleagues; the lawyers, and witnesses, are afraid to
reveal the truth in the court rooms. The justice system in this country simply
ALLOWS the evil to be continued, and invites the criminals, both the civil and
uniformed, to endlessly follow their path of crime! Endangered human beings'
lives have completely no meaning in this whole system!!!
As a conclusion, this is my statement now:
since the other authorities are afraid of “losing” something in case they would
dare to reveal the truth, I don't have to be afraid at all. I ALREADY HAVE LOST
EVERYTHING! And I don't even have to be afraid of "traffic problems"...
I DO NOT DRIVE!!!... So, as the direct victim, I AM THE RIGHT PERSON HERE TO
REVEAL THE TRUTH TO THE WORLD!! This beautiful country does not deserve that
such a shame should continuously be a part this Land! Maybe I came here for the
purpose to FIX it?! I think this is my MISSION now and this is the purpose of
this blog.
Dear Readers, you may remember that I am a
church employee. So, when Sgt. DOLAN handcuffed me and forced me to inhale the heavy
smoke of narcotics, I first remembered the HOLOCAUST victims, who were also
taken out of their homes in the middle of nights, abused and even placed in gas
chambers. They had to accept it, they had no other choice, even if later they
did not survive. Then, when the policemen dragged me all three floors down in
the half open bathrobe on my completely naked body, in front of the laughing
criminals, I remembered JESUS’ X (10th) Station of the Cross: “Jesus
deprived of His clothes in front of the scoffing crowd…” Did Jesus intend to
show me a little sample of what He Himself had experienced?... Reveal to me,
how it might feel?...
I am a church musician and cantor. I
either, play organ at the church choir loft, or sing by the altar. So, the
sudden “switch” from the holy altar or from the heights of the organ loft, down
to jail, was really some unique and extraordinary experience to me, I have to
admit!... Then, down in jail, I still heard in my head the refrain of the Psalm
that I was supposed to play and sing on that exactly Sunday (January 15, 2012),
and that I had been rehearsing the whole week, but then I wasn’t given a chance
to perform it during my assigned Masses: “HERE AM I, LORD; I COME TO DO YOUR WILL," link/attachment 79:
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I believe, it was definitely HIS WILL, to
allow me to go through this ordeal and now, to SPREAD THE NEWS TO THE WHOLE
WORLD and to FIGHT THE EVIL. I think this is the only way to stop the evil:
only when still more and more people become aware about this wrongful system,
and begin to fight it together, without being afraid.
I believe that when I start and continue
to speak up, other people, other victims of this system, will join me, and that
someday, all of us together, will make the evil disappear.
When I became aware of the fact that the
Internal Affairs officers continuously falsified my complaints, I submitted my
case to the United Nations, Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights in
Geneva. I received a warm and very supportive response. The UN, OHCHR Officers
showed a great concern about my case! I, then, sent the entire documentation to
the UN Office, and I am now in a regular contact with the High Commissioner for
Human Rights in Geneva, the Americas Section. Please see link 80, the very
first email-response that I had received from the UN Office in Geneva, along
with the very first letter that I had sent to their Office:
I
also submitted all the materials to all the foreign and international media
that already knew me as an entertainer, and to several others. I still have been receiving supportive
letters from all over the world and from the highest authorities.
This is one of the most precious, a letter
from my Highest Superior, CARDINAL TIMOTHY DOLAN, who also expressed his great
concern, link/attachment 81:
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I also receive numbers of supportive letters in my native language, for example from the highest authorities of my native country’s Consulate.
Not all of
the existing materials, however, I can post on the blog right away. While the
house was under attack, occupied by the vandals, I had to cancel appointments
that had been scheduled with more media reporters who were supposed to come to
the house and interview me, see my house pets, and see me rehearsing in the
house. I encouraged the reporters to go there, as often as possible, even
though I could not have been there. And I am glad they did go! They filmed some
of the “American gentlemen” doing narcotic transactions in our house, and New
York police officers threatening my housemates and their interpreters for
trying to report it. Groggily looking, hardly standing on their feet American
youngsters, doing NARCOTIC TRANSACTIONS UNDER NYPD SUPERVISION!!! Those materials will be revealed only to the foreign
media first, and used in special documentary films, revealing THE TRUTH ABOUT AMERICA!
I strongly believe that the ordeal that I
had gone through and all the losses that I have suffered will not be in vain. I
will now make all possible efforts so that my experience would help protect
others, and would contribute to a better future in this country.
At the end of this blog I would like to express
my warmest thanks to those who helped me survive the ordeal, as well as those
who contributed in creating this blog.
Thank you to my dearest Friends, who from
the beginning of the tragedy were with me and were even contacting the highest
authorities on my behalf. Thank you for picking me up from jail, for coming
with warm clothes and warm, cooked food, after I had stayed and was newly
released from the inhuman jail conditions, and was waiting in the street
wearing scraps of flimsy summer clothes in the middle of winter. Thank you all
those who opened their homes for me when I became homeless, with no possibility
ever to return to my home anymore, and with no access to any of my belongings.
Thank you for the continuous help, for offering me clothes, food, and all kinds
of other support when then, step by step, I was losing all of my jobs.
Thank you to the dear, precious animal
rescuers and the animal shelters volunteers, who did not hesitate to endanger
their lives and to assist the house owner to enter the occupied house, full of
the criminal attackers, and helped the owner to feed my imprisoned animals. And
great thanks and respect to you, dear, dedicated Doctors Veterinarians in both
States New York and New Jersey, for rescuing those of my precious little guys,
who were affected the most.
And thank you, all of you, the Human
Doctors and Clinics, who offered me the free of charge treatments, when you
found out what happened in my life. Especially I thank to the Specialists and
Administration Employees of the Eye and Ear, Nose and Throat, and Allergy (ENT)
Clinic in Manhattan, for granting me the Crime Victim Board Insurance, as to
the victim of NYPD abuse. And thank you to all the Medical Professionals,
Doctors and Nurses, in both States New York and New Jersey, for all your
priceless help.
When I mention “thank you to my Dear
Friends,” I mean my Secular, as well as my Holiest and most Precious
Ecclesiastical Friends and Workmates, the dearest Priests that I have worked
with. Thank you for spending long hours with me on talking, comforting me,
training me how to speak up bravely and correctly during my lawsuit and my
other court procedures, and then, helping me to prepare this blog. Thank you,
my Holy Friends, including the Bishops and His Highest Eminence, Cardinal
Timothy Dolan, for all your concern and supportive letters. I am really lucky
to have you in my life!
Thank you to all you, dedicated Attorneys,
who were involved in my complicated legal procedures. Thank you for all your
work, your concern, and all your time and attention that you gave to my cases,
far beyond the limits of your work demands.
And thank you to my new, prestigious, and
powerful Friends at the United Nations Office of the High Commissioner for
Human Rights in Geneva, Switzerland! Your precious and so supportive letters
gave me great courage and the feedback, and helped me to survive the ordeal and
all the court procedures with hope and faith in justice.
The same great appreciation and gratitude
for the precious support, I also owe to the vice consul of The Consulate
General of Poland, my native country.
I would never forget to thank you, my
precious Computer Specialists, who became my dear and dedicated Friends during
our work on this blog. Without your work this blog would never become real!
The blog has also become possible thanks
to you, dear AT&T retail store employees, who very patiently, with the
greatest dedication, and for no charge(!!) did the whole work on copying and
transferring the recordings from my cellphones to the computer, selecting the
appropriate fragments for publishing, and giving me priceless suggestions and
advice. Thank you so much! Without your work this blog would not be complete!
Finally, the warmest thanks to you, dear
Media Reporters, Newspapers’ Desks, Radio and TV Personalities and Producers!
Thank you for your great interest and concern in this human tragedy and for
willingness to help. Especially, the warmest thanks are addressed to you,
Howard from “Help me Howard” at Channel WPIX 11 News. As it was said on TV,
“Thank you, Howard!”. But these “Thank you” words refer also to all the work
that you and you Producer Allen have done for me, that was NOT seen on TV! For
all the time that both of you spent with me on the phone, via emails and in person,
for all the ineffable help, Allen, Howard, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK
YOU!!!
And thank you, ALL OF YOU for reading my blog. The blog will be still in progress
and a subject to be promoted by the international media.
Eva Grabo
UPDATE 1 - August 22, 2017:
This is a response I recently received from President Trump after I sent him the link to this blog with a brief description of my tragic story. At the end of my letter I added a warm comment. I expressed my hope that with him as our new President, America becomes safer, and none of these things that happened to me, will ever happen to anyone in this country. I also urged The President that A NEW UNIT MUST BE CREATED TO CONTROL THE CORRUPT POLICE OFFICERS IN THIS COUNTRY, since many people's lives are still endangered. Please see the President's response:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_UUUlvczZiT1g3NFp2ZU5uVkoweHRkczlRVW5V/view?usp=sharing
This is a response I recently received from President Trump after I sent him the link to this blog with a brief description of my tragic story. At the end of my letter I added a warm comment. I expressed my hope that with him as our new President, America becomes safer, and none of these things that happened to me, will ever happen to anyone in this country. I also urged The President that A NEW UNIT MUST BE CREATED TO CONTROL THE CORRUPT POLICE OFFICERS IN THIS COUNTRY, since many people's lives are still endangered. Please see the President's response:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8oH9u8PXU_UUUlvczZiT1g3NFp2ZU5uVkoweHRkczlRVW5V/view?usp=sharing
UPDATE 2 - November 14, 2017:
This is a copy of an article posted on November 13, 2017 in "Super Express" - the most popular Polish-American daily newspaper in the United States. The article is entitled: "THIS IS HOW THIEVES STEAL APARTMENTS IN NYC!" As the victim of this life-threatening "theft," my name and my picture are in the article as is the name of another victim of a similar miscarriage of justice. The names of the policemen who were accomplices in this criminal activity are: Sgt. BRENDAN DOLAN and P.O. SALVATORE RONZINO. In order to warn the larger community of their complicity, they are named at the end of this article. In addition, the name of their favorite, criminal recidivist, RICHARD SPADAFORA, is included. He was among the criminals who attacked the house. My special thanks goes to the editors of the "Super Express" for placing this article.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/11CJ6i-jGOoiQL3HNIfUezERv67GiM43X/view?usp=sharing
UPDATE 3 - April 10, 2018:
On April 10, 2018 I had a chance to visit the United Nations Office in Geneva, Switzerland, and report my case in front of the international audience. These large size posters I brought with me and I hung them in the UN Offices:
See the pictures from my trip to Geneva - these two are in front of the UN Main Gate, by the Flag Entrance:
Behind the gate, within the UN territory - the offices, buildings:
At the conference hall where I referred my case:
My badge as the conference participant:
With the Human Rights Officer who responded to my emails, and then invited me:
The Human Rights Officer told me that the United Nations Office is FULL OF COMPLAINTS AGAINST NYPD!!!...
UPDATE 4 - June 4, 2018:
"Super Express," the most popular Polish-American daily newspaper in the United States, posted an article about my trip to Geneva. The names of the corrupt NYPD officers, BRENDAN DOLAN and SALVATORE RONZINO, have been again mentioned in this article for warning the community:
UPDATE 5 - August 6, 2018:
"The Bronx Times" posted my article, "A 21st Century Holocaust... In New York..." When I found out that one of the corrupt NYPD officers who supported the gang in Queens, was unlawfully exonerated from the charges (based on the fabricated false documentation!), and transferred to the Bronx, I alarmed all the local press to warn and protect the Bronx community. This is the article posted by "The Bronx Times":
UPDATE 6 - October 18, 2018:
As a proof that my “adventure” with the corrupt NYPD members was not an isolated incident, please see the enclosed documents that I received from my friend Lucy, another victim of NYPD corruption. I met her thanks to my blog. These documents describe some of the procedures being taken when Lucy placed complaints against the police officers who threatened her, and who abused her by, for example… restraining her breathing!... These are the regular methods used by the corrupt NYPD members: threatening their victims, fabricating false reports, making the victims “mental cases”, unlawfully deporting the victims as their inconvenient witnesses based on the fabricated false documentation, and… restraining the victims’ breathing!... Sgt. Brendan Dolan, who abused me and deprived me of basic human rights, also restrained my breathing by forcing me to inhale fumes of the narcotics, after I reported the house being attacked by the gang of drug abusers. The sergeant colluded with that gang, as well as the officers reported by Lucy colluded with other criminals. Lucy was falsely arrested four times, with two attempts to be groundlessly made a “mental case” – all for reporting the NYPD corruption that she had witnessed! The false arrests were conducted for the purpose to create false criminal records, so that the Homeland Security would have a “reason” to deport the victim. Now, Lucy still has to struggle with threatening phone calls, as well as with the unlawful deportation procedure initiated against her!... In New York City, the City of immigrants, the immigrants with the pending status are the most frequent targets of the police corruption. The corrupt NYPD members take unlawful actions against those who are the most helpless and the most vulnerable! Against those, who sometimes are not even able to read and understand the false papers fabricated against them, can not understand what is being done to them, and have no legal unit to turn to for protection while their immigration procedure is pending. The victims are simply taken out of the law, deprived of basic human rights! THIS IS WHAT IS STILL GOING ON IN NEW YORK CITY!!
Please see also a picture the corrupt NYPD members, Lucy’s oppressors:
UPDATE 7 - October 25, 2018:
As a new resident of the State of New Jersey I notified all the local press about the extraordinary circumstances that forced me to leave permanently my previous hometown, the City of New York. I also addressed notes of thanks to the clinic in my new hometown, and to the local Police in my new State for their help during the time when my human rights were being severely violated in New York. The notes were posted in English and in Spanish. Please see the note in "The Union City Reporter," October 25, 2018; the original text I had sent to the editor has been scanned first:
UPDATE 8 - November 30, 2018:
The same note as in the previous Update you can see in Spanish, also preceded by the original text that I had sent to the editor. See the note in "El Especialito," November 30 - December 6, 2018:
https://drive.google.com/file/
UPDATE 9 - November 5, 2019:
Please see what happened to my latest complaint against NYPD:
During
the pending lawsuit against NYPD all the lawyers involved only
instructed me to hide the truth about what the corrupt NYPD members
had done. I then tried on my own to reveal the falsified
documentation to all possible authorities after the lawsuit was
ended. The Office of the New York State Attorney General turned out
to be the right unit to place a complaint about the false medical
report that had been completely ignored by the attorney who
represented me during the lawsuit. In 2017, the NYS AG, Mr.
Schneiderman's Office encouraged me to place a new complaint against
NYPD, with the CCRB (the Civilian Complaint Review Board). The false
EMS (Emergency Medical Service) report was fabricated on the first
night of the house attack, when the uniformed abuser called an
ambulance to make me “mental” in order to invalidate the very
first complaint that I newly placed against him. The false medical report
contains a whole series of falsifications, including a forgery of my
signature. Since the Shield number and signature of the abusive
policeman has appeared in the report as the forgery witness, the AG
Officers advised me to place another complaint against NYPD. They
suggested that, instead of the names of the involved policemen, at
this time I should submit as the subject of my complaint the whole
false documentation that they fabricated. The AG Officers considered
reprehensible the fact that this important document, the false
medical report, had been omitted by the attorney who represented me
during my lawsuit against NYPD. This is the letter that I received
from the NYS Office of the Attorney General, after I had several
phone conversations with the Attorney General Officers:
I followed the advice of
the NYS AG Office, and I submitted the falsified documentation to
CCRB along with my cover letter, and with the supportive
documentation that proved the falsifications. This is the scanned
copy of the cover letter; all the documentation mentioned as enclosed
in this letter has been posted in the major blog:
The
CCRB responded that they had no jurisdiction over police corruption,
and that my complaint would be transferred to the Internal Affairs
Bureau:
My
complaint was then transferred to the Internal Affairs Bureau, even
though part of my complaint was AGAINST the Internal Affairs
Bureau, because the I.A.B. had been falsifying all my previous
complaints!... Patiently, I followed
all the long way of my complaint package when it was being
transferred from one unit to another – the Chief of Patrol, the
Chief of Department, etc., and I was wondering what kind of new
“trick” would be invented to dismiss my complaint at this time.
Every unit told me that the investigator would be assigned when my
complaint would reach the Patrol Borough Queens South. My complaint
entered the Patrol Borough Queens South exactly on October 26, 2017,
and when I called that unit on that
exactly
day, I was told that no investigator was
assigned
yet.
I was told that the investigator was supposed to be assigned and
contact me “soon.” I waited patiently, but since nobody contacted
me for almost three months, I called the
Patrol Borough Queens South again on January 19, 2018. I was shocked
when the lady on the phone informed as follows: “The investigator
contacted you in October and you thanked him, so we closed the case.”
Through all that time I had been wondering what kind of new “trick”
would be invented at this time to dismiss my complaint, and...
finally I saw it done!!!... No investigator ever contacted me, but
step by step, I found out what the basis of the new trick was. The
assigned investigator turned out to be lieutenant Alberano from 102 Precinct. Back in 2012, while the house in Queens was under attack,
lieutenant Alberano answered one of my phone calls, when I
desperately called the precinct and cried for help, whenever my
friend, the house owner went to the endangered house to feed our
abandoned animals. I was afraid
about
his safety, since I knew what already had happened whenever he went
there. He could not call 911 for help and assistance to go to the
house, because he was always threatened to be arrested, so I tried to
call the precinct directly, I desperately tried to explain the
situation and get some help for him. The 102 Precinct officers usually hung up
on me when they asked for my name, saying: “You are a defendant, I
am not allowed to talk to you!” One of the officers, however,
carefully listened to what I said, was very surprised with what he
heard, and offered help. He said “Call me anytime you need, I will
send somebody over!” I asked what the officer's name was, so next
time I would know for whom to ask. It was lieutenant Alberano. I
promised to myself that when some day the nightmare was over, I would
send a note of thanks to the lieutenant, with the exact description
of the entire horror that had been created to me and to my home. I
actually made a whole list of people to whom I planned to send notes
of thanks for helping me during the time of the inhuman oppression,
and Lieutenant Alberano was in my list. Then, when my
lawsuit
against NYPD was settled and my blog was ready, I sent a lot of
thankful letters with the link to my blog. Some of the notes of
thanks I even placed in the local newspapers here, in the State of New Jersey, in the town
where I live (please find the notes of thanks in the previous updates).
Nobody, however, took such bad advantage of my
thankful
letter like lieutenant Alberano did - the one whom I trusted! He used
my letter of thanks as a false reason to dismiss my complaint and to
put FALSE INFORMATION in the system! I had sent him the letter of
thanks long BEFORE he was assigned the investigator for my complaint,
and I had no idea that he would be the one to be assigned. In my
letter I thanked him for what he had done back in 2012, and it was
completely
not related to my complaint. But this is another proof of how this
system works, what kind of dishonest tricks and manipulations are
being used to exonerate the guilty policemen (no matter how heavy
crimes they might have committed!), and what is the result when the
assigned investigator is the colleague and good friend of the guilty
perpetrators from the same precinct!... I immediately called the
Internal
Affairs
Bureau and reported the new facts-falsification, but this what I
received as the response from the Patrol Borough Queens South, where
all my complaints were being transferred:
In
the attacked house, for more than five months the intoxicated vandals
were breaking our furniture into pieces and throwing the large items
through the windows... Not only were they devastating and robbing our
property, but average pedestrians in the street were also endangered.
But according to the Patrol Borough Queens South, all the allegations
from the endangered victims were always, like this one above, "deemed
unfounded"!!! Still new falsifications were being invented to
dismiss every single complaint, and nobody has ever been found guilty
or accountable for these endless crimes!!!...
A
few months later I heard in the news about the newly discovered
police corruption, the brothels being run by NYPD in Queens, etc...
Among the names of the police members charged for the corruption I
found out that one of them was from... the Patrol Borough Queens
South!... All my complaints that had been desperately placing
regarding my attacked home, were being transferred to the SOURCE, the
NEST of the corruption!!!... See this news-link:
...And
the lawyers instructed me to hide the truth of what the police had
done! This advice, however, I will never follow! People have to be
warned and know how to protect themselves from this dangerous
system!!!
UPDATE 10 - April 20, 2020:
I am so proud of my visit in Geneva, Switzerland, back in April 2018! I had a chance to meet with the UN Human Rights Officers and report in person my "adventure" with the New York City police (see the Update 3, above). President Trump visited the UN in Geneva soon after that. I didn't realize that during one of his Presidential Debates (prior to this visit) he already had said exactly, almost word for word, what I later said to the UN Officers. Then, after his official conference at the UN, he so consequently followed the plan, that I so strongly supported! I watched his Presidential Debate later, on YouTube:
UPDATE 10 - April 20, 2020:
I am so proud of my visit in Geneva, Switzerland, back in April 2018! I had a chance to meet with the UN Human Rights Officers and report in person my "adventure" with the New York City police (see the Update 3, above). President Trump visited the UN in Geneva soon after that. I didn't realize that during one of his Presidential Debates (prior to this visit) he already had said exactly, almost word for word, what I later said to the UN Officers. Then, after his official conference at the UN, he so consequently followed the plan, that I so strongly supported! I watched his Presidential Debate later, on YouTube:
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