George Zander: A Hate Crime Against An Advocate And His Husband...In Palm Springs, California

George Zander passed away yesterday after an attack in Palm Springs, California on himself and his husband coming out of Hunter's nightclub.  It is unclear if George died from any of the injuries that he suffered and I just wanted to acknowledge an LGBT leader whom suffered a "hate crime" just before the end of his life.  George will be missed...
How can I do this without sounding really bitter and callous?  If you watch the interview above you will see George and Chris whom are obviously not victims of electronic harassment in our area.   Their Polyanaish view of Palm Springs, California is echoed by U.S. Rep. Dr. Raul Ruiz and Mayor Steve Pougnet just goes to show you that our community is seriously out of touch.  I don't tolerate "hate crimes" on any level, but folks I was literally almost beaten to death and sodomized in a friend's home a quarter mile from police headquarters and the police did absolutely nothing for me...less than that.   I am a victim of the worst hate crime in the country...in Palm Springs, California where there are more gay male victims of this crime than any other place in the United States, possibly the world.  The police have these devices inside of them as well but gave their consent, however uninformed.  
I am one of the hundreds of men that has one of these devices that the police are aware of that didn't consent.  Day and night I am harassed.  When the police had the chance to catch my rapists, my two detectives took the side of the rapist and let them go.  When there was enough evidence to sustain two gay men come in and give their DNA for comparison, the police told me they were on to something...that I was "right on the money".  When the pair didn't match, there suddenly was nothing else the police could or would do for me.  You've seen how badly damaged my skull was on the right hand side of the page?  How could they have enough evidence to warrant DNA swabs of gay men but not of Laurie and Brian???
I see that Det.Stephanie Campbell is assigned to this hate crime.  That's a really good thing.  She's professional, smart and comes from a police background.  It is also much more sensitive for a female to handle the crime against the Zanders.  She also knew something was "going on" at Steven Frey's home, she told me that once when she stopped and searched me.  She was professional and I appreciated it.  So many of the PSPD officers aren't professional at all.
I look at the comments made by Steve Pougnet whom sits on the City Council about a half mile from where I was raped and he was contacted by the ACLU, he did nothing for me.  The police went on the news and told the entire valley that Kevin Bond has "mental issues".  They didn't say anything like that when I was beaten and broken.  This is eight years ago and the police gave up everything on my case.  As was the case for me, Gay Pride was going on when the Zanders' were beaten, they went on the news and warned people...that was heroic.  I did the same and I had "mental issues" and the police weren't investigating "any rape", as if I'd lied to them.
The cop, that finally took my report told me, "so what you are telling me is that they fucked your ass with a Coke bottle?"  Which is like telling Chris Zander that the guy that beat him with a bottle to the head was, "giving his bottle a blowjob".  I told the cop that I was knocked unconscious in a home where GHB was being sold. I woke up bleeding and my head broken and a bloody Coke bottle was at the scene...where he got "fucked your ass with a Coke bottle" I'll never know.
The incident can be read about here.
What I live with is the constant talking by my rapists.  One or both raped me when I was 19 and gave me HIV in 1987.  Twenty seven years later, they are still raping me every single day of my life...and the police didn't even apologize.  I doubt that Chris Zander is going to be followed by his aggressors in "Gay Mecca".  This just goes to show you that there are two classes of gay men in Palm Springs, those that matter and those that don't.  Those that matter get sympathy from the U.S. Representative Dr. Ruiz and the Mayor of Palm Springs, whom I appeared at a meeting before.  The rest of us are what pay the bills at the police department.  The more they arrest us and jail us, the more funding comes in.  It's the dirty side of Palm Springs, California.  It is extremely frustrating to know that nobody on my team has contacted the mayor or Dr. Ruiz...or even the city attorney, but you know what is worse?
Not one single member of the Palm Springs Police Department has ever said one kind word to me in person or over the phone.  NOT ONE FUCKING OFFICER.  I've bled for this case.  I've been shot at, bludgeoned, stalked and infected since before I ever had sex.  Their choice to cut me loose in favor of the rapists that have stalked me for over twenty seven years is fucking unbelievable.  Even more unbelievable is the length of time my team is taking when I damn well need this to end and deserve it more than anyone.  It's beyond insensitive, it's downright disgusting on all levels.  If anything had been done on my level, this case would be over.  I've got so many ways to put Laurie in jail now that it's ridiculous, so why am I the one still alone and threatened.  I've taken the worst beating of all of you...and you leave me for last.
I doubt that I would ever live in Palm Springs, California again.  I hate it there.  The police, the hospital, the hundreds of zombies created by Laurie....it's like living to die.  I'm wondering how these cops sleep at night knowing what they did to me.  Then I am wondering what they are going to be like when Laurie starts stealing from them.
I have a feeling that Steven Frey feels this way too.  I'm just wondering if he told them that Laurie and Brian were the ones breaking into his home when he was there and when he wasn't.
I left a significant job to pursue the people that were stalking me.  It was the only way I could get and stay sober for certain.  I did what I did to save my friends from being followed and hurt.  I couldn't allow whomever it was that hated me so much become part of their life...so I set forth my plan.  I knew where this was the worst...and came back the place I hate most.  Palm Springs.  I did it to stop what was happening and found out that it centered around me partly.  When that happened I learned how to set up and outsmart these criminals, better than any cop could have.  For that, I've not seen any of my friends in five years.  No boyfriend in six.  No contact with anyone and nothing done on my case at all.  It's not a cold case, it's frozen.  What kind of police department thinks a gay man cries rape more than a straight man?   Coming forward was brave not an opportunity for them to treat me like shit again.  This is what the second tier gays get.   They get screwed.
Christopher is a second tier gay...although higher than I am with this technology because learning about it keeps him away from me.  His arrest involving a woman whose name was stolen from my cat, "Molly Bondhus", the only witness, lied.  It's clear from his mugshot.  Second tier got him a year and a half in jail only to come out with more warrants than he went in with...for traffic violations...more ambush warrants.
So when I see and hear George and Chris Zander talk about the swiftness of justice and their harrowing experience, I just wonder what it took for them to get the good cops instead of the assholes?  They act like they are shocked that something "hate crime-ish" could happen in Palm Springs and I can't imagine a Palm Springs without them.  Everyday in Palm Springs is a hate crime for the electronically harassed.  We hear our rapist tell us that we aren't doing enough for her.  We aren't going where we should.  We can't even sustain jobs without her getting involved.  We are the coal that makes that fucking police department's fires burn.  Expendable and forgettable.  
Second tier gay men don't get to work.  They don't get to party either.   They just exist as hosts for Laurie and Brian to steal from, take medications and prescriptions from, provide clothing for, food.  Like living breathing hosts.  Diseased to the point of needing medication, but not safe enough from the police to keep it from being stolen. The second tier provided Rae Fernandez with a lot of arrests, promotional amounts then she broke bad and put together her own terrible sting operation...I told you she wasn't professional years ago.
The death of the gay community in Palm Springs is a slow and arduous one.  It's like coming back to the tiny hometown that I live in now.  Talent wasted.  Potential unreached and I'm still being followed by that bully that tried to have druggie boys beat me up in high school.  I want to leave here more that I did in high school.  It's getting to the point where I look around and think, there's really nothing for me here.  I still haven't had a conversation more than 5 minutes long in at least 6 years.  There's nobody here to talk to.  Laurie and her sister ruined my best friendship with my lifelong friend and we barely see each other.  The rest of these people have heard Laurie talk about me for twenty five years, I'm not about to go to every one and explain that she was lying. If they can't tell, then I don't care.  This is actually much worse than high school, but the danger still exists.  Half a mile down the street is my attacker, the shooter, the rapist, the one that got away with everything...looking for another humiliation.
I know you all think that my team is awesome, and they are, but when it came to me, they seriously dropped the ball.  I'm a social person.  I now live in a cave.  I sleep all the time.  I can't workout because Laurie called my gym.  I can't run because I'm afraid I'll get shot.  I can only spend brief amounts of time with my family or Laurie will learn too much.  I can only watch so much television.  My talents are totally wasted here.  There is so much more to do.  I use to get angry at this team for taking over an investigation that I hand plotted and fed to them.  Now I just figure that nothing will happen.   They all have each other to rely on for emotional support and I'm still dealing with the "remember when you did too many drugs" parents that Laurie helped to create.  It's a real downer. 
I am happy that the news media picked up the hate crime story.  That's the kind of thing that is important for the community and I've been lucky to work with Nathan Baca and Angela Monroe on some good news stories.  Angela's story on electronic harassment has been seen all over the world and I still miss my buddy Randy Ringger whom passed away after the broadcast.  This crime has nothing to do with "Lisa" however...
There is no end in sight, it just keeps going on and on and on...and it keeps getting worse and worse and worse.  I can't tell you how many family members keep asking me "when is your project going to go?"  The answer is when someone else makes it.  Until then it's life on the second tier, trying to keep from being killed because you know these police would never let Laurie be responsible....even if she was.
That Bryan Reyes fucker should have the worst Christmas ever...he got a promotion. This is the crime that YOU let go...you are the king asshole of all assholes Bryan Reyes...I hope you can live with yourself:

Det. Browning...idiot...did nothing.
As for the rest of you, I don't know why you decided to starve me out but it certainly is not a good idea.  Why take the most valuable player out of the game?  I refuse to understand anything...time for bed.  Worthless tonight.