I Am Telling - Holding Corporations, Politicians, Professionals, and Bureaucrats Accountable

A few years back, when the Internet was still young, before social networking sites, before blogs were being taken seriously, my mentally disabled little sister, was being harassed by her neighbors - who just happened to be the mayor of the small town in Central Illinois where my sister lived at the time.

My little sister is disabled, due to a brutal attack and rape about ten years ago. I won't go into the details, but needless to say she has issues brought on by PTSD, and has debilitating social anxiety - she is horrified by strangers, so it is difficult to get her to leave the house for anything, even necessities - you know, like groceries. She is quiet, avoids confrontation at all costs, and is about as threatening as a glass of milk.

After hearing repeatedly from my sister about the stalking, and intimidation, and threats she was receiving from the mayor and his wife and spending hours upon hours on the phone with her, trying to convince her it was safe to go outside and get groceries, I went all "older brother" and tried talking to the mayor and his wife. In a display of outrageously selfish and immature behavior, the mayor and his wife refused to do anything but yell about how they hated my sister and wanted her gone from the neighborhood. They refused to give me any specific reasons for their hatred, other than the mayor's wife finally shouting at me that she did not want "one of those people" living next door.

Soon after my attempt to make peace for my sister, the mayor started sending the police chief (his brother-in-law) by my sister's rented house to knock on her door, ask to search the house at 2 A.M., pull her over if she drove anywhere - and so on. My wife and I decided to spend the night with her, parking around the corner from her house and entering in the back. Sure enough, around 2:30 A.M. we were awakened by someone pounding on the door, with another person shining a flashlight through the living room windows.

I opened the door to find the police chief staring at me. He was quite shocked when I asked him to explain what the hell he was doing. He weakly stammered that he had received a report of shouting and glass breaking. I told him he was full of shit, that nothing of the sort had occurred here, that I had called the state Police (my wife was on the phone with them as I said it), and that he and his lackey needed to leave immediately and not come back.

The State Police never showed up at my sister's house - they told us it was not their jurisdiction (I kid you not), and that if we had concerns, we should contact a lawyer.

So I did. The lawyer I hired charged me $2500 as a retainer. He promised to write letters, to investigate, to file a harassment suit against the mayor and the chief of police, and to get justice for my sister, a woman victimized, left permanently scarred and broken, who could not fight for herself if her life depended on it.

After two months, the lawyer had produced - nothing. After four months, he sent me a bill for another $2500.

So I went to see him. I asked him to show me his work - all of the letters, the phone calls, the notes he had written, the case file.

He had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

So I told him I wanted my money back. He refused, and kicked me out of the office. I received a letter from him a couple of days later telling me he quit the case, and I was never to contact him again in any way at all.

I had paid him with Visa, so I filed a chargeback for the money, including all of the letters I had sent for him asking for updates, phone records, etc.

I lost the chargeback, and he got to keep the money - for literally doing nothing at all.

So I turned him in to the Illinois Department of Professional Regulation (IDPR) - Illinois' disciplinary body for attorneys.

The IDPR investigator called me - one time. He told me that the lawyer I filed my complaint against was a personal friend of his - their offices were across the street from each other, and they had lunch often, and "Fred" would never do what I accused him of doing. The IDPR sent me a letter a week later telling me they had dropped the case for being "unfounded."

So I turned him in for fraud to the Attorney General. After five months, the Attorney General's office finally wrote me back - they never called me, they never asked for follow up information - and told me my case lacked "sufficient evidence" to support a fraud claim.

So many people got away with doing harm - to my sister, to me and my wife. And for all of these people, they did what they did, and there were NO consequences to any of them. None, zip, nada.

The cops did nothing. The State did nothing. And my sister was left traumatized (we moved her away after that, though she remains terrified of the police), and I was left poorer, and completely disillusioned...

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It was after I'd fought the final battle for justice for my sister - and lost - that I conceived this website.

My hope is that over time, we'll begin to see a true history emerge of regulatory and law enforcement agencies that don't care about you and I, of crooked banks and corporations, of unscrupulous licensed professionals, or any other abusers of the system who have no moral compass - and no accountability.

Come on - let's get to work. Let's expose these people. Let's tell on them.