Today I wrote a letter to my congress critter outlining how their insane laws have impacted my life. If you have never done this before, I highly
recommend it. I do not know what impact it will have, but at least they will know what they have done. Here is the letter I sent to my congress
critter from North Carolina, Maryland, Congressman Ron Paul, the Governor of North Carolina and the President of the United States:
To: Whom it may concern
From: Citizen in Exile
Subj: UNJUST LAWS LEADING TO MY EXILE
My name is XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. and I am writing in concern to the state of exile the current justice system and its unjust laws have forced me into.
To better understand my situation I will begin with a brief history of myself.
In 1992 I joined the United Stated Marine Corps fresh out of high school at the age of 17. Serving my country was a goal I had to fight for having
been born blind in one eye. I was extremely patriotic at this young age due to the education I had received at the Maryland Boy's State hosted by the
American Legion in 1991. Despite numerous denials due to having sight in only one eye, I eventually found a recruiter who was willing to give me the
opportunity to serve that I so eagerly craved. I served 14 years in the Marine Corps with one combat tour to Djibouti, Africa. After 14 years I left
the service because I had developed arthritis in my feet, knees, hips, and hands. The pain of the arthritis made the performance of my duties
difficult, and though they were still within keeping of military standards, were below my personal standards as a United States Marine. On separation
from service I filled for disability for my arthritis and loss of hearing. The arthritis was denied, but I was approved for a 10 percent disability
for my tinnitus (ringing in the ears). After my service in the Marine Corps I remained in Jacksonville, NC where I could continue to serve the men and
women in uniform outside Camp Lejeune.
I decided to get my real estate license and assist my brothers and sisters-at-arms with their housing
needs. I achieved this goal in August of 2006. While working as a Real Estate Broker I assisted many men and women in achieving their dream of home
ownership. I also taught for the city of Jacksonville a course on home ownership for underprivileged buyers. This was a voluntary service I performed
for the benefit of my community. As a real estate broker, I learned first hand how quickly money was being handed out to those
who would never be able to repay the loans over the long term, and at the detriment of my own livelihood, counseled many buyers on the dangers they
were putting themselves in by trying to obtain these easy loans. In short, I talked more people out of getting a home than I did into buying a home
when they were not prepared. As a result, I netted a mere $19,000.00 and fell behind on my own mortgage as a result. Seeing that the system was
unsustainable without compromising my own morals, I left the real estate practice after one year in business. During this brief tenure in the business
I had no health insurance but still had an enormous amount of pain associated with my arthritis. A friend recommended marijuana as an herbal remedy. I
tried it and found that it relieved the pain better than the prescription medicine Meloxicam, which I no longer had a prescription for anyway. So, I
became a regular user and my pain dissipated.
I was unemployed at my own expense (not drawing unemployment) from August of 2007 to November of 2007 when a member of my Mason Lodge recommended that
I apply for a position as a Network Security Manager position on Camp Lejeune. I applied for the position and found that a Secret clearance was
required for the job. Knowing that any use of marijuana would negate the security clearance I had from being in the Marines, I stopped using the drug.
I applied for the position and was quickly hired due to my clearance and military training. I excelled in this position and was quickly given two
promotions. The pain from my arthritis returned however and I soon found myself unable to sleep at night due to it. Over the counter medication did
nothing to relieve the pain so I turned to alcohol as a way to put me to sleep so that I could continue to perform as expected on the job.
Unfortunately, using alcohol as a pain remedy resulted in me not getting up and off to work on time. After several write ups for tardiness I was fired
in February of 2008. The day I was fired from my position aboard Camp Lejeune, applied for and was hired on as a Quality Control technician at a local
rock quarry. The work was far more physical than my last job and getting to work on time was the highest priority, so I quit drinking for my pain and
returned to smoking marijuana. Working at the rock quarry paid significantly less than my last job, but it paid enough to survive. I worked here until
February 2010 when we had a surprise urinalysis. Rather than waste my employers money on a urinalysis I knew I would fail, I informed him of my
situation. He assured me that if he had a choice in the matter, he would not fire me because I was an asset to the company handling many different job
titles outside my specific function. However, it was the law that I could not work while being unable to pass a urinalysis. So, I was firedfrom this
job as well. It did not matter much that I was fired as I could no longer really afford to work there any longer any way. With the rising cost of
living and the economic
crisis facing the country, I found myself having to violate several laws just to go to work. Just to make it to work I received a traffic citation for
driving on expired license plates which I could not afford to renew. Needing to work to support myself, I found another set of plates in a junk yard
and drove on them until I was caught again. When I tried to return my vehicle to my house this last time of getting caught driving on fictitious
plates, I was pulled over yet again, this time for driving on NO plates. All while simply trying to get to work so that I could make a meager
During this last job working at a rock quarry, I met a girl and we soon decided she should move in with me to make our financial lives a little
easier. Unbeknownst to me at the time, she had numerous mental disorders to include bi-polar and schizophrenia. Over time her condition became known
due to her wild outbursts and erratic behavior. Regardless, we did the best we could to keep our heads above water through these tough
times. One day in November of 2009 we had an argument. I left the house while she cooled down. When I returned she was calm enough to reason with and
we worked out our disagreement. While I was gone however, she called her sister afraid that I was leaving her. Her sister showed up to the house after
the situation was already diffused and began yelling and trying to escalate the situation after we had already settled it. I told her sister to leave
or I would have her arrested. She left, but while she was leaving she called the police and reported that I was growing marijuana in the house. Law
enforcement arrived and went through everything in my house. What they found was a couple of roaches and a bunch of seeds which her sister had thrown
on the kitchen floor. Because I had seeds, I was charged with manufacturing with intent to distribute, felony possession, and paraphernalia. The
charges were put on hold because the officers wanted to use me as an informant. In June of 2010 I could no longer deal with the erratic behavior of my
live in girl friend and ended our relationship. She left on a Thursday and I had figured it was the last I had seen of her. However, the following
Tuesday she arrived at my home with law enforcement. She had reported that I had beat her up and despite not having any injuries, her word was enough
to have me taken from my home. I appeared before a judge and was soon released when it was realized that they only arrested me based on someone with a
similar name in the system having a long history of assault charges. When I returned home, everything I owned of value was stolen by my former girl
friend. I promptly reported it to law enforcement but was told there was nothing they could do. At this point I had had enough with the corrupt and
unjust legal system in Onslow
County and decided to move back to my home town of Baltimore, Maryland. I reported the stolen property to my home owners insurance and received a
$5000.00 settlement. I took the money and paid everything I needed to to get my vehicle back on the road and legal. That cost me about $2000.00 as it
needed minor work done to pass the state safety inspection. The rest of the money I gave to random strangers who needed it. One was a cab driver whose
power had been turned off for the past two weeks. I gave him enough to get his power back on. I helped a homeless man get off the streets with his 11
year old boy. Social Services in Onslow County knows this well for I was interviewed as being the responsible party for helping him. There were others
who I helped with this money, but they were not known to me long enough to recount here. The day before I was due to leave for Baltimore I took one
last visit to Surf City with my dog. At one of the parking areas I became stuck in the sand and had to be pulled out by a passer-by. As I was being
pulled out, a police officer showed up to halt traffic. Once I was free he asked to run my license just to verify everything was good to go. I was
happy to oblige as I had just spent a lot of money and time to getting my vehicle situation legal again. When he ran my license it came back with an
order for my arrest issued that day. The charges for marijuana were finally followed through with in the system. So, I used what money I had left to
bail myself out of jail and my dog out of the pound and left for Maryland the next day.
Once in Maryland my first priority was finding a job. I soon landed a job at the local super market making $7.25 an hour. It wasn't much but it was a
start. After two weeks of working there I received a letter from NC Child Support services. They had informed my employer to begin withholding 65
percent of my pay for the back child support that had accumulated during my time being unemployed. After taxes, social security,
medicaid, and now this deduction, a weeks worth of work at the hours they could give me left me taking home a whopping $20.00 a week. It simply did
not pay to work. To add insult to injury, the courts of NC sent me another letter advising me that my license was suspended for not appearing in
court. Even though I had paid all my fines and paid all the costs to get my plates re-instated, I still failed to show up at court and show them
So, here I am a citizen in exile. I cannot travel to North Carolina from Maryland to appear in the courts to resolve my issues because I no longer
have a license to drive. I cannot work to make money to resolve these issues because I cannot drive. I have an order for my arrest and more coming
because I cannot make it to court to settle these matters because I cannot drive. I have lived my life to serve my country and my fellow
man. I have harmed NO ONE in my 36 years of living in this country and traveling the world. At one time I loved my country enough to give my life for
it. Now it returns the favor by sucking the very same life out of me. Though my country now regards me as a criminal, I see myself as a decent
American who has done the best he can, tried to live the best he could, and asked nothing from any one in return. My back is now against the
wall. I live off the charity of my family. I desire to walk as a man, free, and support myself. The system however, makes this all but impossible.
What is an American to dowhen he has been exiled in his own country?
Now this is just my opening salvo in what I expect to be a long drawn out battle. I intend to fight these issues every way I can. I know I am not
alone in the struggle to conform to an ever tightening web of laws. Therefore, I ask that if you have not done so, take the time to let YOUR
representative know how their mess is impacting YOUR life.
Find your Congress Critter here:
Contacting your Congress Critter
The next step is letter to the editors of various news papers.
Good luck in the fight my Brothers and Sisters.
edit on 22-11-2010 by IAMIAM because: (no reason given)