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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.