It is a really sad day when police, suppose to be investigating my rape, looked at the photograph above, from my rape, and discarded it like it was nothing. This is gay bashing art, when that becomes something that society looks at with indifference, then we need to look at the artist that took this picture. Want to know how it came about? Tonight I'm going to tell you.
There are two reasons why I know that Lori LaFond and Brian, her brother are responsible for this picture of my face being punched and the way that they both delivered it; through the U.S. Mail. One thing that I'd like to point out is that this idea of sending photos in the mail as postcards comes from two different places in my life. This is something that ONLY Lori would know from her decades of stalking me.
I'd like to point out that if this was a still shot from the Rodney King beating video, it would have had a lot more significance for the PSPD. There really isn't much difference. In Rodney's case, someone captured that historical video from a distance and wasn't involved in the crime. In my case, this is a photograph taken on the morning of the rape by one of the rapists, while the other rapist put his fist in my face. The funny thing is this, the artist says she's a woman, "Sunny McNair", but the fist is male, so the female must have taken the picture herself.
Before I tell you the compelling story about where Lori and Brian got this idea to send me a black and white photograph in the mail as a postcard, I'd like to remind all of you that the other artist listed is "Steven Arnold" a famous photographer from the Salvador Dali era that died of AIDS. This man is one of the finest photographers of that era of HIV and is a complete mocking of who he was to be used in something as filthy as this by the rapist that transmits AIDS during rapes where she photographs the victims. I am sure that Mr. Arnold was also a friend of two local celebrities that have also had things stolen from them in the past. Lori learned of Steven Arnold when she stole his coffee table book and wanted to legitimize her art. He was dead when this photo was delivered in the mail as was not, obviously a contributor to the photo.
Lori often uses literary references when she wants to sound smart. "Sir Steinbeck", "Emmanuel Poe" and other names stand out in our crime. Lori isn't what we would call original, she's a thought plagiarizing mess. What I mean by this is that she uses this system to create stories from my life and others to weave together a crime photo that isn't what she told the police it was. That is my face in that photo...I know it for a fact. Don't you know your own face in a picture? I do. I didn't pose for it either. This was taken while I was being beaten senseless as the photo makes fun of.
Lori likes to humiliate her victims. I should know, she spends all night and day trying to recall things that she has done to me to "make herself feel better". This photo represents decades of Lori LaFond trying to find someone/anyone to hit me in the face. She finally got her chance the morning she left Jonathan Mendenhall at her apartment to join her brother at Steven Frey's home to attempt to kill me. Many people have been contacted by Lori, including police officers, (see "beekeeper video") to hurt me physically for some fantasy she has about hurting me.
So where did Lori and Brian LaFond get this idea to "make a postcard" and send it to my home? It comes from a long history of stalking me and knowing things about what one postcard, in particular, did to my life.
Assuming that in 1987 when I was raped and infected while knocked out at my friend Roger's home, Lori was living right across the street. Incidentally, I also introduced Steven Frey to Roger and all three were then implanted and infected with HIV. This means that by the time I enrolled in my black and white photography class in college, Lori had spent many years following me. My then girlfriend, Jacquie Smith, was also taking photography too. I've already posted some of her work on here. Lori is insanely jealous of Jacquie because she was my girlfriend. She was contacted by both Lori and her brother many times over the years. Lori even coaxed Jacquie's maid of honor to move into a home directly across the street from me when I moved in with my boyfriend in North Park, San Diego. Yes, Lori and Brian are this consumed with having people follow me.
Lori once sent both this maid of honor, Elaine, and her husband, Ashok, to my apartment one night while I wasn't there to snoop through my bathroom to look for drugs. The pair then reported back to Lori about what they found. This is long before I knew anything about Lori and Brian LaFond following me. The siblings did this again with my friend Bret Philpot when I was staying with him. They planted drug paraphernalia where he could find it then he laid it out as if to confront me with it. What you see with Lori is a constant revisiting of the past events that she loved doing to me. This is scary knowing that one event was a shooting and the other was a gay bashing with photos.
Bear in mind that Lori does not know Elaine or Ashok personally. I had for many years because of my girlfriend and because of the fraternity life I had when Ashok was in college with me.
At any rate, I was in black and white photography and had my final assignment due. I liked to come out to Joshua Tree and take pictures of the odd plants and rocks. The photos that I took were great, but when my photo professor, Uta Barth, saw the preliminary pictures, she said, "These are great, they look like a postcard." Although that sounds like praise, in photography it means, they are contrived and ordinary. I took her advice and went home to colorize them and turn them into "postcard" which I mailed to her as my final project. This was both amusing and funny. I'd taken the ordinary and used them to make a project that utilized their contrived nature. I got an "A" in the class. So black and white photography, turned into mailable postcards came from me. I had good success with them and can verify this story through my girlfriend, Jacquie.
The second part of this "Perspectives" threat came from a situation just before my shooting in San Diego. This was the period where Brian LaFond was stalking me for his sister and had people following me everywhere. Lori even called my boss and told him she had people following me everywhere. What he may or may not have known was that these people were not law enforcement, they were gang stalkers that were following me to find out my schedule to set up the shooting.
While I was living down town, I had a boyfriend, John Payne, he was a brilliant cartoonist and loved to draw. He was also being stalked by Brian LaFond. John would go on Adam4adam.com and Brian would pretend to be "BlancoDiablo" a man that will figure into our story later. John showed me his ad and I told him that I'd met him but there was something odd about him. We didn't meet up with him. In the meantime, Brian would continue to follow me to work out my schedule, but he would go to John's apartment and stare at John though an alley way window.
As we were closing in on the date of my shooting, John was gone to New Mexico and he drew me a postcard that he sent to me in the mail. Now I won't call this postcard a "Dear Kevin" letter, but the drawing on it was very clear that it was. John drew a caricature of himself looking at a wall that was graffiti-ed with lots of stuff that he and I had done together. There were references to lots of stuff, but, the one thing that I saw were the cities of Albuquerque then San Diego and finally Portland. Since I was never in Portland with John and I knew he was originally slated to move there...I put one and one together and figured that he was getting ready to move. I was upset and kinda hurt, but Lori loved watching as this postcard broke my heart. Lori would later steal this postcard drawing which I framed and loved very much.
It wasn't long after that Brian called off the gang stalkers one night and he laid in wait in a silver truck with a shell on the back until I came home from a friend's home. John and I had just broken up so this was the perfect time for Brian to try to "get to know" John. When I got near my street, Brian pulled out a handgun from the back of the shell and shot through the driver's side of my car window. It missed my head by five or so inches and ricocheted inside the door frame where the police found it.
Incidentally, the "Dear Kevin" postcard, was extremely sentimental to me, so I framed it and told people about it whenever they would comment. This framed postcard was stolen from me just prior to the postcard that Lori and Brian made at the rape. So what it appears to me to be is a case of Lori and Brian stealing something sentimental to me, then creating something just like it with the rape photo that they took.
So what you have now are two things, you have me making postcards out of black and white photos and sending them in the mail AND you have a home made postcard that the person that hurt me the most (at the time) had drawn and sent me in the mail to devastation. This gave Lori an idea for the photos that she took at my rape.
This is the "Perspectives" photo from that rape too. You see the one above, but this is the other.
You can see from this photo that one of my eyes is closed and the other is looking out of the corner of my eye at someone without much happiness. This is my face and so is the one on the postcard above.
Let me tell you something else. Lori did know where I was living when this postcard was sent to that home. She told Bryan Anderson that herself. The postcard was addressed to Kendrick Davis, my then roommate that Lori and Brian LaFond told to fake a fight so Lori could send Bryan over and look for drugs. This postcard on top was mailed just after Bryan Anderson visited that home to stop the fake fight. I filed a complaint against him for that situation. Kendrick Davis and his boyfriend Angel, then moved into the same apartment complex, LaPalme as Lori lived in. They will both tell you that she treated them, as well as Brian, like slaves.
No getting out of this one Lori.
