An open letter to Senators Kirsten Gillibrand and Charles Schumer on behalf of myself as a victim of the violation of my human rights, and on behalf of others who have not had a voice (posted 5-11-15)
I am requesting compensation from JP Morgan Chase, as my employment was used as a means to spy for those who have targeted my writing for financial gains. I began my relationship with them on August 17, 2005 as a consultant. I am a writer who welcomes stability, as writers often need to be stable to create. Chase hired me on December 19, 2005, and it wasn't long before a coworker (Cynthia Chau) made a vulgar derogatory comment, that went right over my head. Before long another coworker invited me to read The Kite Runner, which I welcomed. I had no idea that they were making reference to past sexual assaults that I had overcome.
I am a victim/survivor of Human Trafficking, and I was continually railroaded and denied my human rights to instigate homelessness from 1990 until now. I have also been repeatedly poisoned over the years by way of ingesting harmful chemicals, and I was hospitalized for one incident for seven days in 1995. I was living in the same dorm as Sam Kellerman, and I do not know if he is the one who poisoned me. I moved into an apartment that a co-worker referred me to as an employee, and unbeknownst to me my landlord was a former Chase employee, and I was spied on and harassed by third parties for high profile individuals that I do not personally know such as people connected to the OWN Network. I had a close associate who was an attorney for ACLU, and they would not even look at my case. She showed up to visit me from Atlanta around the time that I was fired, and she acted as if I was making it up. She is connected to the voter registration activities in Atlanta.
I rented an attic apartment with skylights, and I believe that I was spied on from the roof as early as when I moved in in December 2006. I believe that I have been assaulted by a man who assaulted me as a student in 1993 because he contained me. It's always as if someone wants to scare me out of my life. I had a friend named Rodney Snow, who was heavily associated to boxers. Rodney has a brother, Russell Snow, who, I believe, lives in Virginia, and I do not want to be retaliated against from the boxing community because I do not know the details of his death. I met Rodney while I was a student at Columbia, and our friendship developed through our interest in movies and writing.
As an employee, my checks would be garnished without warning, and I'd have to take my personal time off work to fight judgments in court, which were all dismissed. Then, I would have to haggle with Chase and the Marshall to return my money. When I questioned the reasons why it happened, Chase would blame the court order. One of the delinquencies said that there was an issue with my safety deposit box at the Glasshouse, and the address was XXX Christian Road, Staten Island. My credit is also continually reviewed by a company called Level 3 Communications, and I do not recall ever doing any business with them. I was railroaded into a personal injury lawsuits, my reproductive rights were violated, I believe, by way of a knee surgery in 2007. When I visited a fertility specialist there was nothing wrong with me. Then in June 2011, I visited a GYN who removed an object and it was not a fibroid tumor.
I continually participated in training, company events and extracurricular activities that enhanced the productivity of the business from August of 2005. I was given the duties of a paralegal who was a white male in 2006, but I was never given the title or the money. When I sought other opportunities within the firm that fit my skill-set, I was purposely given a bad end- of-year review that would prevent my mobility. I continually reached out to Human Resources for relief, and I always practiced diplomacy. I participated in one-on-one grooming with a human resources consultant; I also took the Myers-Briggs, which I somewhat resented since it didn't enhance my chances for a new opportunity. Looking back, I feel as though the test was given to me to find my weaknesses.
I received a devastating end-of-year review the end of 2009, and I slipped into a low grade depression. I couldn't help but notice that my coworkers had settle relationships, and I decided to work on a personal life besides my writing. College associates began to surface in my life, and I met my ex in June 2010. In summer of June 2011, I was forced to use Short-Term-Disability due to the stress of work and my home situation, and I believe that those who trafficked me were also employees and associates of the company. They worked together, and it was as if I could not get any positive relief. At the time, I couldn't see what was going on. I reported my DV situation to the company security before we broke up because I sensed that there was an issue. I constantly felt triggered, but I didn't understand the concept because I'm not a psychologist. My manager micromanaged me excessively at work, and at home I was constantly berated and yelled at. I couldn't maintain a consistent mood.
After separating from the relationship, I knew that I needed to move and my manager denied me my bonus and my raise as retaliation for taking time off. I was desperate, and I sensed that I needed to relocate, although I still didn't understand why. I was so devastated that I reached out to upper management, as well as Human Resources. I began to see a therapist that I was referred to by the Employee Assistance Program, as I was having an extremely difficult time. After I received the blow of not receiving my bonus or raise, I took a leave of absence and I noticed that I began to be followed. When I went to other group sessions I began to notice shills who would glare at me, and literally stare down my throat. As an introvert, this is not a good feeling, at all. It was as if I was being entrapped. However, I held on and I did not go back to my abuser. It was hard because I vulnerable and afraid, and it wasn't a good time to quit my job. The shills who followed me infringed on my new freedom, and I believe that my therapist Frank Manarino at Emoshuns knew Angelo Gordon.
I began to receive harassing emails after I returned to work from STD, and I reported the emails to the abuse team and to Employee Assistance Program. When I mentioned the emails to my new manager of approximately 4 weeks, he became nervous and the railroad began. My mother came to NY to see about me in June 2012, and in March of 2012 she had lost 3 units of blood due to a bleeding ulcer. I disclosed this fact to my manager, and they were aware of my leaving an abusive relationship. I took off three days of my vacation time, and was never late from the time that I returned to work from STD to the day that they wrongfully fired me. I was fired on July 24, 2012 in retaliation for reporting the harassing emails. My then manager asked me if I had reported them to anyone, and I didn't answer him.
The day that I was fired, a representative was in the conference room, and she suggested that I retained an attorney to go over my paperwork. Right away, I noticed that pages were missing, so I couldn't sign them without an attorney, anyway. I continued to be stalked and harassed. At the time, I didn't realize that my internet network had been hacked, but I felt as though my attorney wasn't working for me or as if he knew more than he was telling me. My landlord began to act aggressive, and I had always paid him on time, and honored any arrangements that I'd made with him. As I attempted to find a new apartment my efforts were sabotaged. I couldn't figure out how I was being followed. They were using the GEO Locater on my IPhone, and they were continuing to contain me. They were in my group therapy even after I was fired, they paid people in my neighborhood, who eventually violated interactions that I had had with them for over five years, and somehow my novel SHADES OF RED was hijacked from my laptop on my internet network. They were in my church, they were at my book signings, which I was only able to have one, as they continually blocked my efforts.
People began to feign that I was delusional, my family turned on me, my friends weren't my friends and I believe that this attack is also a spill over from Columbia University where I was a student. After I didn't receive any results from the Intent-to-Sue letter that was presented by the attorneys that I hired, I went to the EEOC and filed on my own on April 25, 2013. Right away, the investigator deemed my situation as criminal and I was given a Right-to-Sue letter. I began to be harassed even more, and even threatened by a shill that I was going to need a Public Defender. Around this time I began to interact with community leaders, and honestly my situation was actually starting to frighten me. I spoke to a family member, and was told to not discuss my situation because people were going to call me crazy. I even went to an event at the Municipal Building in downtown Brooklyn, and interacted with others from church. I spoke about my situation with people that I had built a rapport with over the years, and there was a tension that I couldn't understand. I also went to the District Attorney's office at 350 Jay Street, to see what I could do and there were shills there, as well.
During this time, I began to connect with associates from Denver, Colorado where I grew up. Due to the stalking, and my tires were punctured to cause an accident and began to have anxiety attacks. I couldn't find movers, and I was having issues with trust because of the intimidations. I first attempted to go to a Domestic Violence Shelter, but I was being harassed on my smartphone, and my two options were the Bronx and Staten Island. I was getting messages about murder, and it made me nervous, so I went to Columbia Presbyterian as advised by my mother and my father, as they were speaking at the time. I thought if I went to Columbia Presbyterian, I would be able to get help. I was paralyzed by the intimidation, but I kept trying to help myself. When I got to the hospital, I was railroaded to a holding area while a security demanded my jewelry and I surrounded by security guards. When a doctor finally surfaced, and I attempted to speak with him--he ignored me. He told my mother that I was suffering from delusions, and that I believed that I was a Columbia University graduate and that I said that I write books. Then, he ordered an unwarranted CT Scan, and did not call my mother back like he said he would. I was eventually locked in a mental health facility for four weeks while they rummaged through my apartment and removed my four cats and I have no idea where they are. When I came out of the hospital, my car had been broken into and these documents were stolen: my business registration, a draft of a manuscript under a pen name, my birth certificate, the title to my car and the legal documents that pertained to my case with JP Morgan Chase and the EEOC. I was fortunate to get my things out of the apartment and into storage, but I have been homeless with shelter since September 2013.
I now know believe that individuals in Chase, are connected to family members in order to steal assets from me, and is doing so with individuals who reside in Denver, Colorado, Chicago, Illinois. and family in New Orleans and Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I have learned that my identity has been compromised, and vital records that identify me are missing or have been tampered with. I have suffered a mini stroke in 1996; I almost had a stroke in 2001, and I became extremely ill in 2007 to the point where I could barely walk. I believe that I have been repeatedly poisoned over the years. These individuals hide, and there have been issues with homicides that are somehow related to me, unbeknownst to me. I have seen my work in different variations over the years, in ad campaigns as early as 2000 on the trains referencing my first novel. Yet, I've never made over $25.00 per hour, ever. They use visual perceptions, and create a big simple fabrications and influence others to believe it. In my case, I'm a whore. They have attacked by way of friendships and relationships repeatedly over the years. They know that I date one at a time, and that I am very independent. The recent attack involved shattering my ego and practicing a relay type of railroad on me, where people continually drill into your mind a certain phrase, and you always hear it. For me, it was "give back." Then, as I would attempt to have platonic relationships, they would go in another direction. I believe that the Myers-Briggs that I took at JPMC was used in order for the events that took place.
I believe, that as a student at Columbia that my family spied on me by way of individuals in the Bursars office, and that it's some type of church game because of an old Legacy. I am a female child, and I am the first grandchild on my paternal and my maternal sides of family. It's almost as if they believe that I am going to forget them. My grandfather was a boxer in the military, and I'm constantly being pursued by boxers, even though I do not travel in those circles. I am sad to disclose this because it is an ingrained way of thinking, and I'm beginning to believe that they have always practiced this behavior. The accidents that could cause death began when I was four years old when I was fatally hit by a car, and all of the men in our family were right there. I believe that my uncle Nathaniel Gardner Clark, Evans Shaw, Able Shaw, Elizabeth Shaw who is connected to Naropa University in Boulder, Bill Quick, Elease Chapman, Matthew and Jonathan Trice, Lori Stribling, Arthur A. Clark Jr. and those associated to them participate in this game. I also believe that individuals are also associated to lodges. I believe that members of the International Women's Writers Guild are part of these individuals. Rainelle Burton, Hanalore Hahn, Elizabeth Julia Stoumen and Therese White, who is associated to a man named Ray in Detroit. I believe that Cullen Lowe, my mother's ex-husband and his brother Bill Lowe are a part of these individuals. Bill Lowe was a first person to ever warn me about the events to come in 1995. He made threats that I was going to get kicked out of New York. Nicole Shaw Heylinger and Esther Shaw are also suspect, as Esther is closely associated to lodges, and one of her associations keeps coming up and his name is MacIntosh and I don't know anything about this man. There have been names of childhood associations that I have not interacted with in years, Cecil Glenn, Gerald Glenn, Robin Robinson, a woman named Freda, Catina Martin and Willie Anon; the latter individuals are associated to my brother. Apparently, there were deals being made to sell information about me for a movie, and my writing was/has been compromised.
I believe that they also practice arranging marriages, and that they gained a resentment towards me at a young age because I'd never settle down, I was a tomboy (a lesbian in their mind) and a free thinker. I believe they sold me to a Human Trafficking sex ring, and these people have attacked me for a debt that I did not deliver. I do not know what part my father Arthur A. Clark Sr. is playing in this, but I do know that he seeks specific information from me, and that when I tried to explain to him what was going on, he told me to keep it to myself because people were going to call me crazy. I realize that many of the names that come up are associated to specific Civil War incidents by way of names and other associations to imply a conspiracy. I do not entertain or believe in conspiracies, as they do not interest me. I have also noticed that my mother's identity may also be compromised because whatever dealing that her siblings are doing in regard to the family farm, they are not complying by informing her, as they are supposed to do by law. I believe that my mother has also been a victim of a railroad.
I believe that myself and others are used as human chess pieces, and that Max Kellerman was supposed to get me in school, as Max represented Max at Concord Baptist church. Sam and I became friends, instead. When I called Sam in 2001, someone saw it on the Dish Satellite network, and murdered Sam. James Butler was sentenced for the murder, and while I was a student I always studied in Butler Library. It's a nasty game, and these individuals are playing with our lives. Max and the boxers may be retaliating against me, and I believe that Jaime Dimon was aware of what was going on during my employment, due to the high profile clients that Chase has. My uncle Nathaniel is connected to sports figures, the church and his fraternity--they were attempting to erase me and to steal all of my assets to cover a debt that I do not know about. I do know that my family is associated with members of the Greek community, and that my father was associated to a man named Jim Brandenburg who is a retired basketball coach. When I started my employment at JPMC, a coworker, Jake Ivkovich, mentioned to me to never say anything bad about myself, and I believe that these individuals needed to be able to justify their need to hurt me in order to justify their actions and this is why the attack was so severe. I believe that Max is devastated over Sam's death, and that somehow these individuals linked up some type of way to attack me. I do not know if the elders in my family are mere conspirators, and my cousins are affiliated with gangs or biker and truck clubs. They have all kept their dealings away from me. I have posted petitions seeking assistance on Change.Org, and I believe that these individuals are bullies. I have found evidence where these individuals hurt innocent people, and why I say innocent is because, I'm innocent. I have not done anything to these individuals, and I have never played this game. I am a survivor of childhood bullying, and I can say that I wasn't in constant contact with any of these individuals growing up, except my brother and when my parents were married--I interacted more with my paternal family, but I have never done anything harmful to any of them. They have continually violated me due to greed, as there is a farm on my maternal side and I am the oldest. I have been wearing the same clothes over and over since September 2013, and my entire life is in storage. These people have devastated my life, and I know that they have done it to others.
Thank you for reading my letter.
Alicia M. Clark
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