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Maurinewrote:

I know this is happening. I am a target. It started in McAllen, TX. A heavyish guy followed my daughter

and I when we were getting on a bus. When we got off, he stayed on the bus, but he came back and followed

me inside a book store. I confronted him and he told me "uh ah I'm going to work." When I was in Panama

City, FL, I noted people following me all the time, including police cars. While I was there one Friday evening

a group of white women all disguised as being pregnant (or all pregnant) (I thought that they padded their

stomachs somehow; that's what I thought at the time) surrounded me and were moving their lips like kissing

in the air with their heads tilted up, and moving their eyes down their face simulatingly looking down at me smugly.

--They are very good at getting my husband away from me. It doesn't say very much for him I know--

My husband was with me but at that instant he walked away from me and got lost in the store. When I was

in New York (my husband works in construction so we can't seem to stay anywhere for very long.) my neighbors

were vicious. I was living in 4 Ross Ln., Sparrowbush, NY, and the neighbors at One Ross Ln., Sparrowbush, NY,

used to walk outside on their front porch and stare threateningly EVERY TIME I walked outside the house. They

knew that I had walked outside!! A smell like a concentrated cigarette smoke filled my kitchen cabnet, under

the sink. That concentrated stink used to come through the window almost always when I opened the window.

When my husband was home the harassment stopped. Except one morning early a fake mimicking, very loud

bird singing sound was impossible not to notice while my husband was going to work. The same very loud crying

was played again that night when he got home from work. One day when my husband was not home I was sitting

at the table eating with my children and a light brownish beige old car was sitting in the back of the house and

flashed a light as if to take my picture and then sped off quickly. Every morning for months and months, when I

woke up in the morning a car would be sitting in the back of the house, and would drive away when I saw it. One

of the cars used for this surveilance harrasment was often parked in the neighbors yard at 2 Ross Ln., Sparrowbush,

NY. The neighbors at 2 Ross Ln., and 6 Ross Ln., Sparrowbush, NY., would make any effort to stare at me

threateningly when I walked outside. One day I was outside talking to a Roto Ruter plumber and the neighbors

at 6 Ross Ln., were pulling into their driveway then they slowly backed up and sat in their car and watched me

for a few minutes. and then slowly moved forward into their driveway. Very late at night a car would sit across

the street infront of 3 Ross Ln. and blink his lights on and off. I was so afraid that those stalkers were going

to frighten my children. I made rules like: "don't look out any window, don't go outside", because I didn't want

anyone to harm my children. You know attacks to children's self esteem are more harmful and everlasting than

physical abuse. Whenever I walked out the back door (onto a porch I had there) a car would come up in the

back and watch me. I was in a Sam's club one day with my husband and a big white guy came up to me on my

left side very close with an intimidating expression on his face. Women with their faces darkened with makeup

like witches would try to intimidate me on a regular basis in any Walmart any Sam's. In the Shop Rite near

my house the employees would sing songs loud in the next isle songs with words like "one of these days I'm

gonna walk all over you" One day when I was leaving that Shop Rite three or four of the employees (young

white men) were standing in the space between the two doors (you know how they have a kind of pantry in

those stores where you go out the door but there is an area with free magazines and free advertisement stuff,

and then there is another exit door) with their arms crossed in front of them with intimidating expressions on

their faces. These are just a very small list of what my life was like in NY. The stalking was just relentless. My

stomach and the rest of me would just burn and shiver with nerves. I didn't want to go to sleep at night, (I couldn't

anyway) I would read or something until it was already morning.

Next, TX and everytime I go to a laundramat the Vietnamese owners stare at me nasty.

About three weeks ago I was doing my clothes in a laundramat and a young white man came in and stared at me

threateningly he made sure I saw him then he walked out. Wherever I go people are nice to me the first time and

then they stage a reason to be pissed off if I see them again. I try not to talk to anyone a second time. The first time

I went to the laundramat where the young white man came in to stare at me, my daughter told me how nice

the ladies who worked there were smiling at her and then the second time I went there my beautiful daughter

told me that the same ladies were looking at her with mean expressions on their faces. These were black ladies,

I would guess that they have almost no education at all. Once in a Walmart standing in line to pay I was with my

husband and a couple was standing in front of us. The attractive but very young white girl with her white

boyfriend had a sizable hole in her pants right where her butox becomes her leg, and her boyfriend (or

whatever his relationship to her) looked at my husband and put his hand on her butox. One day I was

entering a parking lot with my son in the front seat and a white man looked at my son and put his hand on

the woman's butox that was standing next to him. I was in the hospital for a stroke when we were in Panama City, FL,

I had several less severe strokes in NY, now in TX. I'm still afraid to take my children out with me. Now my

husband has taken up a new habit of yelling at me and my children loudly. He shouted at me one day that I am

a f****n woman. I've heard other hispanic men say similar things to that here. (I guess they wouldn't exist

if it weren't for the species of woman)

What can I do about these stalking harassment abuses to me and my family.

Feb. 22