aging · Class · Community · ethnography · excess death · Homeless People · racism · trauma · white supremacy

Causes of Black Excess Death

A friend sent me a video in Messenger that detailed many of the ways you can end up dead in America if you happen to have been born Black. It stung me. It is the 21st C. and we are still with this white supremacist bullshit.

The video made me think about Emmett, that and an article I read by Dr. GS Potter, who seems to be a phantom, about why we can’t automatically believe all women when they cry sexual assault victim. I thought about the parallels I drew between Emmett Till and Tom Robinson in To Kill a Mockingbird. Both dead as a result of doing something ordinary, both dead because of the believed white woman’s word.

When I feel more composed I will figure out how to embed the video. I want to have the ability to watch it several times. Emmett Till died as a result of purchasing penny bubble gum. Tom Robinson ended up convicted and dead because he offered kindness to a poor white girl, abused by her father and sneered at by the townies. Philando Castile hurts all the more because he was riding in his girlfriend’s car with a young girl child in the back seat, because he’s dead and mother and daughter are traumatized how many ways ’til Sunday?

Doing mundane things can get you killed in America if you are visibly Black. Sandra Bland is dead because she allegedly didn’t signal a turn.

What the fuck is this?

HOMELESS PEOPLE. IT IS A VIOLATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS TO TREAT HOMELESS PEOPLE THE WAYS WE DO. DENIAL OF A PLACE TO RELIEVE ONE’S SELF, DENIAL OF WATER, VIOLATIONS OF HUMAN RIGHTS.

Why do we have people living on the streets in large numbers in America and that shit’s okay? We officially have pavement dwellers like those I observed in parts of the Indian subcontinent that were, at the time, suffering large in-migrations of rural people into the cities, looking for work. They lived in the garbage dumps. In America, the area surrounding the homeless is turned into a dump because of lack of access to the basics: a place to cook, a place to squat it out later, a place to lay your head.

Seems so simple, the fix to this. So many rich politicians could afford to house all the homeless people on their many properties. Why do we, the people, allow these conditions affecting people just like you or me, to persist? Are we truly anesthetized? Are we truly that unfeeling? Is there no longer any creature recognition going on?

What the fuck is really going on, people?

In 1955 Money, Mississippi, Black people had a greater chance of being lynched, and of having the lynchers get off because of the low prosecution rates for violent crimes against Blacks, but in support of white female purity and white male superiority. Carolyn Bryant only recently confessed that she lied. Her believed lies got a 14 year old boy tortured, mutilated, slaughtered.

Hikkikomori looking better and better e’er day.

Bad Faith · Building Contractor Scam · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Health and wellness · Homeownership · Insurance · Insurance Claims · Insurance Scam · Law · Paralegal Studies · trauma

CRIME SCENE

As of Earth Day tomorrow I will be living in this crime scene for over a year and have been attempting to resolve my problem with Safeco Insurance for three years.

Safeco adjuster Kent Stiles continues to fail to provide me with requested documentation. Vince Paglia lies to the Contractors State License Board about plans that never existed.

I am unable to get corresponding, itemized statements like the only one I have that corresponds to an $80+K check for materials and services not provided here, but paid for by Kent Stiles.

I am exceptionally tired of living in this crime scene. I think I have succeeded in having my property taxes lowered as I was finally able to get the assessor to come back out here and measure the property. When he came here before, he didn’t measure. He took pictures and the contractors word for the dimensions of the structure. The contractor told him the structure measured 816 sq ft. It actually measured 585 sq ft.

Not only are the insurance company and contractor crooked, the Los Angeles County Building and Safety seems to have some issues with their building inspectors. Not all of them are honest dealers. I had to write an online request to get the appraiser to come back here. He took a page from Stiles and Paglia and ignored my first three calls. Sending written notification prevented him from ignoring me any longer.

I am so angry about this situation that I could not sleep at all last night. Three years of claim mishandling and abuse from Safeco and Protech. Insurance companies have a fiduciary responsibility to their consumers. I should not have been less well off than I was before I filed my claim for damages. I should not have a smaller house with no amenities. I should not have to continue being a customer of Safeco, but I have already experienced Stiles’ manipulation of the information regarding my claim; he attributed my claim to water damage when it was wind that blew a tree limb onto the roof of my bedroom, the only room damaged in the incident. Stiles and Paglia destroyed my undamaged workshop, the entire front three-quarters of my home, all of my landscaping grown to support pollinators. I had to look at my front yard, barren and without any growth, or color for such a long time that I refuse to cut the grass. I prefer looking at green to brown.


Community · ethnography · Language · observations · power · research · social observation · Sociology · trauma

I Don’t See Color

Here’s a phrase that sincerely chaps my ass. What if the police ask you to describe me? Whachugonsay?

Discovered my disgust with this statement after getting into a discussion about who can and can’t say nigger. We concluded with the thought that anyone can say anything (conditional) because this is a country that constitutionally guarantees freedom of speech. I added that saying anything means being ready and able to take the consequences of those utterances.

See, you can’t say nigger to everyone. I don’t care how you spell it, inflect it, think it’s cute or a term of endearment, you can’t say that to everyone. Some folks have a reflexive action to being called nigger. They will bust you in the mouth, with love, ’cause they ain’t having it. I think I am one of those people.

Nigger is a slur, an ethnophaulism. How’d you like it if I walked up to you and called you my Dago, my Wop, my Mick, my Chink, my Gook, my Buddhahead, my Guinea, my Spic, my Kike, (recent) my Beaner? Does it grate a little? If not, do you know someone who might not share your attitude?

It is difficult to find a slur for whites that carries the same punch as nigger. By becoming white, those ethnics who look more like the dominant group eventually became white. Hunky or honky no longer packed a punch. Even Jews thought, and think, they were white. It only takes a second to be disabused of that notion when faced with real crackers who think the kikes are out to replace them.

We are all color struck. We are overly concerned with the color of another’s skin because to be anything other than a variation of pink is to be diminished in the world. We don’t talk about slavery. We don’t talk about Jim Crow. We don’t talk about the Trail of Tears. We don’t talk about segregation, an active factor in our lives today. Why are we all color struck, especially those who come here from other countries where there may or may not be a racial history of torture and abuse? Loss of cultural and historical memory? Loss of self-awareness? Loss of our humanity? For certain, it is because we have been taught to be conscious of color, particularly for purposes of differentiation and separation.

We need to speak to one another in the way we wish to be addressed. Don’t come @ me with your nigger speak. I really will bust you in your mouth, with love, and dare you to call the police. Since you don’t see color, you won’t be able to give a credible description and I will go on my way, hoping I taught you something of value.

AS · Bad Faith · Building Contractor Scam · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Economic Anger · Health and wellness · Homeownership · Insurance · Insurance Scam · Sociology · trauma

Caught on to the Mad Movida that is Fraud and Grand Theft by Safeco Insurance and Protech Construction

One of the crimes commited here is conspiracy to commit fraud. Then, there is the grand theft. Corruption of government inspectors may be involved as no building permits exist and code violations continue in effect. From the time Kent Stiles took over the handling of this claim from Trevor Haaswyk, the intention was to defraud, plunder the claim for as much money as possible.

I am so sure I am not the only one who has been victimized by these thieves.

Stiles manages the paperwork. He creates, alters, and otherwise manipulates documents to fit the needs of the time, whatever is needed to facilitate theft. His field adjuster, Nahal Mazandarani, was sent out to gain my confidence, survey the site, and act as if the lack of a foundation under my house was a thing significant enough to warrant the complete demolition and rebuilding of my house and storage shed, even though there was no structural damage done to the storage shed. All destruction, including the cutting down of my healthy, fruit-bearing, 31-year-old lemon tree and the decimation of all of things planted to support pollinators and clear the air around my property,  following from there being no foundation was blamed on Building and Safety inspectors.

Somehow, Protech managed to rebuild this house with plans for repair, regardless of my complaints. It is no wonder I am now short 8 sq ft from my house, according to the company that came out and measured the objects on the lot to provide me with a premium based on the property standing here now, not my 1923 Rambler. Neither Protech nor Safeco notified anyone that this house and shed had been rebuilt. As this work was considered complete in December 2017, when it was abandoned by Protech and my family and I were forced in,  I think the rebuild was never going to be reported. Plunder access point number one.

Tactics to which I was subjected during the commission of this fraud included bullying, gaslighting, lying, and stalling. Stall for time, drag it out. I was given an estimate of 3-6 months to complete the project. Why was I out of my home for 18 months, not counting hotel time? Protech invalidated their own contract by not completing my home within the estimated time frame. It didn’t matter how many complaints I lodged; they had a plan and were sticking to it. The crime is in the plan and the sloppy execution.

The second plunder access point was the $165K in personal property monies that went untouched throughout the claim. I didn’t save the insurance company any money, that’s certain. You’d think they’d care to know how these schmucks not only robbed me, but also them. When I complained to Stiles that the items for which he was being asked by the contractor to pay were nowhere in this house, he told me to file a police report if I thought things had been stolen from the site. He then made the police report disappear by giving the report to another adjuster, telling him to process it as a fresh theft claim. Stiles previously told me that he wouldn’t pay for the items I said were missing, but he sent the police report number and a list made up of items he told me were not covered to the new adjuster. That adjuster processed this new theft claim, charged me another deductible, and poof! the police report with Grand Theft on the cover, that details $75K worth of nonexistent items vanishes as a closed claim.

Because the relationship between adjuster and contractor is confidential, they can accomplish all sorts of tricks with no oversight. It is as if the relationship is sacrosanct. It is because of the nature of the relationship that Stiles and Paglia have likely done this job of work several times over the last 16 years. I know I am not the only victim, but I may be the only one to have realized what was happening and alerted one agency when the estimated 6 months of being out of my home was exceeded. Had to stick it out to the bitter end to really see what was going on. I am 7 months past the time I should have been talking about this, but it is only now that I am receiving paperwork from the Assessor’s Office and Safeco regarding premium renewal that I can see, clearly, how Stiles pencilwhipped me and my complaints out of existence.

My home is smaller and there are many things wrong with it that will necessitate tearing this mess down and starting again, this time with the proper documentation and proper procedures followed. Now, there is an investigation into fake inspections because not one building permit exists for this horribly rebuilt house. No building permits, no warrantys, no invoices, no receipts, except for fabricated ones. Nor were there supposed to be any. It was supposed to look as if Protech was only recently hired on to correct errors for which some other contractor was responsible.

I have 6 estimates for the same job. None of the final numbers match. I was asking for the return of the $80K Safeco paid Protech on my birthday, but I realized I must ask for much more because there is so much that must be corrected and paid for.

I entered into this contract in good faith, and have been treated nothing but badly. I am looking for justice for all of us who have been duped by these scoundrels.

 

 

 

AS · Bad Faith · Community · Health and wellness · observations · social observation · trauma

What is Wrong with US?

Are we really all racists? Are we all irresponsible? Are we all trying to die? From opioids to laundry pods, are we really this stupid?

I can’t watch the news unless it comes from someplace outside of America. I am sick of being exposed, on the daily, to the lies, misdirection, and hatred coming from the top. I don’t want to see that ugly man’s face, but it is plastered everywhere. I can’t use social media because he is everywhere there. He gets way too much publicity. Is this all a ratings race? Who is winning because it certainly is not the public, who is exposed to “information” we cannot trust the truth of, nor can we believe.

An orange ass, who has done nothing in his life but lie and cheat, has no right to be in office. He has no right to expose me to his ignorance.

Is money the only thing that matters in this country? Being stupid certainly seems to be the movida of the hour. Eating laundry pods? How are people being raised nowadays? Where is the sense?

My son tells me that people now have pet children. They have a child, children, but fail to parent them. Single mothers look for mates, children in tow, rather than parenting the children presently in the world. Children have smartphones and tablets to babysit them before they can talk. No wonder they are sexting at age 8. What happened to childhood? What happened to responsible parenting?

The airways are full of the lowest of the low in terms of showing us what behavior is extant. Incest, hatred, murder, bigotry, jealousy. Every day we are exposed to the most negative, loathesome, debilitating, demoralizing behavior. Is this what we are expected to become? I have never seen upright behavior spurred by constant exposure to nastiness.

Like the little dog I saw in my twitter feed. He’d been abused all his life and cried when touched gently. It took a handler a while to calm the poor animal, but she broke through by showing patience, gentleness, kindness. Eventually the wee beastie stopped crying, relaxed and was able to begin responding in kind. It didn’t take long, but exposure to something other than the abuse he’d experienced was required for him to make a change.

I suspect our media is attempting to turn us all into mindless drones. Thoughtless, without empathy, stupid. I don’t like thinking this way, but I am continuously shown this behavior, encounter this behavior in the world, where I know I cannot trust anyone’s word, where I expect the worst and always receive it.

I wasn’t always like this. I was once an optimist. My son says I still live in fantasyland because I want to believe in people. It is getting more difficult to stay in fantasyland, though. I have been robbed, cheated, lied to more often in the past two years than at any time in my life. Confronted with the unending hubris of humankind, I am stunned by how far we seem to have fallen in the US.

Completely distressed.

AS · Bad Faith · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Health and wellness · Homeownership · Insurance · trauma

SAFECO INSURANCE BAD FAITH

I have to get this down before memory fails because it seems to me that Safeco Insurance is attempting to cover up their bad faith.

After asking my adjuster a question about the funds remaining in my claim and a question about the engineering firm that drew faulty plans, she did not communicate with me for 2.5 months. When I heard from her, indirectly through the temporary housing agency, it was to cancel my housing and tell me my home was ready to move in.

In August 2016, I was given an estimate of three months for completion of the rebuild of my house and storage shed. The plans were drawn by engineers from Powell and Associates. They made a major error when drawing the plans in that they completely missed the orientation of my lot. My lot lays like this: \ \, not straight the way they drew it. Also, they did not account for all of my landscaping, which was purposely planted and cultivated to attract pollinators and to help my asthmatic family breathe.

18 months later, Safeco Insurance is trying to force me into a home that has not been signed off on by the County, that had no utilities on, where none of my appliances have been returned from storage. My adjuster sent me into a property that had an open trench, downed power lines, and mounds of soil in both the front and back yards. There is only one entrance, and to enter required stepping over a palette and a plywood step. And then, she played the victim because I asked if she was on drugs. Her actions indicated to me that she was either mad or on drugs. This is part of her gaslighting routine. All through this claim process, she has either downplayed my concerns, ignored them outright, or told me they were not important. Her victim missive completely forgets to mention she sent me into a home that was not ready. She tried to cover by saying she reinspected the property, after she shut down the project (abandoned it), and discovered there were still things that needed done outside. Inspection should have happened before ending my housing and telling me to move in.

I have no idea who to trust or talk with about this problem that has existed since the beginning of the claims process. I now trust no one associated with this project, save my contractor, who is the literal man in the middle.  He is being asked if the house is “livable.” It cannot be livable if there are no appliances and no utilities, yet I am being pressured to move in. Why? Perhaps because we are long past the completion estimate of 3 months.

I feel I have been set up to appear uncooperative. If the claimant is uncooperative, work can be stopped. I think this is what is happening, but I can’t prove it. There is no effort on the part of anyone associated with this claim to own that I was sent into an incomplete house without a certificate of occupancy, without utilities. And when I asked if my adjuster was on drugs, I was told that sort of accusation would not be tolerated. But I am supposed to tolerate the abuse I’ve endured for two years, including the decimation of my landscaping and the ignoring of my complaints that something was wrong with the plans from the very beginning.

This looks and feels like bad faith.