Soon to be released in a novel titled: A Yankees Oedipus Rex Retirement Tragedy in Cary NC
Chapter One
In the year I turned 62, (15 years ago, and it still haunts and affects my life every day), the night before I was going to the Cary NC police station to get help for my drug addict daughter after she stole prescription drugs from my house my doorbell rang at 9:30 pm, in the house I had owned for the preceding 20 years. Three Cary Police forced their way inside my house (under the direction of the chief of police my wife’s good friend) as I answered the door after getting out of bed to check who it was. They did not tell me why they were there, did not read me my rights, didn’t show me a warrant, did not place me under arrest, or made any attempt to contact me first.
The three young Cary cops searched both levels of my house. When they were finished, they handcuffed my hands behind my back and dragged me outside then drove me around for the next two hours while my hands were restrained behind my back. I was taken to Holly Hill Psychiatric Hospital as the last stop. An emergency room doctor had to be called to give me an injection to lower my blood pressure, it exceeded the limits of the machine. The doctor told me I was lucky to be alive. I have not felt lucky to be alive since that day.
Despite having done nothing wrong, I was detained for fourteen days (involuntary commitment) in the mental ward of Holly-Hills Hospital without access to a phone. The only call I was able to make was the next day when I called my wife to help me get out and get me a lawyer, she told me this is the way things are going to work from now on and hung up.
In the four years before this occurred, my wife and I were residing in two different residences because we were able to afford it. The woman who at the time served as Cary’s Police Chief and my wife were very close friends. In the first two weeks of August, they always rented a house together at the beach, and they’ve done so ever since.
My wife needed time while I was confined for 14 days in a mental hospital to do something she had never done before, sell stock. She was not even aware of what company we used as a broker. She needed help and time to be able to sell all our long-term stock holdings and close our joint investment account. We didn’t have any plans or reasons to sell stock or close our joint investment account when this occurred.
Including in our long-term stock investments was the biggest investment I ever made in my life. After an oil-rich country took a large position in Advanced Micro Devices for $15 per share, a stock that I had been following for over three years, I made the largest investment in my life and purchased 26,500 shares of AMD stock at an average of $10.52 per share.
Along with our other long-term stock investments, my wife also sold our shares of AMD at $5.02 a share. On November 17, 2009, when I got out of Holly Hills Hospital to find my house trashed and all my gold jewelry and many of the things of value stolen, the AMD stock that we owned was up to 12 dollars a share, 2 dollars more than I paid for it. If my wife had not done what she did, we would have been up $54,000 on our $265,000 investment or 20% on that day. In 6 months we would have been up over 1 million dollars.
The current stock price for AMD the last time I looked at was $207 per share. I know the big institutional investment companies and banks made a fortune during that time by manipulating the price of stocks from my three years of experience working as a trading clerk on the floor of the NY stock exchange after I got out of the military.
The unlawful and unconstitutional actions that were committed against me when I was 62 years old by the Cary Police Department significantly changed the course of my life and the plans that I had made for the future. (My plans in 2009 were in a year or two was to sell my house and move to Amsterdam.) I did not file a complaint against the police at that time because I could not find a lawyer to defend me in a complaint against the Cary Police Department.
Since then, I have been haunted by the thought that if I had passed away that day, it would not have been in anyone’s best interest to have made the details public. A heart attack caused my death, and the obituary in the newspaper would have mentioned how wonderful a father I was to my two children and grandpa to my two grandchildren, as well as possibly mentioning my business career. It would have seemed odd if my obituary had included that I was an avid tennis player and runner.
Nine years after my first terrifying experience that changed my life, at the age of 71, in 2018, I had ANOTHER run-in with the unquestionably biased, prejudiced dirtbag Cary Police Department. The level of disrespect and disdain throughout this horror of six months was astounding. The harm brought on by the unlawful actions the Cary police had taken against me 9 years earlier were not even taken into consideration.
I had both unjust, terrible life events happen to me while I was a senior citizen. Since I’ve never heard of anything similar occurring to anybody else in my life, I finally filed a complaint against the Cary Police Department for both counts in 2018 without a lawyer, because once again I could not find a lawyer to defend me in a complaint against the Cary Police Department.
I’ve tried multiple times over the years to get legal help for my documented complaints against the Cary, North Carolina Police. I reached out for help to more than 50 attorneys and 12 elected officials to complain to the prejudiced NC Cary Police. But after realizing that neither hiring a lawyer nor getting help from elected officials was an option in North Carolina, I decided to go public with my complaint and created the website https://the-enlightened-whistleblower.com and the Twitter address
@TheEnli72119052
Based on the advice that I received in a letter from the North Carolina Department of Justice I mailed a 7-page document to the Wake County District Attorney’s Office outlining my two complaints against the Cary NC Police Department a few months ago. By how I presume like the majority of the more than 50 attorneys and 10 of the 12 elected officials who received my complaint against the Cary Police Department, my six-page letter to the Wake County District Attorney ended up in the same no-reply to garbage can. No lawyer in Wake County, regardless of how much money could be made, would defend a Yankee in a complaint against the Cary Police Department; it would be the end of their legal careers.
The two complaints I had made against the police were covered up with the “thank you letter” I got from the then Cary’s Chief of Police Tony Godwin on December 5. 2018. He told me he was not permitted by the police department statutes to provide me with any information regarding the Department’s investigations. The ‘Thank you Letter’ was for helping the Police Department improve.
Representative Julie von Haefen was the only elected official to respond to a six-page letter I sent to all 12 elected officials, aside from Attorney General Josh Stein, with some advice and knowledge that crimes were committed against me by the Cary Police. Julie von Haefen wrote, “Please accept my deepest sympathies for your suffering.”
To this day I still want to see the documents including the complaints filed against me in 2009. I also want to see if it was a judge or the Chief of Police who signed the orders to allow three Cary Police to drag me out of my house in handcuffs and drive me around for two hours and then to Holly-Hills Psychiatric Hospital where I was confined for 14 days against my will with no access to a phone.
I have proof of everything I said. How can you make something like this up? Even the News and Observer was not interested in my story. This would have not happened in NY or NJ the other states I lived in, because I had friends who were lawyers whom I spoke to about and would have loved to have defended me and would have greatly benefitted from this case financially.
Before I retired, I held a senior executive position with a manufacturing technology company in Cary North Carolina for 17 years and my W2 income the last year I worked in 2004 was $334,867,82. (How could anyone make this up.)
On November 1, 2009, while I was playing with my daughter’s then two and three-year-old children in my house, my daughter went into my bedroom closet and found a prescription drug; and stole 50 of the 56 pills in the bottle. I noticed the pills were missing shortly after she left my house. Knowing she would deny stealing the pills. I wrote her a letter and gave her two days to return the pills. In addition to all her other issues from being divorced after only two years of marriage, my daughter had a serious drug and alcohol problem, and I believed she was a danger to her children and herself.
When I wrote my daughter this letter, I truly believed it may have been the best action for me to take to get her some help she seriously needed. Around that period, several of my daughter’s friends told me they were concerned about her drug and alcohol issues. I still have their contact information. During that period, my daughter had a prescription for 90 mg of Adderall a day plus a prescription for Xanax from some Adderall doctor she had been seeing for over two years in Raleigh, in addition to taking many other drugs. Plus, she was drinking vodka out of a bottle.
I took the letter to my wife’s house which is two miles from my house where my daughter was living with her two children, but she was not there, but my wife was so I showed the letter to her, which made her very angry and she crumpled the letter up and threw it in my face.
My wife and I were not getting along well during this period, it was mostly about our daughter. My wife was the only person who knew our daughter and did not want to believe that she had a very serious drug and alcohol problem, even with the knowledge that drug use was the primary reason for her divorce, after only two years of marriage and having two children.
My wife finally found out, then had to deal with years of our daughter’s drug abuse, and two attempts of suicide, she was also in a serious car accident while high on drugs and was lucky she did not hurt her children, herself, or anyone else. She also had to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital several times in the years that followed related to serious mental breakdowns. She even finally lost custody of her two children. Both actions of both my wife and daughter and the total incompetence and complicity of the Cary police department prevented my daughter from getting the help that she needed, now it is too late. She is now a 46-year-old in poor mental and physical health who has no skills whatsoever and has been diagnosed as having a mental illness.
It was irresponsible for the Cary Police to have (at least) had someone from the Cary police department call me first to get a reading on my mood or frame of mind or hear my side of the story. They must have been aware that my daughter and her children were not in danger at the time of my illegal kidnapping. I did not even speak to my daughter since I gave the letter to my wife on November 1st. as explained above. In addition, there were no other prior issues that would have given the Cary police any concern (to believe) that I was a violent person; and could have been a danger to my daughter and her two young children. I have lived in the same house in Cary I was illegally arrested in 1988 and had no prior issues with the Cary police then.
I am not sure how many fathers can say this, I never hit or threatened either one of my children in their entire life, let alone my grandchildren who have never even seen me mad. When my children were young, my wife, who had a bad temper and out of anger, would hit the children on occasions that would cause us to argue.
I was held for fourteen days (involuntary commitment) in the psychiatric unit of Holly-Hills Hospital because of the very violent, cruel, and untrue allegations my daughter filed against me. These false allegations included not only concerns for her safety; but also, the safety of her children. My wife’s mother who I was very close to, always told me I was the best father she had ever known. I was also known by many of my children’s friends as being a wonderful and generous father to both of my children, and I helped several of their friends with summer jobs while they were in college in the technology company in Cary where I worked and held an executive position.
Everyone who knew us knows I always treated my daughter with love and exceptional kindness, and to this very day, I am still devastated by what she was able to do and had planned to do to me, which I have not yet explained, and will never understand how or why she was able to do what she did. The woman who was the former Chief of Police in Cary during this period was also fully aware of the kind loving and more than generous relationship I had with both of my children. My daughter often spoke of the great childhood she had and what I great father I had been.
On the second day in the psychiatric unit of Holly-Hills Hospital during the 14 days of my imprisonment, I was finally able to call my wife of almost 40 years still not knowing why I was there to call a lawyer or do something to help me get out. Instead, she told me to get used to this because this is how things are going to be handled from now on and hung up the phone. There was only one phone available in this unit for patients to use, which did not work very well, so I had no other way to make phone calls.
Nobody is going to believe me, they did it once and they will do it again, is what I was thinking about during the remaining days of my imprisonment. I even had to get my daughter’s permission in a group phone call to be released. During the telephone conference call my daughter was providing me with advice on how to get along better in society when I got out. I know my wife was there, and I am not sure who else was there listening to our conversation.
The paragraphs below offer my best attempt to explain the life-changing unjust consequences inflicted upon me (including an interruption of business) relating to the events that took place on November 3, 2009. To this day; I still do not have any idea how these events could have occurred in the state of NC (or in fact); any other state in the U.S.
During the two weeks I spent in hell I was wearing only a pair of Nike basketball pants, and a T-shirt while most other people were wearing coats. I did not have any underpants or socks on either. I then found myself in a position where I no longer knew anyone to call to bring me warmer clothes, and had no idea how much longer I was going to be confined.
If I had known why the police were there I would never have let them in, they had no warrant to enter my house. Once again, I was never called first by anyone to get a reading on my mood or frame of mind. I was treated by the cops, nurses, and doctors as if I was this disgusting old lowlife Yankee who was a danger to my two and three-year-old grandchildren, everyone HATED ME. I was also thinking about what other people were being told about me. This is what I cried about when I was alone in bed at night while in the hospital for 14 days, while most of the other people who came and went while I was there were only held for 3 days.
During the 14 days I was confined I was forced to take antidepressant meds. In the five minutes, I was given a day, I tried my best to convince the two doctors I saw while there that I was not depressed and the charges held against me were not true. I was told by one doctor if I did not take the meds, they gave me he was going to transfer me to a state psychiatric hospital, and I could spend months (or longer) in the state hospital with no way to get out. I had taken antidepressant meds five years prior after I was in a car accident in 2003, which led me to retire from the company I was employed by for 20 years, and I believed anti-depression meds were dangerous and made me feel a lot worse.
While I was imprisoned my daughter was illegally in my house with other people, she dumped all my files and records all over the place and took half of them to her house. My son was able to get some of my files and records back. I never got back the 2008 tax returns that I was currently working on. During that time, I was very busy with a startup software business I had been working on for the past few years after my retirement. I was late filing my complicated 2008 tax returns from my extension date of October 15, 2009, but was close to completing it and getting it ready to mail prior to my kidnapping. This was the first time in my life that at 62 years old I was ever late or filed an extension for filing my annual tax returns.
While in my house my daughter also stole all the other prescription & non-prescription drugs in the house, my gold rings, bracelets, everything gold, and many other things of value. After I got back to my house after being released, I was not sure what was missing or knew where to begin with my records and files to complete my 2008 tax returns or where to begin with, my start-up software business I have worked very hard on over the past three years. The dog I loved was locked in one of the bedrooms it appears for days and nothing was cleaned up. When I first came home and saw what happened to my house, my first impression was a crime of hate. My daughter used my credit cards during the 14 days I was imprisoned.
While I was in prison I started to think there was a conspiracy against me, I thought my wife and daughter with the help of the police were trying to get my money, house, and anything else I had. After my wife and I separated in 2005, I stayed in the house we lived in since 1988 and she bought a three-bedroom condo, and our daughter and her two children were living with her in 2009.
My plan was when I got out I would get my dog and the things I needed and drive to New Jersey where I still had relatives and friends. When I got home, I found my house trashed and one of the bedrooms where my dog must have been locked in had dog shit all over. All I could do was lay in bed for I do not recall how long. I continued to believe this for about a year, so I staggered the times that I walked my dog and drove my car as little as possible. I believed if I got stopped by the police, I would have been incarcerated and I thought my name was on some kind of list.
Most of the information provided in this document is not from my prior memories, after I was released, I waited a month before I had written a statement of character for myself, so I could write it with a clear mind. Most of the information in this document was copied and pasted from that document that I wrote during the 2009 Holiday season after my release from Holly Hills Hospital.
My primary intention for writing this document was to let the people who were important to me know what happened. I knew the people I sent the statement of character to would never have believed any of the allegations my daughter filed against me for a second, and it would be impossible for me to have threatened my grandchildren or daughter. Once again as I stated above, I had never hit or threatened either one of my two children in their lives, let alone my grandchildren.
How did my drug-addicted daughter and my wife at the time in complete denial of our daughter’s drug and alcohol issues, convince a magistrate to have me committed to a psychiatric hospital at 62 years of age while having no history of violence? Just the opposite, and held for unheard 14 days without the help of my wife’s good friend Pat Bazemore the then Chief of the Cary Police Department. Except for one argument on the phone with me, after I was released from Holly Hills Hospital, I did not speak to my wife or daughter for a long time, after about a year my wife mailed me a handwritten letter saying I never hurt anyone.
When I first filed my complaint in 2018 a woman named Toni Dezomits was the assistant chief of police at the time, and of course knew the former Chief of Police. Toni was promoted to the Chief of Police but was only in that position for a short period. She was sympathetic to what the Cary police did to me in both incidences, and I have an e-mail from her to prove it which will be included in Chapter 2. She was replaced by Chief Tony Godwin who signed the Thank You letter that was mailed to me, sweeping my two complaints under the rug based on the Cary Police Department statutes.
