I realized tonight that I haven't spoken about why I do this blog this way in a very long time.
This blog is FOR YOU, the parent or loved one of a victim of a crime that doesn't get nearly as much attention as it should. I always admit that I wouldn't have believed me before I started hearing the voices that answered to my thinking. I would have written me off as a screwball or something, but that was before. Now, I know, after many years of research and talking to the victims, my friends, that this is a real scientific thing. Electronic harassment is like a cell phone call that the victim can't turn off or hang up. The threats are real. The bullets are real. The broken skull is real. HIV infection is real, but the criminal appears as a ghost.
The number one question that parents and victims have is: Who is the girl? They want to know. It's as normal as normal can be. On this blog I try to give you an idea of how to keep an eye out for this crime, what to do to protect yourself and your online identity, what the earmarks of the criminal are...and yes, I give you the name that was told to me by someone that was forced to be near her. This isn't a witch hunt, it has been many years in coming. You can't portray an investigation as a witch hunt when all the evidence leads to the person I was told it was. I have a small but memorable history with her. We were never friends.
When all the lines of communication were taken away because of this crime, I had to find a place to put the information that she couldn't erase, forward or delete. There is no better place to talk about this crime then the place where this crime occurs. It's the internet and cell phone systems that are used to create this crime. It is the internet and cell phone systems that will stop it.
This is the opportunity that my parents were never given to understand how their college educated son went from Department of Justice agent to who I am now. It's important to note that all of my friends have enjoyed success until they came to Palm Springs. Once here, their lives were torn apart.
