I can't imagine that the police actually would think we wouldn't notice. Three decades of rumors and disease that didn't make any sense because there wasn't any way to stop the police before they silenced a witness. What the police didn't do the diseases did. If all that didn't work some of our community just went missing altogether. Some parents never heard from their kid again. In most instance messages were left on a voicemail that Lori Jean LaFond kept on separate phones in her own apartment. More like "Oddities" the store in San Francisco, Lori's apartment was full of credit documents, bank statements, checks from people that weren't associated with that apartment...and the mail...oh the mail that came from all over the country.
We, the LGBTQ+ community knew. All of our friends would be sick, jailed, imprisoned, or put on warning in some DUI or Prop 36 class that cost us a fortune. People were literally drugged and arrested and didn't even know what happened. Some people fell asleep in their cars while driving in the middle of the street. Knocked out. Out cold. What happened next was unfair imprisonment and illegal contacts with the Commissioners that Lori had heard of...under the auspices of some "secret ops" type of gay removal. What you will learn about is nothing short of a holocaust. A silent and deadly removal of the life and families of the gay people that dared to live in this city. It wasn't horrible, that's too nice a word. They would lie in wait while Lori filled them in on some fantasy while she led police directly to where she'd planted drugs in a car or in a home. She plants, they arrest, we get a record, they get promoted....and the cycle lasted for over thirty five years. Of course we noticed. Just like a black community notices these things. While the police in black cases are involved in all kinds of lies, we are subjected to humiliation more than beat downs, but that wasn't uncommon either.
Some men were shot in the parking lot of the Big 5 Sporting Goods store on nothing more than merely the word of Lori Jean LaFond. She spied on me that day and I was asked to drive my friend to pick up some new shoes. Not ammo, not to go and rob, no, just to pick up some new sneakers. Lori made up more lies and shoveled them to the cop she knew she could get to do anything for her.
Some men were led to the tarmac of the local airport after years of being tortured by the police and Lori pretending to be "Jessica" or "Lisa" or "Victoria" or "Sara", all different names, same personality, same parental issues and issues with her brother, same hatred for gay men, same need for constant companionship, same woman that was "in love with a Playboy stripper named Missy, same woman that mocked us in the back of the police car or holding cell or courtroom. The same person that always tries to masturbate in front of pizza delivery boys. The same person that contacted all the neighbors and arranged to have innocent citizens stalked in numbers of cars that would never be used in law enforcement. Hundreds, maybe thousands of pedestrian stalkers that think they are working for the PSPD or other law enforcement agencies. Playing with phones makes Lori seem legit, but the requests are always beyond the law or professional. It's stalking on steroids...it's a long slow homicide.
