October 22, 2014: the first day of Diwali, the Festival of Lights. Early that morning, I performed Kali Puja for the first time at home.
Once puja was completed, I went live on the air at Mixlr.com and began my podcast. I wasn't on the air long before there was a knock at my door. It was one of the property managers and a couple of maintenance men. The property manager, a young black man, wanted to inspect my apartment, without prior notice.
I balked at the suggestion. It was an unscheduled visit and I paused my programming just to answer the door. To any radio personality on the air, time is of the essence. I explained to him that I was disabled, and I was in the middle of my vocational rehab.
The property manager then told me, "I couldn't care less about your vocational rehab, and if you don't like my behavior, you can feel free to move someplace else." As of that moment, because of his insult, that individual was Belial: worthless.
The surveillance cameras were running and he was on-camera in the hallway, but I was not. I looked over at the maintenance men. I could tell they were disgusted by what they'd just heard. I turned back to Belial and said, "Don't come back to my door with that loser mentality."
Belial insisted that he be allowed to continue his inspection. I let him. I watched him walk past my artifacts on the wall until he stopped in front of a religious artifact that was hanging from my wall.
He then asked me if he could look in my closets. I refused and told him to leave. Before Belial stepped through the threshold into the hallway and back on-camera he said, "I can come up in here anytime I like, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Friday, November 6, 2020
Now that I've had time to contemplate the events of April 15, 2004; I consider what happened to me a case of medical kidnapping.
When I arrived at Brockton Hospital and the handcuffs were removed, that's is when the real maltreatment began. When I asked questions about why I was transported to that hospital in handcuffs, or as to why I was forced to stay in a psych ward, I received no satisfactory answers. The situation got worse when I was given medications. I asked for painkillers for my chest pains. I'd had a bout of angina on the way to the hospital However, I was given psych meds. Specifically, I was prescribed a molotov cocktail for the mind: a mixture of lithium carbonate and olanzapine which caused hallucinations.
|The Living Mirror: Photo by Sarah Richter|
As stated in the Summary Judgement, I'd suffered an attack of angina after the campus police handcuffed me. As a stroke survivor with a physician and insurance, I was sure that the doctors at Brockton Hospital would at least get the information necessary to do their jobs properly, but my concerns were ignored. To my knowledge they did nothing corroborate any of the false information they'd received from Dr. Seibert-Larke of the Bridgewater State College Counseling Center.
I was rendered disabled because of the incident according to the Social Security Administration. This was devastating because, though I'd suffered a debilitating stroke in 2000, I was still able to avoid disability and stay in school. After six days in the psych ward at Brockton Hospital, I could no longer function intellectually as I had before I was forced to undergo their treatments. Sadly enough, I still suffer from an intellectual disability I didn't have before the events of April 15, 2004.
To be continued.