Free Frank Fuster

BLOG #14, September 5, 2021

The laws that have been enacted by state legislatures across the United States because of the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act, passed by the Nixon-Ford administration in 1974, resulted in a nationwide sexual child abuse hysteria.

The Act, sometimes called the Mondale Act after one of its sponsors, was implemented to fight a genuine problem. Up to 1974, sexual child abuse was rarely reported and frequently covered up. It was the good intent of Congress to try to rectify that deplorable situation, by providing incentives by means of federal funds for the states to set up programs for child abuse research for the identification of the abusers and for their prosecution and treatment. Thus, federal funding was made available to match the states’ funding. As a result, the states were motivated to eliminate, or to reduce, the laws that were in place to prevent false charges of sexual child abuse, to increase their rates of convictions, and thus qualify for the millions of dollars in federal funds gifts.

From the legal perspective, from its creation, the Act required some modifications, in that it reinforced the frequent occurrence of the over reporting phenomena that caused the national hysteria of sexual child abuse, while failing to provide for the enactment of the required laws to protect the legal rights and the freedom of the falsely accused as well as for laws to protect the tender brains of the children from inculcated false beliefs of having experienced molestation.

The national hysteria peaked somewhere between 1980 and 1990 and according to Mary Pride’s book: The Child Abuse Industry, it caused over one million false allegations of sexual child abuse throughout the United States in 1985 alone. My fabricated cases in 1981 and in 1984, took place, in part, as a direct result of that national hysteria. But, while the hysteria played a main role in paving the way for easy convictions in many cases, mine included, other factors also contributed to my two cases, such as the plaintiffs’ personal agendas and the political agenda of Miami Dade County State Attorney Janet Reno.

Although the national hysteria has diminished throughout the years, it’s still lingering and causing the illegal conviction of guiltfree defendants. It requires correction, which can come about through a dedicated campaign consisting of public education of petitions from the public to our law makers and from lobbying by those that have the authority and the moral duty to do so. In support thereof, statistics show that an estimated 76% of all the charges of sexual child abuse crimes are ultimately found to be unfounded. Most charges of sexual child abuse are based on allegations of sexual touching with the sexual organs or with the mouth or with the hands. It is impossible to defend oneself from those type of criminal touching charges that do not leave behind any physical damage or evidence. Culpability is established with the testimony of an easily pre-manipulated state child witness. Less than one percent (1%) of the unfounded charges involved allegations of actual vagina or rectal penetration. 82% of the unfounded charges were made by estranged spouses involved in custody battles for their children. 11% of the unfounded charges were found to have been malicious in origin often based on baseless claims from anonymous telephone calls to the hot line of the Human Resources Services Office, for the sole purpose of trying to ruin someone’s life. By the way, that is how my second case began. The remaining six percent (6%) represented actual crimes, most often, by a family member, or by an alleged friend of the child’s family.

There is also the human factor to be considered. Sexual child abuse charges are so horrible and shocking, that the instinctively reaction towards the accused is one of blind rage, while simultaneously reaching out in any possible way to the alleged child witness. Under blind rage no brain can think with mental sanity and good judgement. What is seldom considered is that both, the child who is subjected to grow up under the stigma and mental trauma caused by false inculcated beliefs of having been molested as a child and the falsely accused that must endure many years of torture in a prison or a lifetime of rejection by society or both, are victims of the broken judicial and legislative systems of our society. A society that incarcerates innocent persons, is devoid of the required human rights that the United Nations enacted into laws on December 10, 1948… the day of my birthday (How ironic). The traumas that are caused by the false charges of sexual child abuse are well documented by the national organization The False Memory Syndrome Foundation.

There is an urgent need to demand that our law makers reenact the laws that served to reduce the reliance on false charges of sexual child abuse to file frivolous civil actions or out of vindictiveness or for political reasons, as in my two cases, and in cases of custody litigations. Just to mention a few examples. The Child Abuse and Prevention Act erroneously caused the elimination of those preliminary procedures that were followed by the law enforcement officials and by the courts, which existed to prevent malicious allegations and prosecutions. Society must have those laws restored immediately. The bad legislation that was enacted to provide immunity to anyone that comes forward with allegations of sexual child abuse has been abused on daily basis by unscrupulous individuals seeking to benefit from someone’s conviction. Please read: ‘BLIND INJUSTICE‘, by Attorney Mark Godsey.

Until next time, Francisco Fuster Escalona.

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My main objective through this communication has already been accomplished…up to a point. With the above title I have introduced you to a 1976 Christian metaphysical 1,300 pages volume of five books, which is now available to the entire planet in about 30 languages. Now it’s up to you to invest $26.00 for a soft cover small version, or $37.00 for a large hard cover deluxe version, or $170.00 for a set of 59 audio CDs version for the visually impaired.

I am motivated to share with others the powerful messages of A Course in Miracles, because those Words from Jesus Christ Himself, represents the Truth that set me free (Read: John 8:32). We all need freedom from the worldly ego thought system’s false beliefs and negative emotions, such as fear. That freedom can only be realized with the Truth imparted by the knowledge that: regardless of the ungodly thoughts and actions during the human experience, we will forever remain being as God created us, i.e., as Spiritual Holy and Eternal Minds, in oneness with God’s Holy Universal Mind and Thoughts. The mind is not the brain, but the essence of each are our thoughts. That Truth also includes, in part, that only the Holy Thoughts that we have received from our Holy Spiritual Mind Self and that have been accumulated in the brain during the human experience, will be able to become a part of the Mind-Spirit that is our real identity, and thus survive the human experience. That is the real meaning of Salvation. Salvation is not for the thoughts of the brains. ‘Spirit is in a state of grace forever. Your reality is only Spirit. Therefore, you are in a state of grace forever,’ (A Course in Miracles, @ Chapter 1, Section III, Paragraph 5, Sentences #4 #5 and #6). That Truth includes the spiritual consciousness that our Inner Holy Christ Self, which is the Son of God, does not require Salvation, because our holiness already enjoys eternal Salvation. Our essence are thoughts. God created each one of us Spiritual Minds with Holy and Eternal Thoughts from God’s own Mind and the total sum of us Spiritual Minds, are and represent the Son of God, i.e., the Universal Mind of Christ that we all share. The human bodies, i.e., the brains, are tools of our Spiritual Minds, that serve as co-creators of our own Selves and to communicate with each other. WE ARE NOT HUMAN BODIES. The thoughts in our brains, most of which are the essence of our self-made worldly ego thought system, are NOT our real identity. The religious ideas that there are rituals or/and faith, through which our Heavenly Father provided Salvation for our worldly ego thought system’s illusive and ungodly thoughts, are INSANE. To the extent that we adopt illusions as reality, we are insane. After the human experience we all will return to the Universal Mind of Christ and no unholiness can follow us There. Our worldly ego thought system is the real and only Antichrist, which is destined to vanish upon the death of the brain. That is the real and only final judgement. The Truth confirms the two simultaneous identities that we seem to experience as Spiritual Minds and as human beings and reveals that the temporary human ego identity is NOT REAL is NOT who we are.

Seeking worldly religious faith which offers Salvation for the worldly ego thought system is not conductive to the Truth that can set you free from your adopted illusions, to which you have, by error and stubbornness, issued reality. If anything, such a futile search would serve to reinforce your self-made ego thought system, which would darken the veil that prevents you from having access to the vision of your Inner Christ Self. God provides His Holy Spirit as the solution, Who is in your Holy Spiritual Mind to serve as God’s Voice to guide you when you become ready to relinquish the ego self that you have made to replace the Eternal and Holy Self that God created as You. Those are the reasons why your Spiritual Mind is the Temple of God. As you relinquish your ego thought system one worldly thought at a time, each of those dead ego thoughts, which are destined to vanish, will be replaced with an Eternal Holy Thought from your Inner Christ Self and to the extent that you do, you will be emulating our Holy Brother Jesus Christ in given Christ a human face. And only to the extent that you do, you have Salvation. Allow Jesus Christ, Who is really Christ, to be your Savior, and to teach you the Truth that will set you free. Only the Truth can dissipate our false beliefs. Only the Truth is True. The blood of Jesus of Nazareth was not shed to provide Salvation for the illusive egos of this illusive world, nor did our Heavenly Father had him assassinated. These false beliefs are insane, just as the blasphemous belief that Jesus of Nazareth was God Himself.

A Course in Miracles was written by a professor of doctors called Helen S. Schucman, between 1969 and 1976. Her name doesn’t appear on the cover of the volume, nor did she ever accept any money from the profits produced by the sales, because she claimed that A Course in Miracles was dictated to her by a Spiritual Inner Voice, that asked her to write the volume. She donated funds to have the volume published. The profits from the sales are being used to have the books published in every main language.

At first, I was skeptical, as expected. But what caused my skepticism to vanish was the power within each statement the lack of an ego self and the fact that the Voice identifies Itself as Jesus Christ. I appreciate learning that I am as God created Me and that my human experience can’t alter God’s Will.

Francisco Fuster-Escalona, God’s Messenger.
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Justice Still Denied for Victims of Day Care Sex Abuse Witch Trials 

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Since the decision to prosecute me had no basis on reality, because the alleged crime never took place, the only remaining possible reason is projected madness based on vindictiveness for my decision to exercise my legal rights in a court of law. There is no other logical explanation when my innocence is not disputed. All my thoughts; statements and actions in that regard, are generated by the knowledge of my own innocence. My conviction provided them with protection from any criminal and civil accountability for the crimes committed in my house against me and my family, as well as to my property.

My conviction was necessary to suppress my voice. Regardless of any degree of denial from anyone, that is the absolute truth. Janet Reno joined their conspiracy because they were a family of law enforcement agents, but also to obtain their votes. Subsequently, Janet Reno found it necessary to fabricate my second conviction, above all, to eliminate my credibility and to suppress my voice. My second conviction not only generated the required votes for her to win her reelection bit against Attorney John Thompson (One of my supporters now); but also paved the road to her position as the United States Attorney General. The circumstances surrounding my life at that time made me the perfect candidate for the crime against my person. Mostly, being an ex-convict from the State of New York in a 1969 manslaughter case, at the age of 20.

As terrible as that experience was with the family of [REDACTED]; who later became [REDACTED]; and subsequently became [REDACTED], was insignificant by comparison to what, my destiny had reserved for me in the Country Walk Babysitting Case, which generated a TV movie; several books; way over one thousand articles nationwide; and TV documentaries, most of which support, totally or in part, my firm assertion of undiluted innocence, as to every charge.

As expected from the ego thought system, some minds find it impossible to believe that I am in fact totally innocent of my two convictions of sexual child abuse, notwithstanding all the evidence that I have documented so far. Such minds refuse to conceive the high level of cruelty and malice that was expressed by the sick ego mind set of Janet Reno. They elected to ignored and thus to disregard her documented record, such as her actions in the Waco, Texas, religious compound, where Janet Reno has over 80 human beings exterminated under the purported justification that the killings were necessary because the 37 children that were massacred had been victims of sexual child abuse.

To my surprise, society went along with that sick lie. I reasonably attribute such a state of mind to bias; fears; prior personal trauma(s); ignorance; or projected guilt. The effects of adopted illusions in the mind are identical to the effects of the truth, because to the mind, its illusions are not illusions, but reality. This fact applies to any area of the human experience, from religion to politics to points of view on any given subject.

One example that comes to mind is the ongoing nationwide illusive belief that the coronavirus is fake news. To believe that I molested Miss R.R., a mind must ignore a mountain of evidence that logically contradict that upside down perception. I find it highly contradictory to believe that I am guilty of my first conviction, and therefore a pedophile, but totally innocent of my second conviction. The proposition posited by that belief must totally disregard the sick mind set of a pedophile. It doesn’t require much research, or a Ph.D., to establish the fact that a pedophile that hasn’t been healed, will act out his or her pedophilia mind set at any opportunity, because the truth is that they cannot help themselves. The fact that pedophilia is a mental disease must be recognized and allowed its central place in the equation. Otherwise, the ongoing errors that prevent how to properly deal with the problems, are being perpetuated.

As a nation, we have made much progress in science; technology; nuclear bombs; and many other areas. We have developed significant control of the space and traveled to the moon. Yet, the members of society haven’t learned how to deal with cases dealing with allegations of sexual child abuse. That fact is not based on a lack of knowledge between right and wrong, or about what must be done to correct the problems surrounding such cases. The main problem is that the truth concerning those cases seems to be an unwanted truth. The type of truth that can destroy a politician’s career. No politician that I know of is willing to commit political suicide. Under today’s beliefs and the emotional nature that is inherent in such cases, anyone that has the courage to speak and defend the truth will be perceived as a champion for child molesters. Not a nice position to adopt. But I have the freedom to speak out my mind. Therefore, through my blogs I will share my thoughts with you.

A pedophile is defined by adopted sick thoughts in the mind, that elicit conceived sexual pleasures from sexual activities with human beings under the age of sexual expression, and mental and physical capacity for that experience. Their depraved actions against nature are harmful to children, highly repugnant and criminal. Up to now, society’s reaction has been to hate them, to deny them the required mental health treatment that can provide healing in the great majority of those cases; and to incarcerate them with common criminals to be tortured on daily basis for many years. But, has this approach produced the best results?
TO BE CONTINUED.
Frank Fuster.

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That phone call from [REDACTED] turned my world upside down, chewed it up, then spit it out into one hundred pieces. No one can expect to receive a call like that. Nothing prepares someone for an experience like that. At first, I thought that the lady had a wrong number, so I told her: “Lady you got the wrong number.”… and hanged up the telephone. Subsequently, I returned to the Florida room, where my wife Martha Elena and I were looking at a TV program and enjoying a moment together.

She asked me: “Who was that?” And I answered: “Some hysterical crazy woman yelling: “You fucking child molester, my father is going to kill your mother fucking ass”. As soon as I sat down, the phone began to ring again. I got up, and with some anger I took the call. It was the same voice again. I have never forgotten that voice, full of fury and ire. My first reaction was to tell the lady to stop calling my number; that she had the wrong number.

But then she asked me: “Is your name Frank Fuster?”. When I heard my name, I felt my entire body tensing up. She was calling me “Child Molester”. As her insulting statements came from the receiver, a myriad of emotions hit me simultaneously; bundling with disbelief; immense heartbreak; vile hatred and anger. Who was this woman? What was she talking about? Who was her daughter? How did she obtain my private telephone number and my name? Why was she disrespecting and insulting me that way? What do you say at a moment like that?

I hated child molesters with passion. I felt my face flushed with blood as rage began to take control of my reason and good judgment. When I admitted being Frank Fuster, the lady’s anger escalated and she continued to accuse me of molesting her daughter and continued telling me that her father, a police officer, was going to kill me. The moment came when I couldn’t control my lower unconscious ego self from taking over. She was also making statements that made no sense, telling me: “My child is only nine years old. She looked older because [REDACTED] allowed her to put on some make up for the party. How old you thought she was?”. Out of anger I addressed the ridiculous question with an equally ridiculous reply. I answered: “I thought that she was 26 years old! “.

When I heard the name [REDACTED], immediately my mind began to make connections and I insulted that lady with the most vulgar language that I was able to come up with. I also insulted her father and [REDACTED], calling them very dirty names. In the process I sealed my fate. A very powerful family became my enemies based on a false allegation. I hanged up the telephone. My wife, who had been right next to me asking me to let her talk to the lady, was in shock. I should have allowed my wife to talk to [REDACTED].

Most likely my wife would have been able to appease [REDACTED] and restore some sanity to her mind. I tried to steady myself as the woman’s voice; her threats and her many insults echoed loud in my brain. Her voice and demeanor indicated that she was intoxicated. I felt rage. The mental state of rage is very dangerous, because it depletes the mind of all the analytical abilities. My wife became highly concerned as I began to get dressed up to go to [REDACTED]’s apartment to find out the apartment number of [REDACTED]. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. Just because her father and her brother were employed as policemen, didn’t give her the right to call my house to insult me.

My wife got dressed up as well. My brother George and his wife Lucy ([REDACTED]’s cousin), whom my wife had called, arrived soon after. We discussed the situation. I had to agree to let them handle the situation, since [REDACTED] and I had had a prior problem and weren’t on friendly terms. Finally, after calming down, we all went to see [REDACTED], who Lucy had already called and was waiting for us. Between tears, [REDACTED] told us everything, but she refused to tell me the number for [REDACTED]’s apartment. Claiming that [REDACTED] was already high in marijuana and drunk. [REDACTED] told us that [REDACTED] was very paranoid and unreasonable; and that she had several weapons that her father and her brother, another police officer, had given her. She offered to talk to [REDACTED] herself, to clarify the misunderstanding.

[REDACTED] didn’t succeed. I never met [REDACTED], never had the opportunity to tell her that I had not touched her child in any sexual manner. However, her daughter told her. Miss R.R. showed her, and the jury, the only two places where my right hand made physical contact with her child body: Her right shoulder and the right side of her waistline. I have spent countless hours asking myself: why did [REDACTED] and her family of law enforcement agents relied on their influence over Janet Reno to convinced her to prosecute me, instead of apologizing to me and to my family, as they were supposed to do? That would have been the logical and the moral reaction. I have never been able to come up with any logical answer.

Also, why Sergeant Raymond Haar had refused to talk with me man to man the two times that I had the manly courage to go in person to see him face to face, to set the record straight, at the Metro Police Department Fifth Precinct? Didn’t he realize that if I had any guilt at all, I wouldn’t have been able to face him and to act as I did? As a high rank law enforcement agent, with many years of experience, didn’t he know that guilt produces fear and that the human brain must project those feelings of fear and guilty? Why did they insist on making a victim out of Miss R.R. and to project me as a sick minded pedophile? Was it because they knew that I wanted to file a lawsuit against them?

TO BE CONTINUED
Frank Fuster.

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Hon. Steven D. Robinson approved the pretrial decision by the Public Defender’s Office to appoint Attorney [REDACTED] to appeal my conviction on Case 81-21904, notwithstanding the fact that I had not requested the representation of a public defender attorney for my appeal. No one ever asked me if I wanted to appeal my conviction. But at the time, I erroneously believed that I had experienced a normal and expected proceeding.

I was wrong. I was being set up! [REDACTED]was a private attorney that frequently requested and accepted cases from the Public Defender’s Office, when they couldn’t handle the overflow of cases. But in my case, [REDACTED]had been preassigned by the Public Defender’s Office, before the outcome of my trial was official, in anticipation of a guilty verdict from the manipulated jury. Late Mr. [REDACTED]never had any intentions of appealing my case.

Without ever placing me on notice, as it is required by the Florida Rules of Court, and in misrepresentation of the facts, [REDACTED]told the Third District Court of Appeals, through an Anders Brief, that after reviewing my case, he couldn’t find any grounds on which to file an appeal; and requested authorization to withdraw himself as my appellate counsel, which was immediately granted, again without any notice to me, either from Samek, or from the Third District Court of Appeals of Florida.

My 30 days to file my own appeal, or to have another attorney file it on my behalf, expired without having been given an opportunity to protest [REDACTED]’s actions and omissions, and to act on my own behalf. I lost my legal right to appeal my bogus conviction. Good grounds existed, two of which I mentioned before through my prior blogs. It took me years to discover what Attorney [REDACTED]had done. When I did, I sent him a letter complaining, but he never provided me with an answer.

Realizing how ignorant I was about the legal system, in early 1984, [REDACTED]demanded from me and eventually received, “$1,200.00 to pay for work that the court was not willing to pay for”. He never filed anything on my behalf to help me vacate my conviction in Case #81-21904.

While I was relying on [REDACTED], I continued with my life, serving my two years under probation without any problem until August of 1984. I had very good probation officers. I could withdraw early from the court ordered psychological treatment program, which I completed with Psychologist Elein Bell. I clearly explained to her what had occurred with Miss R.R.; her family of law enforcement agents; and [REDACTED]. After that, there was nothing else to be discussed. I introduced her to my wife Martha Elena and to my son Noel. She understood. Through the psychological sessions, I discovered that being shot in the head with a Caliber .38 hollow point bullet on December 18, 1980, had affected my brain; and as a result, my personality.

I had become paranoid; suspicious; depressed and way more aggressive than before the holdup attempt in my place of business. I was experiencing constant nightmares; nocturnal panic attacks; loss of sexual desires and other fun activities, such as dancing and eating out with my wife. After I was accused of molesting Miss R.R., I erroneously tried to make my wife responsible for what Mrs. Bonnie Kendall, the mother of Miss R.R., was doing to me, since it was Martha Elena the one that sent Miss R.R. to ride with me in my van. Eventually, we both contributed with our actions and omissions to end up our relationship. But before that took place, we did try to save the marriage.

One day, the developer of Winston Park, which is where we had a beautiful house at that time, invited us to visit their new housing development in Orlando, called Buenaventura, where a similar house as ours, was selling for only $40,000.00. We decided to sell our house for $100,000.00, pay of the $46,000.00 mortgage, and move to Buenaventura to buy a new house cash.

Had we done that, most likely the marriage could have been saved. Had we done that; I wouldn’t be sitting in prison today serving six life sentences for crimes that never existed. But. Acting without Martha’s approval; without common sense; without reason; without awareness, I exercised my constitutional rights to act like a fool and coerced my wife to remain in Miami; and into buying a house in Country Walk for about $150,000.00 (Including closing cost), still under the jurisdiction of the Fifth Precinct Metro Police Department and Sergeant Raymond J. Haar, Sr.

I must have been having mental issues. I must have had lost my awareness of reality when I agreed to pay $1,408.00 every month just for my mortgage. In Winston Park my monthly mortgage payment was only $416.00 under a fixed 8% interest. To buy the house in Country Walk I accepted an initial fixed interest of 10.5 %, knowing that it had to go down again and then I could refinance. But still, the original idea to have a nice house fully paid for, was the way to go. I was only about 33 years old. Originally, the main objective was to move far away from Sgt. Ray Haar, Sr., and his family, that had caused me and my family so much harm.

But instead, I acted with undiluted stupidity and decided to stay in Miami Dade County, which gave them the opportunity to contribute to get me convicted a second time, with new and equally false allegations from other law enforcement agents, which had become my new neighbors in Country Walk. I assume full responsibility for my lack of intelligence and logical thinking. I apologize to my ex-wife Martha Elena; to my son Noel; and to my family. I cannot keep my tears inside as I write this, because the memories of that experience are still very painful.

TO BE CONTINUE.
Frank Fuster, AKA in prison as Paco.

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My dear ex wife Martha Elena was called to testify on my behalf. Martha had been driving nearby during the ten minute ride between the Dade County Impoundment Yard and [REDACTED]’s apartment. After my mother, no one knew my mind better than Martha, who was a very intimate part of my human experience for over ten years. Martha provided the best defense that was possible for her to provide, not only as a character witness, but also as a nearby witness. She knows that I am not a pedophile and has always taken that stand on my behalf.

The court’s records of the pre trial proceedings and of the trial itself, can provide much evidence of questionable legal decisions by the court officials. For example:

1. Up to the week of my trial, my case had been under the court docket of Judge Joseph P. Farina, who had been over my case from the beginning and had full knowledge of the intricacies of my case, but he decided to recuse himself from the case just before the trial, and was replaced with Hon. Steven D. Robinson, from the Small Claims Court, who had no prior knowledge of what had been happening with my case; and who had no prior experience with the criminal type of cases from the Eleventh Judicial Circuit Court of Florida. Just a few weeks prior to my trial, I had appeared before Judge Robinson at the Small Claims Court for a civil claim case. It is not clear if such an appointment was made in violation of the Florida Rules of Court; nor could I find out why it was not possible to reassign my case to a judge from the Eleventh Judicial Circuit Court of Florida. I couldn’t not even find out why Hon. Farina, who soon after became the Chief Judge, saw the need to recuse himself from my case. I trusted him. I wanted a bench trial with him, instead of a jury trial, because he had ordered the lie detection evaluation and the psychological evaluation that I had taken and passed with flashing colors. I believe that he also had knowledge that the first assistant district attorney that reviewed the allegations against me, a young and very nice woman, had declined to prosecute me due to insufficient evidence of sexual intent or misconduct. I cannot remember her name, but she was dating a Cuban attorney named Rodolfo, who years later became one of the judges for the Third District Court of Appeals.

2. Up to the week of my trial, the assistant district attorney that had been assigned by Janet Reno to my case, Mr. Leonard W. Lewis, was replaced with an assistant district attorney that had already resigned to move to Washington, D.C.: Mr. Jerome Akers. As a favor to Janet Reno, he returned to work only to prosecute me. Weird.

3. Up to the week of my trial, my assistant public attorney had been Mr. William Castro, who was responsible for the agreement with Janet Reno to delete the single charge of touching Miss. R.R. over her clothes with sexual intent, providing that I could take and pass a lie detection test and a psychological evaluation. Mr. Castro had full knowledge of my case; and had prepared well for the trial. He had accumulated evidence of my innocence and of the fact that Janet Reno had joined Sgt. Ray Haar’s personal vendetta against me, in exchange for votes during her upcoming reelection bit. Mr. Castro wasn’t willing to allow Janet Reno to keep the jury from finding out that I had taken and passed a lie detection evaluation and a psychological evaluation. He had me take pictures of the van and the seating arrangement. I relied on my son as a substitute for Miss R.R. to demonstrate through photographs that it was almost physically impossible to touch Ms. R.R. between her legs, without adopting a very awkward physical position, in part, due to the steering wheel. Mr. Castro was fired. I was never able to find out why he was fired from his job.

His replacement was a new attorney without much experience, about 26 or 27 years old: Mr. [REDACTED], whom I met just before the trial. During our pre trial ten minutes meeting, Mr. [REDACTED]’s objective was to induce me to accept a plea bargain offer from Miss Janet Reno, which began with an offer of three years under probation; and ended during my trial with an offer of only six months under probation. I rejected those offers and demanded a trial because the crime never took place and because I am not a pedophile. I was very concerned about going to trial with an attorney that had no knowledge of my case; had no prior experience with such cases; believed that I was guilty; and agreed with Janet Reno that the jury couldn’t be allowed to find out that I had taken and passed a lie detection evaluation and a psychological evaluation. He sold me out, without any regards for the truth and for my human rights. I never had an opportunity to obtain justice. These statements are the undiluted truth before our Creator.

Yes, I believe in God.

I was forced to go to trial with a new judge; with a new assistant district attorney; and with a new defense attorney that didn’t properly defend me and didn’t allow me to testify on my own behalf to be able to defend myself and the truth.

The day of my sentence, Mr. Akers asked Hon. Robinson to sentence me to the maximum, i.e., to 15 years in prison. Defense Attorney [REDACTED] asked the judge to sentence me to 5 years in prison. The pre sentencing investigator asked the judge to sentence me to three years in prison. Over objections by the prosecutor; and threats from [REDACTED], courageous Hon. Steven D. Robinson, sent me back to my family with a sentence of two years under probation and a psychological counseling program.
Then a man who had been seating at the rear of the courtroom, informed Hon. Robinson that he was willing to handle my appeal. His name was Jeffrey William Samek, Esq.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Frank Fuster

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THE TRIAL for #81-21904.

The entire proceeding lasted less than four hours, notwithstanding the fact that the trial was divided into two days. The trial transcripts are made of only 265 pages. The jury was composed of four African American woman; one young Latino; and the Jury Foreman, a high end middle age white man (To my understanding, a retired police officer), who most probably controlled the end result of the jury’s deliberations. Three of the four black women were old, like over the age of 70. Two of them kept their gaze on the floor and were very shy or scared of so many police officers in the courtroom. The alternate juror was also an older African American woman.

It was obvious to me that the fact, that the so called “child victim” was related by blood to law enforcement agents, was very intimidating to most members of the jury. The fact that she was a cute little white girl, nicely dressed, must have melt everyone’s heart in that courtroom. She took the stand with determination and readiness. She was very calm and confident, probably because she had not been coached into lying. She had only been instructed to rely on body language, instead of on oral language, to comply with Assistant District Attorney Jeremy Akers’ key instruction: “Show the jury where Uncle Frank touched you.”

Referring to me as the child’s uncle was not an innocent error, but a very malicious strategy, because often the abusers are related to the victim. She answered truthfully by touching with her left hand her right shoulder and the right side of her waistline. She was done in about three minutes. She had a happy demeanor and smiled constantly. Assistant State Attorney Jeremy Akers provided the required statements for the trial transcripts to get me convicted: “For the record, the victim has touched her crotch area and her chest area.” That was a lie. Defense Attorney [REDACTED] had a legal duty to object to that lie, but he denied my request to do so, alleging that he knew what he was doing; and that the lie had not escaped the jury’s awareness. I was found guilty in less than ten minutes of deliberation, in part, based on those false statements, which can be confirmed with a copy of my trial transcripts. If that is not a fundamental error, nothing is.

The betrayal of my court appointed attorney, Mr. [REDACTED], went beyond his refusal to object to the prosecutor’s misrepresentation of the facts, to obstructing my constitutional legal rights to testify against the false charge that I was facing. Today, that I know better, I hate myself for having allowed [REDACTED] to manipulate me. To keep me away from the witness stand, [REDACTED] asked the Judge for a recess in the trial; and took me to the men’s bathroom, where he aggressively insisted that: 1) We had already won the case, because the jury had seen that the prosecutor had lied. 2) That if I took the stand, the prosecutor was going to rely on my New York City manslaughter conviction to persuade the jury to change their minds and find me guilty; 3) That due to my facial paralysis, I gave out a very sinister appearance that made me look like a sexual predator and like a criminal. 4) That I had ignored his orders to dress up with light colored clothing. 5) That if I continued insisting on testifying on my own behalf, he was going to withdraw from the case and leave me on my own.

This last threat ended up the ten minutes argument, because I didn’t have the required legal knowledge to represent myself. I erroneously surrendered to [REDACTED]’s manipulation. Years later, I realized, through reading law books, that in such cases, if the defendant fails to declare to the jury his undiluted innocence, most likely, the jury will agree with the prosecutor. It was imperative for the jury to hear from my mouth my side of the story. If I had testified, I would have obtained justice and won my trial.

I should have realized that fact during my trial, because during the voir dire proceeding, I witnessed a long 20 minutes argument between Judge Steven D. Robinson and two of the jurors, the young black girl and the young Latino man, who placed the judge on notice that, if I failed to take the stand, they had no choice but to find me guilty as charged. They did not care about my legal rights to remain silent, and they made that argument to the judge many times. That was the argument on which I relied to try to convince Attorney [REDACTED] to allow me to defend myself on the witness stand. My attorney knew, or should have known, that by blocking my access to the witness stand, he was intentionally causing me to be convicted of a crime that not only I had not committed, but that never even existed. No crime had taken place. R.R. had not been molested by anyone. Years later, I wrote a long letter to Mr. [REDACTED] to address these facts. He never answered me.

[REDACTED] was called to testify. Basically, [REDACTED] provided an honest testimony, but the jury ignored it. She didn’t deny her role in inculcating the idea of sexual abuse in R.R.’s impressionable nine year old brain.

The detective that Sgt. Haar had sent to my house (Named Mr. Marshall or something like that), also took the stand. His only lie, as far as I can remember, was that I had told him that I had asked R.R. to accompany me in the van, which is not true. R.R. had made the original request and my wife had asked me to let her ride with me in my van. His obvious objective was to provide the inference of a guilty mind. I am grateful that he didn’t lie beyond that.

My brother George also took the stand, only to contradict the detective’s lie. George had witnessed the entire conversation between me and Detective Marshall.

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Frank Fuster.

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Re: Case #81-21904.
I arrived about 20 minutes after [REDACTED] had left. I found the front door of my house fully opened; the side window of my customized van had been smashed and the paint had been scrapped off in several places, probably with a rock. The porch window and lamp were also smashed. Glass was all over the place. I found my son and his babysitter locked up in the bathroom. They were under a state of shock and couldn’t stop crying. Communication was impossible for a while.

They had been victimized and traumatized by the abusive conduct of [REDACTED]’s brother, who had acted lawless out of blind rage, while projecting the filth of his brain upon my person. Had I been home, he would have killed a totally innocent human being. I called the Fifth Precinct four times back to back, which has jurisdiction over the area where my Winston Park house at that time is located. All my calls were ignored. No one was sent to investigate my complaint. They all seem unwilling to get involved.

My son and his babysitter told me that a young policeman had entered the house by force as soon as she had opened the door for him, while holding a gun and yelling out my name. I went to the Fifth Precinct to complain and again I was mistreated and threatened. I was placed in a holding cell for about one hour and released. I didn’t know what to do. I drove away to another jurisdiction to get directions from a police officer that was one of my customers. He directed me to the Miami Police Department Internal Affairs Offices.

Once there, an employee took my complaint on writing and opened an investigation. As a result, Detective Sergeant Raymond Haar, Sr., sent one of his detectives to my house. My brother George and I welcomed that detective and I answered all his questions with undiluted honesty.

Notwithstanding that, [REDACTED] insisted on pressing charges against me with the Offices of Janet Reno, Miami Dade County State Attorney. The family had also discovered that I had a criminal record from the State of New York. Janet Reno assigned the case to a young woman, one of her assistant district attorneys, who, after talking to R.R. and to me, refused to prosecute me for having placed my arm around R.R.’s waist line and around her shoulder (Those were the original charges), in a non-sexual good faith effort to protect the child from falling.

R.R. told the truth. In fact, she didn’t even lie during my trial when Assistant District Attorney Jeremy Akers instructed her to show the jury where I had touched her. R.R. DIDN’T PROVIDE AN ORAL ANSWER. Instead, ten years old R.R. touched her right shoulder and the right side of her waistline. Subsequently, Mr. Akers stated: “For the record, the victim has touched her crotch area and her chest area”. That was a lie. Defense Attorney Henri Rauch didn’t object.

Also, as a result of my complaint with Internal Affairs, one Sunday morning, when I was with my son Noel working on the front garden, a car drove up and four men got out of the car and ran toward me very fast. Two of them were holding guns. Immediately I ordered my four-year-old child to run home and to lock the door, while I confronted the four men. It was a terrifying moment. I was concerned for the safety of my family. Before my son was able to lock the door, two of the men had reached the door’s handle and reopened the door. I believed that my family and I were experiencing a home invasion, but then I saw the policeman’s badge on his belt. Without any legal authorization, they held me outside my own house, while they searched my house and interviewed the babysitter. I was treated like a dangerous criminal. My wife wasn’t home.

Needless to say, R.R.’s family was upset with the female assistant district attorney’s decision not to prosecute me. And needless to say, how upset I felt over the gross abuse of authority that those law enforcement agents had used against me and my family. I decided to exercise my constitutional right to find an attorney to represent me in filing a civil action. That was a big mistake. Somehow, the family found out that I was looking for an attorney and told [REDACTED], who told Lucy, who told George, who told me. They returned to Janet Reno; and the allegations were altered to include actual touching of R.R.’s private parts over her clothes; the case was reassigned, and I was arrested. I had to pay $500.00 to recover my release on a $5,000.00 bail.

My pretrial court appointed attorney, Mr. William Castro, told me that Janet Reno was willing to withdraw prosecution if I agree to subject myself to a psychological evaluation for sex offenders, paid by the State Of Florida; I immediately agreed, took it and pass it with a favorable report from Dr. Seth R. Krieger, Psychologist. But Janet Reno didn’t drop the bogus charge. Subsequently, Janet Reno proposed that I submit myself to a lie detector test with Florida Polygraph Association, Mr. George B. Slattery, paid by the State of Florida, as a condition to drop the charge. Of course, I agreed. Took the test, twice back to back, and passed with flying colors. Janet Reno again refused to drop the case, claiming that there was no signed stipulation.

Through my trial attorney, Mr. Henri Rauch, Janet Reno offered me a plea bargain offer of only six months under probation. I was facing 15 years in prison, but I couldn’t accept responsibility for a disgusting crime that I had never committed. I decided to take my case to trial. They were obviously concerned about my intentions to file a lawsuit. I don’t deny having had those plans, but the two attorneys that I had consulted refused to get involved. I believe that one of them called Sgt. Haar.
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Frank Fuster.

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Let’s get some facts from Case #81-21904:

Remember Lucy? In addition to [REDACTED], she has another cousin that goes by “Tita”. Tita invited my wife Martha, the mother of my son Noel, and I, to her daughter’s 15th birthday party in September of 1981. She also invited [REDACTED] and her children, ten years old Lisa and six years old Timothy. Of course, also Lucy and my brother George. It was a Saturday night. The day before, Martha and I had attended another party at my uncle’s house, and we had left my van parked near his house with the intention to pick it up that Saturday. For that reason, we left Tita’s daughter party about 11:00 p.m. As I was driving away, Lucy came running and asked us to do her the favor of dropping [REDACTED] and the kids by her apartment, because [REDACTED] was already drunk.

[REDACTED] also had with her a nine-year-old girl named R.R., whom she was babysitting for one week, while her mother, [REDACTED], enjoyed her honeymoon with her new husband. We ended up agreeing to do the favor. [REDACTED]; Lisa; Timothy and R.R. sat on the back seat of my wife’s sedan. I drove to my uncle’s house and discovered that the van had been towed away by the police. We then went to pick up the van at the Miami Impound Lot. Martha granted R.R.’s request to accompany me in my customized van.

The van had bucket seats. During the ten-minute drive to [REDACTED]’s apartment, both vehicles drove side by side. R.R. was impressed with the van’s instruments panel. During the entire trip, like any nine-year-old child, she asked me question after question. Other than that, we had small talk about her school and her desire to become a police officer like her grandfather and uncle. During the brief ride, R.R. moved to my chair twice to pinpoint at something on the instruments panel that got her attention. Each time, I immediately sent R.R. back to her chair and ordered her to buckle up. Each time, I held on to her small body by placing my right arm around her shoulder or around her right-side waistline, in a good faith reaction to protect the child from falling.

After we left [REDACTED] and the kids at [REDACTED]’s place, [REDACTED], according to her own statements during my trial, repeatedly asked R.R. if any sexual touching had taken place and each time R.R. affirmed that I had only touched her shoulder and waist line. Subsequently, [REDACTED] informed R.R. that Lisa had been raped at the tender age of five years old by her uncle, i.e., [REDACTED]’s mentally retarded brother. [REDACTED] urged R.R. to inform her mother that a man named Frank had touched her; and convinced R.R. that men in general like to touch little girls’ private parts.

My trial’s transcript can confirm most of these statements, if not all. [REDACTED]’s manipulations produced the desired effect. Less than a minute after [REDACTED] arrived, R.R. stated: “Mom, guess what happened to me? A man named Frank touched me”. [REDACTED], who was drunk at that moment, went crazy and demanded from [REDACTED] my telephone number, which was facilitated by Lucy. This episode took place at a time of a national hysteria of cases dealing with bogus allegations of sexual child abuse that were highly sensationalized by the media every day.

In retrospective, now I can imagine how guilty [REDACTED] must have felt. Having left her only child with another pot head to go away for one full week, without any concern for R.R.’s safety. She imagined the worse and acted with mega rage based on her projected perceptions. Immediately she called her father, Sergeant Detective Ray Haar, from the Miami Dade County Metro Police Department Precinct Five; and accused me of having molested R.R. Subsequently, [REDACTED] called me. No one had ever before called me child molester and I do not think that any other insult could have invoked my ego’s ire as much.

To my disadvantage, I engaged [REDACTED] in the most vulgar and aggressive insulting contest that I ever had with any other human being. I hated child molesters and in New York I had caused serious bodily harm to one of them while protecting an eleven-year-old girl. I called [REDACTED] by every insult that I could come up with, in manifestation of the ego thought system under which I existed at that moment, while I simultaneously unknowingly sealed my fate. To describe my brain at that time as unconscious, is really an understatement.

Had I handled the situation with the love and the wisdom of my Inner Self, which was available to me, I would have avoided that case and the Country Walk Case. The next day, I went to see Sgt. Ray Haart at the Precinct Five. Not only he refused to see me, but his police officers were highly hostile toward me and threatened my life when I demanded a conference with Sgt. Haart. That evening, my wife, Lucy and my brother George, visited [REDACTED] to investigate from where [REDACTED] had obtained the crazy idea that I had molested R.R. [REDACTED] confessed and relied on the facts that she was traumatized by Lisa’s rape and that she had continued consuming alcohol in her apartment. I wanted a conference with [REDACTED], who lived on the same floor as [REDACTED], but [REDACTED] refused to call her out of fear, claiming that [REDACTED] was drunk and high on marijuana every day by noon time; and that she owned several weapons and was dangerous and unreasonable. So, we left [REDACTED]’s apartment, convinced by [REDACTED] that she was going to have a talk with [REDACTED] the next day to resolve “the misunderstanding.”

The next day, [REDACTED]’s brother [REDACTED], another police officer, reacted to the news that a man named Frank had molested his dear niece, by going to my house to kill me.

I wasn’t home when he went there. I was at work.