This Paper was copyrighted July 2001 with the Library of Congress

As I've stated I wrote this book over a several month period. I used parts of it from several years ago of writing, mailed this book via the U.S. Postal System postage prepaid first class to President George W. Bush, Jr. as the end of March/first week of April. I also e-mailed the book to the White House, Attn: President Bush, Justice Department, John Ash croft and to the Senate office building, Attn: Senator McCain. I have not received any replies in well over 30 days not even acknowledging their receipt of it or that they will look into it. President Bush and John Ash croft outraged me several evenings ago about the FBI and their honest?? Blunder of forgetting to turn over 3000 pages to defense. President Bush and John Ash croft got on TV and said especially death row inmates should have 100% fair trials, that it demands that our justice system be honest and forthcoming to defense with all evidence, holding morals and ethics at a very high standard. What a bunch of white-washing they're feeding the American public. How many hundreds/thousands?? Of cases in the last few years has our news media come out with "sorry about that he was innocent but after only ten to twenty years we're going to let him out of jail". And how much has the news media proclaimed prosecutors/lab criminologists as just simply making mistakes, which were accidents and not a normal way of business for them to get convictions? An old proverb my family used to tell me is what all Americans should live by. Don't believe anything you hear and only half of what you see and still question the half that you saw as to whether its the truth or not. Where is God? And morals?

I know they're going to answer me. I hereby challenge the President, his cabinet, the Justice Department, INS and the FBI to answer my charges against them of proven corruption. According to our President this should be their first priority.

This is my book and I'm going to call it as the front-page notes "Born screwed in the USA". This is the perfect title that could refer to anybody that was born in the cities of America, the rural and desolate areas of Louisiana, Kentucky or the Shenandoah Valley because our government cares more about controlling and ruling the world than giving our poor a decent education, decent health care and decent housing. Our country is not based on a democracy. It’s based on green, i.e., money. At the end of this paper/book I will be discussing what America should do to get back on the right track. But, for in the meanwhile, please enjoy reading the story that I wrote to President George W. Bush, March of 2001, Senator McCain and the justice department. I have not changed one word from here to my signature block so you can read exactly what I wrote to the President of the United States. This is May and I have not received any response.

This story is about Howard County, State of Maryland, Immigration & Naturalization Service, FBI and an illegal conviction and what they did to me.

I am solely responsible for the entire contents of this letter/book that I will be publishing on the internet free and e-mailing to all the foreign correspondents available on the net. I have documented proof to back up each and every statement I present here. If it is not a statement but a conclusion, I will say so that its in my best possible belief that it happened by a preponderance of the evidence. In 1985 at the time that I was suicidal, I signed everything over to my wife. Since that time, every year, I hand write another paper stating that everything and anything that could be considered mine, I hereby give to her so I am judgment proof. I've also issued several copies of power of attorney giving her the right to sign my name on any title, deed, or document so she would be able to liquidate anything and everything. I'm hoping by the foregoing that I will overturn every single plea bargain/conviction/arrest record of everyone that was prosecuted by any of these police officers, prosecutors and/or judges in any way before, during and after my conviction. I also hope that all of these officials including judges, prosecutors, FBI, the Attorney General's Office in Maryland, police and social workers should have voided their immunity when they conspired to harbor, aid and abet knowing while helping an illegal alien commit fraud against welfare, U.S. Government and American citizens and conspired to railroad me to shut me up.

This letter to President Bush/book is barred from any reprints, quotes from or moneymaking opportunities by any American Press without the sole written consent of Mr. Raymond J. Bly. In the past 12 years I have written numerous letters concerning the facts of my case to every local and national TV and newspaper media available from Dateline to the Baltimore Sun Newspaper. I've also written Regan, Bush, Clinton and now Bush's son. Most did not even reply but the ones that did stated it wasn't a story they would be interested in at this time. The fear of them losing their licenses with our censored press is too great for them to take on the government for a pauper. Now they might be interested with hundreds of these cases coming to light and in print nationwide of abuses by officials in the justice system. That's why I'm giving sole rights to this story for profit-making to the foreign press from any country in the world except America for them to show the world that our country is no better than theirs in money buys justice here. If I would have had a million dollars, I too might have gotten a pardon from Clinton. Ha. Ha. As to private individuals who might be interested in downloading this story into their computers to read, I hereby give them permission and I also give them permission to share my story with as many friends as they see fit to. As for the press, they can refer to my home page address only.

This paper should take 10,000 pages but I will not include any of my evidence until you ask for it and I will try to summarize most of the key points even though there's numerous minor points that are also critical to the total abuse of me by the justice system and by many officials. I expect you to do the same exact thing as President Clinton, Janet Reno, The governor of Maryland and the Attorney Generals Office of Maryland did because nobody cares about a pauper and how the justice system in America screwed me and sent me a reply letter with your condolences and dismissal of help saying you don't get involved in the matters of justice. I hope and pray this is not the case.

To jump way ahead, I know you are highly religious and I must say this now that the more that reverend David Commack, my pastor at Trinity Episcopal Church, got involved trying to help and to tell what he saw firsthand that was going on to the family in my home, the more the justice system wanted to prosecute me. He was in my home or I was in his rectory for 9 out of 10 months of the nightmare, which occurred, in my home and then I saw him daily with my family for the next couple of years. He even got mad that the social workers, prosecutors and judges wouldn't even talk to him or hear what he had to say concerning the entire set of problems. Father Commack was especially trained to deal with families having problems with their Vietnamese relatives in adjusting to America and also had contact with a trained Vietnamese psychiatrist who helped him in dealing with rough cases like mine that the entire justice system didn't want to hear from or allow in.

This is a request for pardon or clemency with unique stipulations that I'm seeking. What I want is complete restitution as well as the forced retirement of all officials that were then and are now involved. That both my arrest and both indictments be expunged and stamped "illegally obtained with fraud and perjury by the State". A complete special counsel appointed by the justice department to investigate and prosecute everybody I will be mentioning for aiding and abetting an illegal alien in the commission of felonies against an American citizen, the State of Maryland and the Federal Government.

Brief History

Oct. 69 - I was in Vietnam

Jan. 70 - My soon-to-be wife had a baby girl from rape

Apr. 70 - I started the papers on my wife and stepdaughter

July 70 - I was shipped home

Nov. 71 - I went back to Vietnam for my wife

Dec. 71 - My wife came here

1982 - We got letters from our supposed daughter saying she does not want to come here

Feb. 85 - My brother-in-law's family and my wife's daughter came here

Dec. 85 - My wife almost died from a perforated ulcer

Dec. 18, 85 - The first time police came to my home

Dec. 22, 85 - The second time police came to my house

Jan. 2, 86 - my wife and I go to the police station

Jan 14, 86 - We went to a foster care hearing

Feb. 86 - We went to a second foster care hearing

Mar 21, 86 - I was arrested

Sept 86 - My first attorney was fired.

Sept 1986 - Hired new attorney

Oct 1, 86 - Court hearing and jail

Apr 87 - I went to court

Apr 88 - I was sentenced

1988 - I started lawsuit against Government.

1990 - Had DNA results

1993 - My lawsuit was dismissed

1993 to present - I put my children through college instead of fighting my conviction.

I was born in D.C. by a mother who was addicted to sex and having affairs at the time. Most of my childhood my father denied paternity calling me a bastard, which grew old, as I became to look like the spitting image of him. I was born a sick child with every allergy around. I was also born with a tongue that could not reach the roof of my mouth that prevented me from speaking until the 6th grade. I even flunked first grade due to my speech impediment and for nonattendance in school. Most of our neighborhood was black at the time as well as most of my friends were black. By the first grade my dad bought a small home in the uppity neighborhood of Silver Spring, Md. He made good money but not enough to support my mother's spending addiction. I remember her in 1957 spending over $1,000 on me for Christmas and my dad screaming and yelling at her. I also remember in 57/58 that my mom threw my older sister a wedding fit for a princess with hundreds of guests. I also remember in 1957 that tragedy started happening. I was sick constantly from my allergies going to doctors frequently every week and became allergic to penicillin. I had appendicitis and my tonsils removed twice within a 3-year period. I also broke my arms 3 times. I went to speech therapy twice a week at the University of Maryland but clipping underneath my tongue during my second tonsillectomy really helped me the most. I was already too far behind in my schooling to catch up. My father condemned me constantly as a bastard. My mom was a prescription drug addict who laid around getting fatter and fatter screwing with the 3 doctors she went to. I remember my other sister spending weeks every year in the hospital for pneumonia and infected ears. My parents began fighting over finances.

My dad only had 80/20 health insurance and the 20% he owed was mounting fast. Then in 1958 my mother had a nervous breakdown from all the fighting, screaming, and creditors calling to such a point that her sister had her committed to Saint Elizabeth's Hospital, which cost my father thousands more dollars. He had always been a workaholic working 24/7/52 but there weren’t enough hours to make any more money to catch up on bills. My mother came back home a new woman after 6 months and my parents made peace. She even got a job and a car. Within a couple months of working and losing weight quickly from all the exercise, she slipped on some ice in front of a People's Drug Store on Georgia Avenue in Silver Spring and broke her back. She was in the hospital for weeks in traction to help her back heal gaining more weight than she had previously lost. The hospital finally sent her home because of medical bills that were unpaid. My dad brought her home, bought a special bed for her and hired round the clock nurses to help her as collection agencies began again hounding them. I began cutting grass, picking up coke bottles and bagging groceries to help them and prove to my dad that I wasn't a worthless bastard. Metropolitan Life Insurance saw my dad with dirty clothes, unshaven and a completely nervous wreck and discovered that he had avoided the annual physical for 15 years and ordered him to have one.

My father was a 4/5 pack a day smoker now and his two doctors at Met Life submitted a report saying he only had 6 months to live with cancer throughout his body whereupon Met Life immediately sidelined him from work. My dad had been a dynamite salesman making hundreds of dollars every week selling policies, he also made a hundred dollars extra a week in pay collecting premiums on two separate routes. Met Life told him he couldn't do this any more and put him on 100% disability which paid in 1958 $50.00 a week - not even enough to pay the mortgage on the home. He laid down for almost 5 weeks deathly sick and completely depressed. He was throwing up blood and passing blood in his stools. I was only 9 years old at this time. Creditors banged on our door day and night demanding money. My dad began drinking and became a roaring drunk but for some reason the alcohol cured his illness so that he could now be a raving lunatic.

I remember mom yelling while my dad was in one of these rages, grabbing I and my younger brother's hand and taking us out to the car while dad banged on the windows and doors. She went back to the insane asylum. I remember my sister, Kathie, running in our home at my dad who had an ax and was chopping down the door where we were hiding to kill me. My dad blamed me for most of the bills. Soon after this I remember being thrown out onto the street by the court system of America back then with basically only the clothes on my back. My dad bought another car for $25.00 and went to a loan shark called HFC and borrowed $500.00 to rent an apartment in the slums of Silver Spring. He calmed down on his drinking but my mom was totally bed ridden and now weighed well over 400 lbs.

In the next few years up until I was 12 we moved 6 or 7 times being thrown out for nonpayment of rent even though I worked my butt off earning as much as I could to help them. My dad drank and smoked it up. At 12 we moved to Beltsville and the workaholic came back in my dad again. I and my brother helped dad build over 200 rowboats to sit in the front yard for sale while I worked at the truck stop next door, cooking, waiting tables, washing dishes and earning about $100.00 a week. My dad by this time really hated my guts blaming me for costing him everything he had lost. The money I gave him to pay rent he used to buy my kid brother anything he wanted and taking him with him everywhere he went showing him to everyone that this was his son. My brother didn't resemble my dad at all but dad still considered me to be the bastard. I got very frustrated coming home to a filthy home full of trash and helping my mother get up to be washed or even just to sit up in bed and fixing her something to eat.

I started screaming and yelling at my brother telling him that since he was home most of the time he should be helping around the house and helping mom. My brother was 4 years younger but 3 inches taller and 25 lbs heavier than me. I started forcing him to help clean the house and to take care of mom. My dad started his verbal abuse of me more and more to protect his only son, my kid brother. But I still had the upper hand so my dad took my brother to learn Karate. Within about 2 months of me not knowing that my brother was taking these lessons, he told me to go to hell one day when I demanded he help me get mom up in bed so we could cook her something and feed her. When I came over and confronted him he decked me. I couldn't get a punch in. He was literally beating the hell out of me with dad cheering him on. Then I finally got one lucky knockout cross and knocked him cold on the floor. My dad jumped up and took a swing at me and I decked him too. I was filled with rage, gathered my few items of clothing, announced I was leaving and walked out the door.

I hitchhiked to Annapolis where I thought my sister, Margaret, lived and called her. She had moved to Manatee Beach. Her husband came and picked me up. She was 7 years older than me and left before the really bad times began but had an extreme hatred of our parents after her second year of college when they cut her off financially. Within a couple days, she ran to welfare to get medical assistance and funding and to condemn my parents as unfit. For the next 7 months I lived with them.

My brother-in-law was very sweet and kind to me. He sat me down day after day and taught me I could learn and make as and B's in school while fighting with my sister that I wasn't her personal slave and to get off her fat ass and get the housework done herself. She usually ended up winning and my brother-in-law would go to the room and hide which made me have to wash dishes and clean the house spotless for hours every day after school. The tension rose until my brother-in-law said, Ray I've taught you a lot. You're an honor student now and can stay one but you're ruining my marriage by being here. Your sister has to learn that she's a housewife not everyone's boss. He called Social Services to please pick me up. My sister told them I was uncontrollable and wild and needed strong discipline.

They moved me to Upper Marlboro to work on a tobacco farm. There were 7 boys and 2 girls on the farm. We were gotten up at 4:00 A.M. to milk the cows and strip tobacco until the school bus came at 8:00 A.M. When we got home from school at 4:00, we worked the farm until 8 or 9 at night without even a bathroom break. This man had a horse strap and left many kids black and blue from talking back or looking funny at him. We were his paid slaves. The State paid him to enslave us another words to run a hundred acres of tobacco farms. I was able to sneak letters home through friends at school asking my folks to help me get out of there.

They requested the court to allow me to come back home. They were now living in a small basement apartment in Rockville and my brother had become very ill and nobody knew why. My sister, Margaret, showed up as a prosecution's witness in an effort to keep me on this farm but the court saw fit to send me back home.

The doctor bills started back up again because of my brother, Charlie, until the Holy Cross Hospital diagnosed him with Hodgkin’s disease. His skin already had an unnatural appearance to it. Thank God to the doctors there who got him into NIH, which was free for my parents as a guinea pig. For the next 2 years they spent millions of dollars trying new drugs on my brother until every organ and most of his skin was rotten with cancer and he was in excruciating pain. He finally died at the age of 12.

I started running with gangs and robbing stores at night after they closed to make money. It was a very lucrative business because the gang had the son of an alarm expert and another son of a locksmith. Another member and me were the brains of it that staked it out and found the most ideal times to rob them. We never got caught. At 16 I quit school as I was flunking out anyway for truancy, etc.

I'd had this girlfriend since the first grade named Susan Taylor. I wasn't her boyfriend but just a friend in her eyes. I worshipped the ground she walked on and by the age of 17 she convinced me to turn my life around and go to job Corps. I promised her I would leave my life of crime behind me and turn my life around to God. In Job Corps I worked very hard even though my life was constantly being threatened. This was 1967/68 Breckinridge Job Corps Center, which were 99% ghetto gangbanging blacks who only went there to escape jail. The little bit of money we were paid I was constantly being robbed of. A lot of good blacks became my friends and as a group we protected each other. There was almost 1400 of us in the job corps center and 1200 were blacks and 800 were very bad blacks. I accepted Christ as my savior and started living 100% Christian. After passing my GED test and being in advanced electronics, you can't guess the nightmare that was waiting for me.

Martin Luther King was shot by a white man. If you think the inner city riots were bad, you had best look at the inside of this job corps center. Half my black friends as well as hundreds of others began rioting and burning the place down. They broke into every housing area and dragged all the white kids out and beat them up. I know I would have been dead if not for a couple of my black friends who came into the crowd and pulled me out to safety and carried me into town 5 miles away and dropped me off at my church for sanctuary. My minister got me medical care and the whole Kentucky town of Morgantown got armed. Most of the members of my church had their shotguns at the edge of town where the job corps center was located to protect their homes and businesses. All night I heard police and ambulances along with National Guard units going into the center and coming out of it. The next day with 100+ people from the center hospitalized, my church bought me a bus ticket home and went to the center to get me my mustering out pay. The job corps center was basically closing down and the Greyhound bus I was on, thank God, I was seated on the front of it because all the nice blacks and whites that were heading home that were in the back were being robbed of their mustering out money.

We stopped in Indianapolis to change busses and several more people in the front of the bus went to the bathroom with me. The bad gangs followed us in and pulled knives demanding our money. I managed to escape and went outside and called the police. 20+ people who had been robbed pointed the thieves out and the police said they couldn't do anything because they were already on a bus to leave and we would need you all to stay here as witnesses and show up in court and fill out complaints. They said to just forget the money and take the next bus which we all did. I got home and got a high-paying job with RCA in 1968.

Within a few months, I got a draft notice saying Uncle Sam needs you and you are required to come. Having allergies against wool, cotton, eggs, etc and a curvature of the spine, I figured I would get out of the draft notice. No such luck so I tried soul survivor of my family name in a 300 plus years present in America. My grandfather had 4 boys and my father was the only one to have sons. My father had 3 sons, one died at 6 months and one died at 12 years of age from cancer. I was the only one left to carry on the family name. Again no dice.

Coming from a destitute family where everything my dad had built up and worked for had been taken from him and he had been thrown into poverty and extreme debt when I was only 9 years old due to overwhelming medical expenses in the family, I didn't want to go into the military but stay and help my family survive which I had done since I was 9 years old starting with odd jobs to make money so we couldn't get evicted again for non-payment of rent which happened numerous times.

I didn't tell you about the numerous miscarriages my mother had experienced or the death of another sibling (a sister) from polio when she was 10 years old. My remaining sister, Kathie, who is typing this letter was 14 years older than me and wasn't involved very much in my childhood beyond what she could do.

Since I found I couldn't avoid the draft I went to what I thought was an honest recruiter who told me that with my year of electronics training on TVs, radios, and appliances and my almost one year with RCA as an electronics technician and more schooling and experience with me by them, that I could join with a guarantee of being an electronics specialist in the military so I signed on the dotted line for 3 years.

After basic, they sent me to what was supposed to be electronics training in Fort Dix, New Jersey. It was infantry field wiring. You weren't even allowed to hook up the wires to field phones but just hang them between 100-foot tall trees and/or poles. Having a fear of heights, I said I'd be damned if I was going to climb 100 foot tall poles by using 2 nails sticking out my shoes and asked where was my electronics training to work on electronics? They threatened to court martial me if I didn't climb the poles. I refused. They said I could be a truck driver, a cook, or face a court martial and to take my pick. I picked truck driving.

I broke the obstacle course record by over 30% in time. Then we were asked if we wanted to go to Germany, Korea or Vietnam. I picked Germany and demanded not to go to Vietnam as the only heir to my family name in America. I received my orders for Vietnam. Looking back, ten people in our company of 500 trainees had picked Vietnam. All 10 were deemed too insane to go to Vietnam because they wanted to go to Vietnam and were sent to Germany.

I arrived in Vietnam in October of 69 in Saigon. They trained us in combat and explosives for a period of 2/3 weeks before they had a unit assigned to us to report to which ended up being the best damn unit in the military - the big red one, the 1st Infantry Division, U.S. Army. There was no prejudice, no drugs and extreme camaraderie between the soldiers and watching each other's backs. They told me there were no trucks available for me to drive and until there was I would have to pull KP duty and not to complain because you don't really want to get out there with explosives and being shot at constantly which can blow you up.

By the second day of KP, while rushing during lunch break, I turned around too fast and bumped into a very tiny Vietnamese lady who made us both drop the dishes we had in our hands. We both bent over to pick them up and made eye contact. It was like I'd known her many lifetimes and for some weird reason being raised somewhat prejudiced by a dad that grew up in Virginia, I did something unbelievable. On the way up from kneeling I kissed her which shocked everybody in the mess hall including the majors, colonels and captains who had tried to hit on her with no success. I didn't even notice she was pregnant until later that day.

What the hell was I doing kissing a little squatty, pregnant Vietnamese woman? that was probably married. That night I went to sleep and had one dream after another of past life memories that I had shared with her. I woke up many times slapping myself saying what the hell's going on in my mind? There's no such thing as past lives but I was so head over heels about this woman and felt just being near her that I had known her forever. She was my best friend, my partner, part of me was how it felt.

The next day I sat down and asked her if she would leave her husband for me because I wanted to marry her? She immediately said, "Yes" and then said "No". I told her I'd had these dreams of many lifetimes together and she said she had too. She said she'd had the same feelings I had upon seeing me for the first time of totally feeling at ease with me and being the best of friends and had been together forever but she didn't know a damn thing about me. How could this be that we both seemed to know everything about each other but yet knew nothing of this present life of each other?

Through November and December we sat and talked for hours and I found out she had been raped at her father's farmhouse while there overnight to collect the sharecropper's money who had rented land from her father. She had been raped by Vietnamese soldiers. She doesn't know which side. She said she was only raped by one and she believes he was an officer.

You see she was a virgin up to then. In January she took off of work to have a beautiful daughter. Meanwhile back in November of 69, I witnessed the U.S. Army trying to break a truck that was deemed totally unlucky because on the bumper it was stamped A 313 thirteen front wards and backwards and had broken down every time sniper fire had come in its direction. It was an old Korean truck over a decade old that was very well built so even with 20,000+ lbs in the back of it and running it into a 6 foot ditch to try to break the frame, they could not. I begged the Commander to please let me have that truck and I would rebuild it to be the best truck in the unit to find some obstacles of military red tape. There was dozens of trucks in a yard headed to Tokyo for rebuilding which were not allowed to be touched.

My truck needed dozens of parts to get it back to drivable good condition and there were none available. So I begged and begged the junkyard Sergeant to please let me take parts off the trucks to rebuild mine and I would replace part for part exactly. They agreed. After I got the motor running perfectly the bed and cap all redone, I found flat pieces of steel half inch thick that I had welded to the doors, behind the seat and on the floorboards because I was determined not to die. I was the only truck with armor plating another words. I also didn't want a slow governed speed truck but a hot rod but I didn't know what to change on a diesel to modify it.

My cousin Dick Souder was in the 1st Marine in DaNang and knew diesel mechanics. He arranged to visit me for a day by chopper. He took off the governor, ported out the jets and modified some other parts I don't know. My truck was a damn hot rod that easily went 100 miles per hour if I wanted. It had 3 times the power of any other deuce and a half in our unit.

Now for the paint job. The truck had badly deteriorated due to age in a humid climate and looked like Hell so I asked what paint they had available. They told me the only colors available was OD green, black and white. Well I had fun with my truck. It was very unique and when I showed it to my CO, he threatened to court martial me over the job while laughing, but I told him to come back about a thousand feet from the truck and look at it with the tropical background behind the truck. At first he couldn't even see the truck. He says that was very good camouflaging and allowed me to keep it that way. In fact, he loved my truck but he said it was totally against every military rule and regulation they had in the military but he was putting me in for an Army Accommodation Medal and an E-4.

For the next several months I put 23,000 miles on that truck without a single breakdown and, in fact, during sniper fire pushed other trucks that had broken down out of the range of enemy fire. Not really because I wanted to but they were blocking the only paths on the road. When you're loaded with explosives you tend to get obstacles out of the way fast and I was constantly shot at by snipers and the trails were heavily mined at night to try to blow up our trucks.

I basically stayed in a constant prayer for my life with my truck filled with bullet holes and seeing other truck's wheels being blown off. I was always volunteered to take reinforcement troops to local firefights at night due to my outstanding night vision. We had to drive within 100 yards of the enemy and the firefight to drop off a truckload of 20 to 30 troops while under fire. Thank God I only had to do this a few times before the first pulled out. I was put up for more Army accommodation medals and put up for E5 in 1970.

During this period of time I also started all the military and immigration paperwork I could to bring my new wife and daughter home to America with me. Then orders came down to the first to close down and go back to America in April of 1970 so I asked to be transferred to a unit close by to continue the paperwork but my commanders saw fit to have me transferred away as far as possible to Chu Lai which was 100+ miles north in the America Division.

While in Chu Lai they had no trucks so I talked my way into repairing radios and navigation and code sending units for aircraft. I was the best electronics worker they had who did a lot of illegal things.

The commander of Avionics North said he didn't want to know how I had fixed 100 radios or code readers without any supply parts. You see these radios and code readers had medal steel boxes in them that were not allowed to be opened for repair for security reasons. I opened them and fixed them and then re-closed them and put them back in to get dozens of helicopters and planes back into the air. I constantly had to pull guard duty less than a half mile from the base of a large mountain where I saw many firefights and explosions. Every night we got rockets attacking us with the enemy trying to hit our ammo and fuel depots or our aircraft but their rockets were about as reliable as a scud missile in accuracy.

I remember one night I was woken hearing the whole bunker line setting off explosions and rapid shooting. For a whole hour we ran around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to find the guy with the key to the arms room. It sounded like WWIII at the top of the bunker lines. To find only one M1 Carbine in the Arms room. So for the next 5 minutes we found the guy with the Ammo Locker Key where we found 2 bayonets. There was 150 of us in this company between this little hill that blocked our view of the enemy and a third of a mile from the China Sea and the CO yelled for us to have a meeting. He said he should tell us to go up and fight in hand to hand combat since we had no weapons or you can follow me to the beach and be ready to swim.

We went to the beach and began walking down the beachfront where other companies of men were forming with no weapons as well. Thank God we weren't having a Tet Offensive of 68 again because thousands of us had absolutely no weapons at all because they had confiscated them almost a year prior due to people being high on drugs or alcohol shooting each other. This was totally ridiculous. I was terrified to find that it was only a couple of sappers who had been trying to infiltrate our bunker line to blow up the ammo dump. For 3 hours of gunfire up there left these few soldiers in literally numerous toothpick size pieces. They had been blown up and shot repeatedly.

For 6 months I cried and wrote letters to my wife. We were not married at the time but in my heart we were. I tried transferring back down to no avail. I even extended my tour for 6 months whereupon I was told they would transfer me back down near my wife when I returned from my 30 days of leave. All my friends and my parents and the military kept asking me in letters why I wanted to marry a slanty eyed prostitute? While home on leave my friends got me over 60 dates and I put over 10,000 miles on my dad's car partying that whole 30 days trying to forget about my wife. My friends even got me girls that were sex addicts that would jump into bed with literally anybody. I was still a virgin and used to be a horny teenager who never got any but now I didn't care about it. All I could think of was this Vietnamese woman that I loved.

I was sick as a dog with double pneumonia as I hadn't slept for almost the entire 30 days partying around the clock when I got on an Eastern Flight heading for Seattle Washington/Air force Base/Army Base to head back to Vietnam. I finally got some sleep and was rudely awakened by an officer yelling at me, where in the hell had I been? I had missed my flight 5 minutes ago and that I had 5 minutes to get on the next plane which was a Pan Am heading for Alaska/Vietnam. We landed in Alaska for fuel when the captain told us on the speaker that the flight that had taken off that I had missed that took a different route via Hawaii had crashed and there were no survivors out of almost 400 troops on the plane. This didn't bother me. My life was this way anyhow.

I arrived in Saigon Vietnam whereupon I was put on one of the big old fat prop airplanes to go back up to Chu Lai. There was about 30 of us on it at the time. It had two little jet engines for quick takeoffs on short runways thank God. As we were approaching the mountain tops, one engine caught fire we could see out the window. The pilot turned around and said for us not to worry that he would just turn it off and continue flying with one engine. We still had 75 miles to go when all of sudden the second engine began sputtering badly and we began loosing altitude. We saw bullet holes hitting the bottom of the plane as we were flying very low.

The second engine died and the pilot announced we were going down but we do have a quick choice. I might be able to land in that little tiny clearing the midst of the jungle or would you rather land in the ocean? Panic was finally starting to set in on me now. I had a high fever and was sweating and throwing up while fighting off diarrhea and yelled at the pilot asking if there were anything else we could do? He said well let me try one more thing but I only have 2 minutes of fuel for the jet engines. He started both engines and hit the start buttons on the prop engines as we got up to 500ft from the jet engines and low and behold the prop engines both started and sounded beautiful.

We landed in Chu Lai and I called the Company Chief to come pick me up and drive me back to my barracks. He showed up in about 10 minutes and we started heading back. I was very ill and said I wanted to stop at sick call to get some antibiotics. We pulled in and there was over 50 people waiting for medical services. He told me it would be a several hours’ wait to see a doctor so I told him to forget it and take me back to the hooch.

In 10 minutes we were back and I started to get out of the jeep when somebody yelled incoming. Rockets were exploding everywhere. The Company Commander came over and said sickbay had been hit and asked for volunteers to help the dozens of wounded and dead. He took a look at me and said, you're too sick. Go and get some rest. I went in and got my pillow and blanket and went to an underground bunker to sleep on the floor. Before I went to sleep I prayed for forgiveness for the 30 days at home when I had forgotten God's word and to please not let me die. For the next 30 days I slept in that bunker to find out the first couple of days that they had reneged. I wrote a letter to Senator J. Glenn Bell from Maryland who was someone who really gave a damn about military personnel who single-handedly got me transferred back down to the same exact base I had originally been assigned to which was called Di-An.

Two weeks later after the reunion with my wife, the base was turned over to the Vietnamese and that unit was pulled out and my wife was laid off. I'd never been to her actual home but I knew her address. I wrote to J. Glenn Bell again to stop my orders of heading back up Northward and to please keep me local. He got me assigned to a nearby base called Long Binh. I was in charge of Vietnamese people in the refrigeration area for food storage at night.

I found a man, a Vietnamese man, that asked my wife to come to the base to visit me. I met her and my commanding officer through J. Glenn Bell gave me permission to let her on base to visit me. I want to state at this time we still had not had any kind of relationship and I'm not being a Clintonite, I mean NO sexual relationship whatsoever beyond kissing and holding hands. My wife, quite naturally, feared men at that time due to her rape and I didn't really care about sex even though every girlfriend I'd ever had before it had been on my mind constantly. When it would happen, it would happen. Just being close to her was all I needed to feel the warmth and the love between us.

After a month at Long Binh I found a way to escape. Since I worked from 10:00 PM to 6:00 A.M. I had the whole day free and nothing could scare me like Long Binh did even facing the enemy. I was constantly robbed by drug addicts, beat on by black panthers, and criticized and cursed by the White Power Movement. Every time we got a new officer for the company who tried to clean things up, he would end up very hurt or dead.

I had a 45 MP gun that I bought for $50.00 in Saigon for protection. I had grown up in the ghettos and had belonged to a gang so I wasn't too scared. I snuck out to my wife's house in military clothes with my 45 under my shirt, which was on a dead end road in enemy territory. I was shot at quite often the first week or two although I used ordinary taxi service. Thank God the first taxi man was honest and took me to the address I gave him. My wife was terrified saying that I was in an unsecured area and half of her neighbors were enemy VC. I showed her my gun under my shirt and she freaked out. She ran out immediately bought me Vietnamese civilian clothes and made me change.

She told me that most of the Viet Cong were friends of the family and some of her siblings were also Viet Cong but to never bring the gun again that she would protect me. If I brought a gun it showed I was ready for violence and would be attacked. She told me the minute I rolled down the hill by the road in front of Long Binh I'd better be in civilian clothes by the time I reached the bottom of the 20 foot hill. I complied and my wife's brother gave me free rides to her house when he was available there. He was a taxi driver but I only caught about 5 rides with him. Her other brother which is the one who came to America in 1985 gave me a ride on his Honda back to the road in front of the gate where I would change back to my military clothes in the brush there and walk up and go into the gate. There was so much traffic that the MPs never knew if I'd gotten off a military vehicle or not.

I went AWOL every day for the next 6 months. My wife's younger brother gave me and my wife rides all over town to do the paperwork to bring my wife here. We had a lot of help from my wife's younger sister's husband who was the mayor of a nearby town. He was able to swing a lot of the paperwork without having to pay bribes. I asked my wife again to please marry me. She said yes and in March of 1971 we went to the Buddhist temple and got married and put on rings. Within a couple of days we made love. The whole time I took food, wood, etc. to her home to help keep their shack standing and to help feed her family. I even bought diapers for her baby daughter and helped change and feed her and she slept in our bed, which is common in Vietnam.

At the end of my tour in Vietnam, she was calling me Daddy and speaking several words of English. I was speaking a good deal of Vietnamese by then as my wife's relatives didn't speak any English. My wife was fairly fluent in English and had worked for our military for nearly 5 years as a manager of the Vietnamese in our Mess Hall. I went to Saigon on more than 4 dozen occasions to do the necessary paperwork at the U.S. Embassy and the Vietnamese State Department to obtain all the papers necessary to bring my wife and our daughter here. The American Embassy never bothered to ask me why I was in Vietnamese civilian clothes and whether I had a pass to come to Saigon or not which was supposedly required.

Every time I turned around the Vietnamese officials wanted bribes to do anything. The U.S. Army ran me around in circles telling me I needed signatures from everybody and anybody from JAG to counseling from the minister to get their approval. This was a nightmare they knew nobody could complete to discourage inter-racial marriages. Yes, most Vietnamese women who married Americans were prostitutes. Yes most Vietnamese woman only married GIs to get a free ride to America. This is all I heard were questions why I was marrying a prostitute with an illegal child. I fought and I fought and so did the distinguished honorable J. Glenn Bell for me. He even got me a delayed departure for 2 weeks to finish the paperwork and got me a legal pass from my commanding officer to Saigon the last day of my stay in Vietnam which was a joke - this pass.

For the first time, going to Saigon we didn't have to outrun Mps chasing us with sirens blaring and trying to arrest me for being AWOL. My brother-in-law was a hotrod Honda driver who could outrun them every time. But now I had a pass and I told him to just stop because everything was O.K. now. There was no such thing as a pass to Saigon in the Mps handbook because it was too full of enemy soldiers so they arrested me, threw me in a jail cell 12 X 12 with no bathroom accessories with 20+ drunk or drugged Gis who were throwing up and lying in human waste on the floor for 8 hours until they could verify I had a legal pass to Saigon to do the paperwork for my wife.

It was too late by the time I was released to do anything official. I was not even able to say goodbye to my wife as she was on a second Honda her sister was driving to escort me to finish the papers.

The next morning I was physically escorted by Mps to a Pan Am flight coming to America against my will. I was crying and upset by this. I had a family for the first time in my life and a beautiful daughter and my wife was now pregnant the doctor told her with twin boys of mine. The Army could care less. She was 4 months along. The minute I got back to America with eyes almost swollen shut, I telegrammed my CO at Long Binh to tell the guards at the gate to tell my wife that I had been shipped home and would return to get her and our daughter if God was willing.

The CO wrote me back stating that she had shown up at the gate the day I had been forcibly removed from Vietnam and told I wasn't there anymore and was in America and she had broken down crying and pleading to help her go with me because she was my wife. She asked how she could employ herself having one daughter and twins on the way? The American response was to call the Vietnamese military Mps to ridicule and cuss her physically with threats of imprisonment if she didn't leave and never return.

The stupid Army assigned me to the honor guard since I had such distinguished military service in Vietnam to Fort Myers, VA. The trouble is you had to be E-6. I was still E-4 even though I was put up for E5 by the 1st Infantry and 5 other units I served with. I never stayed there long enough to actually go in front of the E-5 board to get it and I didn't really care about E-5. I wanted my wife. The honor guard required being 5'8", with at least 2 years remaining in the service. I had ten months left in the Service was E-4 and 5'6" tall. They said they couldn't accept me so I went to Fort Meade just 2 miles from my parents trailer to find over 30 slots that they were waiting to be filled by transportation specialists, i.e. truck drivers.

We submitted papers to the pentagon asking that I be re-assigned to Fort Meade. Of course the military always does things the hard way. They sent me to Fort Belvoir, Va. some 50 miles away.

At Fort Belvior they made me a chauffeur of officers mainly high-ranking. They learned that if they had to get somewhere fast no matter where it was, I was the perfect man for the job. I picked them up at the Pentagon, took them around the Beltway took them up the B/W Parkway through the old roads up to Aberdeen Proving Grounds. A lot of times they told me they only had one hour which meant that I had to sustain between 90 and 100 mph on the trip. They said not to worry with the one star on the front fender the police wouldn't stop us because it was national security. Sometimes I hit speeds in excess of 130 mph in those old Chevy Impalas. I was never stopped and they always praised at how good and safe a driver I was and they had no fear riding with me at any speed.

While stationed at Fort Belvior from July of 71, I tried to get help to get back to Vietnam or to get my wife here legally. I had hundreds of pages of documents with me to prove how America prevented GIs from inter-marrying and how the Vietnamese Governmental Officials from the door man to the boss all wanted bribes to let you pass let alone do paperwork. My sister, Kathie, had just moved back into the area from Australia and was well known in the Washington metropolitan area as a beauty queen, secretary at the department of defense, and a top flight singer at the Blue Room at the Sheridan Park Hotel. She even knew Wolfman Jack personally from her radio show on WWDC and arranged for me to have a one-hour talk with him which went into 2 hours concerning my problems in getting my wife here. For an hour we discussed how the U.S. Army and the U.S. State Department had purposefully made all kinds of ridiculous demands on GIs and set time limits on these requests of 90 days as a packet that was so unreasonable that nobody could complete it.

Wolfman was so disgusted that he cancelled 2nd and 3rd hour interviews because of the numerous phone calls coming in concerning me. Not much was actually accomplished except a few dozen people did send in checks for various amounts to help me return to Vietnam to get my wife only totaling about $100.00.

In America I was making $74.00 a month plus $20.00 for living off-base allowance. I had already purchased fully paid one way tickets for my wife and daughter in June so all I had to worry about was a $1700.00 round trip air fare for myself which was not allowed. American Airlines, i.e., Pan Am could not take civilians who were not connected with the news media, defense department to Vietnam period. All travel was restricted to this war zone.

After 2 weeks my sister had another brainstorm. She had an ex boyfriend who worked at the Washington Post where she had a column and asked him if he would cover my story in the paper? He agreed because this would be another story proving how corrupt the Vietnamese puppet government we had set up was. This was his main objective with reading back my story from the newspaper that I have copies of. It was a large article with pictures of me in military uniform and my wife and daughter. He did make a couple minor statements in this article of my plight against the military to get permission to get married. Within several days of this hitting the Washington Post and being shipped around the world where they even had to reprint thousands more copies due to requests, I started having daily chauffeur runs from Andrews Air Force Base, Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Fort Belvior of the high-ranking generals which I didn't realize at the time were all the commanding officers were called in to the Pentagon for almost 30 days of what to do to shut up the military strike.

You see after this article was published literally worldwide many thousands of other GIs wrote letters to their hometown newspapers of their problems in trying to marry , French, Germans, English, etc. which these newspapers were covering. I was causing an uproar in the military. Congress passed a law they called a K-Visa to help solve the plight of many American serviceman in their efforts to get married to foreign nationals. It made it so easy that I still have a guilty conscience of screwing thousands of co-comrades in the military. Prostitutes all over the world were cohabiting with GIs around the world to get a free ride here by marrying them. The Embassy had to guarantee a visa to visit America if a GI asked for his wife or fiancé. The military didn't have to know about it. The GI had to buy a round-trip ticket. Upon their arrival in America if the GI married her within 14 days, she got a green card to allow her to remain indefinitely. It made it too easy where GIs didn't have time to think and be separated from the women who had hooked onto them. In this month of meetings at the Pentagon by all the services division leaders, I drove my General many times to the pentagon.

I had top security clearance. I had to have top security clearance because of conversations in my back seat during these trips with officers.

Some of these discussions made me really open my eyes about America. It made what I heard on the news about "The Evil Empire" i.e., the Soviet Union with a halo over its head. Their slant on world affairs and how to remedy situations if the general public knew would have caused a revolution in this country. They were in complete control of everybody, etc. As I was driving this one-star general, he knew my name was Bly and requested me in person but he never related me to the guy on Wolfman Jack's program or the large article in the Washington Post. He and his senior officers in the back seat would joke about hanging me up by my balls on some deserted island till I died. This wasn't as cruel as some of their remarks got. These top brass intellectuals could have looked into my mirrors and seen who they were talking about any time but, of course, they didn't. You talk about getting paranoid with what I had heard about what America had done to countries around the world and what they were going to do to me. I was terrified. Finally after these 30 days, I got nosy.

Since I could go anywhere in the Pentagon and I knew where these high-ranking officers were having their meetings in General Westmoreland's office, I listened at the door as they were yelling and asking where this Bly was stationed and how dare he do this. Then, all of a sudden a file clerk came running past and gave them a sheet of paper. General Westmoreland, we found out he's at Ft. Belvior. The dumb idiots hadn't read the articles or listened to the news broadcasts which said where I was stationed. I was apparently hiding in plain sight. You talk about getting paranoid, General Westmoreland yelled at my base commander to locate me. He came bursting out the door and hollered come on driver and asked me if I happened to know a Spec 4 soldier named Raymond J. Bly. I immediately went to attention with a salute saying I am Spec 4 Raymond J. Bly Sir. He grabbed my arm whipped me around the corner and told me, Raymond please don't tell General Westmoreland anything I said in the backseat about you. I only have a month to retirement. Will you promise not to tell anything? Still frozen in the salute attention mode, while shaking like a tornado, I said all I want is my wife and children.

You see, Jim Vance of NBC News 4 Washington had read the article in the Washington Post, contacted the reporter and got my sister's phone number to do an interview at her home for an hour show on me which we had already taped two weeks prior. Somehow the military - found out my one-hour interview was supposed to air the next day, November 1st, 1971, All Saints Day. I was immediately escorted into General Westmoreland's office. I could barely walk from fear and staying at attention. He kept telling me at ease, relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you get your wife. He said I see you have 30 days leave coming, how about if I up it to 90 days leave to get you some extra money and with you in the military we cannot let you return to Vietnam to get your wife but we can guarantee you a passport by tomorrow morning and a round-trip open-ended visa to travel at my leisure to go to Vietnam to get my wife. He asked if this was acceptable to me? I asked if I would still get all my military benefits and he assured me I would.

The 3 months was only $600.00 which wasn't even half of the necessary funds I needed for the round trip airfare but I took it and was ordered into the General's Office at 6:00 A.M. to pick up my discharge, passport, visa and mustering out pay. How in the hell from 5:00 pm in the evening to 6:00 A.M. did they have passports, visas, and severance pay and discharge papers all arranged? It was not an honorable discharge. They listed it as a hardship discharge with fancy codes at the bottom which I didn't understand at the time. Within the next 2 weeks I borrowed money from every relative who had at least $5.00 or $10.00 to spare but that only came to a total of $300.00. This still put me far short of what I needed to make the trip. I begged and pleaded with my mom who just several weeks prior had finally won her social security claim for disability and had $1500.00 in my Dads account. My mom loaned me a thousand while my dad screamed at her to stop helping this son-of-a-bitch turncoat from marrying some slanty-eyed bitch/prostitute with an illegitimate child. To say he was prejudiced would be an understatement. My dad assured me when I got back to America with her not to show up because I was no longer his son as if I had ever been.

I left for Vietnam with the State Department and the military warning me that since I was a civilian going to a war zone they would not be in any shape to protect me whatsoever and that I could not even sleep or enter a military post there. That I was 100% on my own there. I know they were thinking and praying that the enemy would kill me but they didn't know I knew the roads to run around in Vietnam wearing Vietnamese clothes I had saved and since I was small and wore sunglasses they couldn't tell I was an American except by looking at my skin which was suntanned. When I got there I grabbed a taxi and told them I wanted to go to my wife's town and showed him the safest route to take. This was after all the MPs at the airport checked my I.D. and my visa many times over shaking their heads as to how in the world I got my visa to Vietnam but let me go.

I showed up at my wife's house, got out of the taxi where my father-in-law was working in a small garden by the side of the house. This was the middle of November and I had been gone almost 5 months. I walked up to give him a hug hello and he cocked his head and rolled his eyes as if to say, who in the hell are you? Then he starts yelling, grabs me and immediately turned around yelling and screaming into the house. My wife and her entire family raced out to hug me with tears everywhere as we all loved each other. My wife's younger brother again started taking us to Saigon to do what we thought was needed to finish the paperwork.

The Washington Post must have sold a thousand copies to the Vietnamese Government alone because they all had a copy of it on their counters. They all seemed to have the paperwork already done but before they would hand it to me they yelled at us that we might not got out of Vietnam alive with this horrible article and that I better be very, very careful because accidents do happen. I met the same outrageous conduct at the U.S. Embassy from the clerks all the way up to the Ambassador who threatened me outright calling my article a pack of lies and yelling how could I do such a demeaning thing to my country in the eyes of the world? They hoped I got what I deserved as my just rewards. I must have really stirred up a hornet's nest and not known how far-reaching that article would stretch. But they handed me the paperwork for my wife and daughter so we went to the airport near Saigon to book our travel home to America. My wife's ticket had cost me nearly $700.00 in June and my daughter's ticket was nearly $400. They stated the tickets were no longer valid due to several recent price changes and my wife's ticket would now be $1150.00 which meant I had to turn in my daughter's ticket plus $50.00.

I went back to my wife's house and cried because I wasn't going to do that. My wife showed my father-in-law that everything was done on both my wife and daughter to accompany me. He started in a rampage stating the daughter couldn't come. We had no house, no job, no money and that he had heard that illegitimate children would be thrown away in America. America had distributed a lot of propaganda in Vietnam saying we sold wives and daughters into prostitution. He loved his granddaughter and she was not going to accompany us at that time, period. The father is the supreme authority in Vietnam. With promises from him that when we were set up in America, he would allow my wife's daughter to come to America. This was after a long argument concerning allowing even my wife to come with me to America. I promised him that his daughter would always have a home and food to eat for the rest of her life and I meant it and he knew it and finally consented to allow her to leave while the entire family was in tears.

We had to go back down to Saigon and remove the daughter from all the papers and then went to Pan Am, cashed in her ticket, and had Pan Am wire my mom to take $60.00 to the local airport to cover the telegram and the remaining cost of the ticket.

We came home with five whole cents to America not even enough money to phone my parents to pick us up. Luckily Eastern Airlines at BWI allowed me to make a phone call on their phone free to call to see if my dad would pick us up instead of us walking 15 miles. My mom had been fighting with my dad so much to give my wife a chance that he had finally shut up by then and came to the airport and picked us up.

Within 2 days of my wife acting normal which meant cleaning up for your elders, being obedient, waiting on them hand and foot, washing them and their dishes and clothes and house, they started screaming and yelling at me thinking I was making her do all this work and demanded I tell her to sit down and not to worry which she would not do because it was against her custom.

My sister ran out to a local church she attended and had the chaplain agree to marry us free on December 13th, 1971. By January 2nd, we both had jobs and to make a long story short, we paid back everybody, moved out and rented an apartment, helped my family out and sent money to Vietnam to help support my wife's daughter. Since we didn't make very much money, I tried to re-enlist in the military. The recruiter didn't understand the code at the bottom of my DD214 so he called the Pentagon. They said if we were in World War III and I was the last man alive in America, I couldn't re-enlist for any reason whatsoever. He asked me what the hell I had done?

While in Vietnam, I started having outbreaks of acne after the first year there which I had never had before. Within months of being home I continued to have severe acne on my face and all over my body. My body has since cleared up somewhat but the fact is that my body remains pockmarked and blemished with new frequent outbreaks of acne. Did I forget to mention I used to drive right through sprayings of Agent Orange and even shipped it on my truck and helped to spray it on bunker lines to keep down the vegetation? Within a few years of being home, I started having terrible toothaches. The dentist told me almost all my teeth had no roots due to decay from within. My teeth still looked perfect though and my gums were fine. Within 15 years due to terrible pain and falling apart teeth I eventually had to have them all pulled.

After 3 years back, I became a truck driver which included good pay at the end of 73.

By 74-75, I was experiencing aches in my back, knees, ankles, elbows, hips, etc. I went to a doctor who took x-rays who told me all my joints were dissolving in my body from arthritis. They were like being eaten from within and I wouldn't be walking if it continued. As a truck driver, we started saving money and by 1975 we had enough money for me to return to pick up our daughter as I did not want my wife returning to Vietnam. It was too hard getting her out the first time. Vietnam was under attack and being taken over by the Vietnamese. I'd done the paperwork on my brother-in-law and the embassy still had the paperwork on my wife's daughter. I wired my brother-in-law to go to the embassy with my stepdaughter as he would be able to leave. He wired me and told me they had refused to talk to him and knew who he was. I called the damn embassy and demanded to talk to the ambassador. The assistant to the ambassador told me that Ha. Ha. they're getting even with me for that pack of lies in the Washington Post and that my wife's family would never get out. Just as I was ready to book everything and get a passport, Vietnam fell. My wife was crushed emotionally and dissolved into tears. I promised her that somehow I would get her daughter here if it took my whole life. Within a few weeks of the fall of Vietnam, we received a letter from my wife's younger brother that her older brother, the taxi driver, the 2 younger sisters, that her brother-in-law who had helped with the paperwork had all been murdered along with various other relatives such as nieces and nephews. Nothing was said about her daughter being dead.

For the next few years, I wrote many letters to Immigration about my wife and her desire to get her daughter and her kid brother here who had driven me on his Honda to Saigon. I thought of her brother as my brother and her family as my family. We mourned the death of all these people together and I even took a flight in September to Ottawa, Canada to the Embassy of Vietnam to see if I could obtain a Visa to go there to pick up my wife's daughter wearing a t-shirt. It was 70 degrees in Maryland, there was 6 inches of snow and 10 degrees up there and with such little money to spare, I decided to walk the 2 miles to the Embassy instead of paying $20.00 to a taxi. Nothing was accomplished except I got pneumonia.

My mother had a malpractice operation to bypass her intestines to help her lose weight by the same doctor who had sued my father and cost them their home and belongings. My mom was so sickly when she was discharged from the hospital that she lived in my townhouse from which she had to return and return and return to Doctor's hospital to clear up Staff Infections contracted at that hospital. Within 6 months my mother went into a coma and we rushed her to a more local hospital as Doctor's Hospital was just too far and was filing bankruptcy due to many malpractice suits against them for filth and shoddy medical practices. The doctors at the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital in Takoma Park said they wished we had brought her a month before because then they might have been able to save her by reversing the illegally performed surgery. They said the surgery was supposed to remove just a portion of the intestine not the entire intestine which made her live off of her fat because nothing she ate ever got to her bloodstream but was flushed out 20 times a day as fecal matter. She was suffering from malnutrition on 5 meals a day and died of a common cold her body was incapable of fighting. That was also in 1975. Since I'd had all this money of about $2,000 that I did not need to fly to Vietnam, we purchased a small house where we convinced my sickly, elderly dad to live with us as his social security check just barely covered the lot rent for his trailer his brother had bought them several years prior. In 1981 my dad died.

We continued to fight on thru Immigration which sometimes really made me mad because they wouldn't let me fight. They kept giving me reply letters returning my letters that I was no blood relative of this daughter or brother so I had absolutely nothing to do with bringing them here. I was not allowed by Federal Law to find out anything about the case or fight on the case only my wife as a blood relative had any authority with them. Remember this point for future reference as it is key and the codes to this initial point is Title 8, USC1151-53-1154 Federal Rules and Regulations concerning non-blood relatives. By 1983 Immigration stated that her brother and daughter were on the list to immigrate here shortly that my wife needed to sign paperwork for financial responsibility for her brother and his wife and 2 children as well as for her daughter. My wife didn't qualify for income as she only made $2.00 an hour so Immigration mailed them back and told her she needed co-signers so I agreed and co-signed. We put the house up, our belongings up and everything as collateral to guarantee INS that they would not become a welfare burden for at least 3 years.

Everything was said and done until the end of 1983 when we received a letter from what was supposed to be our daughter. In it, she cussed my wife and said she hated her for leaving her in Vietnam and abandoning her and she would never consent to come to America.

My wife cried for two days before she got really angry and threw her letter in the fireplace and wrote her a letter to Vietnam telling her she was coming whether she wanted to or not. We went back to Immigration stating we would NOT sponsor her brother and his family unless my wife's daughter accompanied them into America. He wrote nasty letters saying she was a little bitch, nothing but trouble and he couldn't force her to do the paperwork or anything else. We got a lot more letters that screamed and yelled at my wife for trying to force her daughter to come and not letting my wife's brother and his family come - most of which were burnt and some not even read.

By 1984, we got 5 letters that were more civil to my wife from her supposed daughter asking for more money. Somehow five letters that had come in 83-84 managed to survive the wood stove and the rage my wife had at her daughter with reading them. They were each written in different handwritings that I didn't notice until after my trial.

In January of 1985, we are told by Catholic Charities that our family was now in Bangkok, Thailand for American health checks even though they had passed with a clean bill of health by their Vietnamese doctors.

In Feb, of 85 we were told by Catholic Charities of New York that our family was in New York and would be at BWI and asked if we could provide them transportation to our home or they could send someone to help. We assured them we would be at the airport waiting for them so nobody had to come and not one person was there from Catholic Charities or Immigration when they got off the airplane and got into our car (remember this point as it is also key later on). They embarked on land and my brother-in-law, sister-in-law and their 2 children ran to us and hugged us for bringing them to America. If you remember I left out my wife's daughter. My wife called to her, I put out my arms along with her, she remained behind my sister-in-law cussing my wife for forcing her to come here. This was the most civil she had been or was to be towards us in ten months of living in our home.

We hit home and I called a family meeting which I did for just about every day for the next 10 months. I asked my brother-in-law why my wife's daughter, Ngoc, didn't want to talk to her mom or me? He told me that communists had taken over Vietnam and the school system there was indoctrinating everyone against Americans that she had been told that people in America - especially those with blue eyes - were devils and to just give her time and she would learn to love us as he had. As for my wife, he said that might take as much time for her to accept her as her birth mom. He went on to explain when the communists took over and wanted to know who this girl was, they had lied that it was my wife's sister's daughter who had been killed at the end of the war. She had been an enemy soldier for close to 10 years by saying that this girl was an enemy soldier's daughter, she was raised to level of being a princess. She was given very special treatment, food, clothing and money by the new government to honor her mother's memory. Month after month my brother-in-law kept assuring I and my wife that he was talking with her and trying to tell her that we weren't evil and that my wife was her mother.

Everybody but her wanted to talk, wanted to see everything. I had the whole house marked with peel and stick-on labels in English and Vietnamese to teach them what everything was called in our home from windows, doors, TVs to soap and towels. Most of it was already marked because of the dozens of Vietnamese we had sponsored prior to this who were now friends.

During these family meetings over the 10 months I was complaining that my wife's daughter was physically abusing our 3 American-born children as well as abusing my wife and myself. After my trial I found when my wife asked them about it that they had given the authorities a totally different story which my wife had neglected to tell me during the family meetings which was that I ranted and raved and was chasing my wife's daughter around trying to molest and rape her, that I was ordering her around to try to be my slave and that I was also ordering my wife's brother and sister-in-law around. This has driven a wedge between I and my wife to this day because she had lied to me as to what the in-laws had said to her during the family meetings in Vietnamese which I didn't remember well enough to translate.

We ate together and the Vietnamese custom of eating together was to put big bowls of food in the middle of the table and spread little bowls and chop sticks around the table. As people wanted to eat something, they would take their private chopsticks to get food to put in their smaller bowls. This was normal to me of sharing germs because of course the chopsticks went into the bowls to fetch food and then went into their mouths and back into the large bowls for more. In the coming days of course I had to take them to Immigration to register them and get them their green cards and social security cards and to the health department for complete physicals. The whole time trying to take the relatives around, the girl who was supposed to be my wife's daughter, refused everything. She didn't want to talk to us, eat with us, cussed us out and screamed she wanted to go back to Vietnam.

Then we got the shock of our lives. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law after getting their health check-ups, we were notified two weeks later after they had already shared our home and food with them, that they had untreated and contagious syphilis. We only had one bathroom and I went on and on about the health consequences of using the same toilet but the health department assured me that it could only be transferred sexually which I still do not know whether that is true or not. The Health Department also informed us that they both plus our supposed daughter had highly contagious untreated tuberculosis which could be easily transmitted through close environmental contact or sharing the same air in a small room. They told us we had to stay in separate parts of the house and eat separately because eating across the table we could catch TB.

After my conviction July 10th 1987 my U.S. House of Representatives, McMillan, wrote a letter to the Embassy of the U.S. in Bangkok, Thailand to a Mr. Thomas Doubleday. According to Doubleday, they completely health screened each and every person before they come to America. He stated that the TB had been diagnosed prior to their departure from Vietnam and that I should have been notified prior to their arrival in the U.S. and it was conditionally set up that they had upon arrival to receive treatment for contagious TB. I had not been told about any of this. "They let people with contagious TB into America without notifying any body"? My sister-in-law and brother-in-law also had a severe intestinal infection that was transmittable. This turned an already bad situation into an even worse one.

It was bad enough in a 900 square foot, two bedroom house but our supposed daughter kept running all over the place, ordering our other children all over the place as well as slapping them. Besides this woman cussing my wife and refusing to be any part of my wife or her family remained strictly with our sister-in-law who smacked her children and knocked them across the room whenever she felt like it for what seemed to be a minuscule problem - like they looked funny at her or something. My brother-in-law came home from work totally bombed on alcohol in fits and rages yelling at his wife. He got drunk for the simple reason that he was the weak one in the relationship and his wife was the queen bitch.

Also other women starting calling my brother-in-law and asking for him as well as showing up at our front door for him. We had heard that in Vietnam my brother-in-law was a womanizer that had dozens of women chasing him and left a lot of illegitimate children behind. The biggest mistake I ever made was to tell him that in America, this isn't tolerated and his wife could hang him out to dry for child support, alimony, etc. if she wanted to. I should have kept my mouth shut and let him leave his bitchy wife who controls him to this very day. By the way her name is Minh and she works in a nail salon in Columbia Mall in Columbia, Md.

Now I had to explain to my wife what contagious meant and what the health department recommendations were. My youngest daughter was 5, my son was 8, and my oldest daughter was 11. I couldn't have them getting these various illnesses and we had to eat separately and stay separately for at least 3 months while they took their medicine - which they refused to do saying it made them sick. I had to yell at my wife - which was very uncommon - to insist that she fight with them to take their medicine which they refused to do on any kind of normal routine. The first refill was due to 2 weeks and they were only half finished. The second refill that was due in 30 days, they had almost the entire bottle left over. Things were just getting totally out of hand in my home.

My kids started coming to me crying in my store. I began speaking with our pastor, Father Commack. He told me to sit down and have family group meetings to let everybody air their complaints. It became a barrage of accusations by my sister-in-law that I was out of control and unruly and should not be involved in their personal family health issues, children's discipline problems, her husband's alcoholism that that was all their own business and none of ours but my wife never told me all this and I couldn't understand their Vietnamese. As for my wife's supposed daughter, according to witnesses that attended school with her, she had had an earful of come tell us if you're being abused. Do your parents yell at you? Do they hit you? Do they touch you in places that are uncomfortable for you? Come tell us and we'll put you in a nice home where you'll be safe from this.

My 3 American-born children later told me that in Howard County schools constantly they were barraged by teachers, counselors and school administrators at just about every school meeting with pupils with the same speech. They tried to convince kids that they could escape any punishment from their parents by just telling someone that they had been abused. Now kids famous statement in this area are "You can't tell me what to do or I'll turn you in for abusing me". I am personally very strongly against physical abuse but I am not against spanking young children or punishing them if they are not listening and breaking the rules. I'm horrified when I saw in the late 80s one woman at Giant Food in Laurel and one woman in Safeway in Laurel get arrested for smacking their children's hands and demanding they return the candy they had stolen in their pockets.

This conduct by governmental officials overwhelmingly puts into the child's mind that it is O.K. to steal because if you get caught your parents get sent to jail. What happened to our Christian values of spare the rod, you'll spoil the child? This is a metaphor that says you should discipline your children not beat them to death with an iron pipe in my opinion of the interpretation of the Bible.

Before I get into the ever-worsening situation in my home, I will refresh your memory and how I see myself today. My family lost 3 children, two boys and a girl. I lost 2 boys and a girl. Oh by the way when I finally returned to Vietnam to bring her here, I was told that about 4 weeks after I had left in July of 1971, my wife miscarried due to her being way too upset and not eating or sleeping because of crying due to my forced removal from Vietnam. And then as I will explain later on I will tell you how I learned that my wife's daughter died in the 1975 takeover in Vietnam. I also forgot to mention that my wife's father died in 1975. Now back the genes that I inherited. I ended up so much like my dad except for the alcoholism that I've kept a life of poverty helping others who were less fortunate than myself even social services of Howard County had asked me to help a family who were homeless for a month or two until they could find them housing - which I did. I helped over 40 Vietnamese by taking them into my home between 1975 and 1982 by getting them jobs, teaching them to drive, helping them to acclimate to American culture, etc.

Instead of doctors wiping me out and putting me on the street like happened to my father, Howard County wanted to get even with me because of my home. You see I haven't talked about my home yet. I bought it in September of 1975 through the V.A. loan program. Within one month the County condemned it and ordered me to move out because it had improper sewerage with just a pipe running into the back yard. Then I used a Federal Law to force Howard County to lift the moratorium on sewer connections and hook me up. I had to go through 10 foot of State of Md. property in the swamp out my backyard to hook up. The State of Md. wanted $10,000 for easement as my property would be greatly enhanced by being hooked up. So I used another Federal Law to force Howard County to officially condemn the State Property and pay them the normal .50c per foot easement tax.

In the next few years, every time I tried to rebuild or remodel the County Inspectors were all over me telling me I was not allowed to. Even when I built a clubhouse in the back yard, they cited me with a stop work order and told me I needed environmental impact studies and a half-acre pond for run-off (on a quarter acre lot?). They threatened to take me to court and take away our home if I continued to build this clubhouse. I basically told them to go to hell and built it anyway. The biggest thing that cost the county and State of Maryland was the Federal Flood Plain that was my backyard - which was 30' drop straight down from my back door. I did some research and found that the State of Md. to build the Md. Produce Market behind my house had literally filled in 100+ acres 25' high with dirt and moved the creek beds over a thousand feet to my property line in the backyard. I also found that the construction company that owned both sides of me had been cited and fined many times for trying to fill in their lots so they could move here from Hyattsville, Md. They were building contractors and could afford fancy lawyers who fought the county and State for the right to fill in the land. They lost every time at the tune of many thousands of dollars of cost.

I talked to the owner next door who came up constantly to see what I was doing with my property. I told him I could get him a license if he would sign a contract with me that he would pay for the licensing fees and completely grade at his own expense my property as well as his own and have his engineers do a complete set of drawings as to how we would fill in the land. He asked me where are we going to get the dirt? I told him not to worry I could get the dirt. He insisted that the contract have a null and void clause in it if I was unable to get the license or dirt. We both signed it.

That afternoon I called the Federal Dept of Water Resources in Annapolis, Md. that oversaw protection of flood plains. They threatened me saying if I put one drop of dirt on my property my head would be spinning with the fines and possible imprisonment. I stated O.K. I'll just call the newspapers with my story. They started backing up fast asking me why in the world I would call the newspapers? I said if the damn State of Md. can fill in over 100 acres and move the creek to my property line then I should have the right to move it back to keep the water away from my home which had already flooded our basement twice already due to heavy rains. They said O.K. they'll give us the license but I will have to pay x number of dollars and submit engineering drawings of how I was going to fill. I stated that my property was 68' wide so my neighbors on both sides would also have to fill in so the property would be flat. Biting their tongues they mumbled O.K. That Bradshaw Construction could fill in on both sides of my property. We had 3 1/2 acres total to fill 30' deep - just a few truckloads.

I started going away to construction sites and rebuilding lots and finding people with excess dirt. I did some research on the companies before I asked them to find out they were trucking the dirt in excess of 20 miles to the county dump as it was full of cement and asphalt as well as clay. It was not topsoil by a long shot. The trucks they had rented to transport the dirt could make one trip an hour to the dump. If they brought the dirt to me being one mile or so, the same truck could make several trips for the same rental cost. So I went in to talk with the supervisor at each one of these construction sites. They all had a reply you need dirt? O.K. We have excess dirt and since you're so close we'll only charge $10.00 a load to bring it up. How many loads do you need? And I said all the dirt you need to get rid of but I was only going to charge you $5.00 a load to dump it on my property. They said we're charging you. And then I explained that I had done some research. It was roughly costing them $50.00 a load at the dump with these rental trucks per hour. It would still cost them $50.00 an hour but now the same trucks could make 6 to 10 loads an hour to my property which meant they only had to rent one fourth as many trucks to get rid of the same amount of dirt which saved them a small fortune in costs for their construction projects. They finally caved in and said, you want dirt and began dumping it free. The construction company next door hired several workers to run their antique bulldozer. We were getting an average of 20 loads an hour, 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week. After a month or so when we had enough space for more trucks to dump at a time, we were getting upwards to 40 or 50 trucks per hour. We didn't care what they brought as long as it was less than 2% wood.

It took a year and a half at this rate to level off the entire 3 properties to my basement level. In the future I had many fights with the State and County. I didn't understand why until the secretaries at the Howard County Dept of Planning and Zoning asked me why I was spending so much money fixing up this old shack when the county planned to get it torn down sooner or later? The county had long-range planning to get rid of every home on both sides of Route 1 for the Baltimore-Washington corridor for a commercial high paying tax base. This is why they had fought me so much every time I made an effort to improve my home. This is what finally ended up being a nightmare in 1986 because everyone connected with the Howard County government and MD State Government already knew my name and hated me for winning against them many times over that I feel caused the later problems.

Looking back of my father's life for some reason the gene memory seems to be powerful that we've shared a life of Hell together in parallel.

Now back to my story. With having daily counseling, unable to run my business because of all the yelling, screaming and cussing in my home by the sister-in-law mainly, I sought daily counseling, had dozens of family meetings and got nowhere. Vietnamese culture says blood is thicker than marriage which really put my wife squarely in the middle. The alleged daughter of my wife started accusing me of abusing her saying I was touching her in inappropriate places while my wife was at work. By July of 1985 I came to the conclusion that I had to get this daughter away from my sister-in-law for a week or two even though I had no money.

My wife forced her to get into the car that was a 1984 Chevette 4 door hatchback with the back seat folded down and a mattress put in with several changes of clothing with our 3 other children and me and we headed to Florida. We went to St. Augustine's Alligator Farm, Marine land and Walt Disney World. We slept in the car and we ate out of an insulated chest where we kept our food to make sandwiches, etc. By the third day, this supposed daughter's conduct was so outrageous with screaming and cussing at us, that I cut the vacation short and headed home. I sincerely felt that if she would just get to know our family she would love us and realize how much we had loved her when she was a baby.

As I've stated before, we had no clue she was an imposter. My brother-in-law explained to me and my wife that she was told that her mom was a Viet Cong hero and that she was really my wife's niece and not her daughter to protect her and get her special benefits from the new communist government. That the school system in Vietnam really harped on how bad Americans were and how we randomly tortured, raped and pillaged them and told me to give her time to adjust. It had only been 7 months of hell in our home. By the 9th month, I was living in my unheated store attached to the side of our home with my wife and 3 American-born children rather than expose ourselves to them any longer. Reverend David Commack had his hands full.

All day every day his whole life revolved around trying to help our family get back together to no avail with the relatives who wouldn't even speak to him. But he did move my wife closer to me and our children telling her that we should be her main responsibility. My wife was still stuck in the middle and pulled both ways constantly. By December, my wife's work phoned and said she was very faint and pale as a ghost lying in the floor. They asked if they should send her to a hospital. I told them I'd be right there.

I rushed her to our HMO Emergency Care facility that rushed her right in. Within one minute, the fire department had an ambulance to take her to the local hospital 3 miles away with the HMO surgeons right behind them. They took her right into an open operating room to find what they told me was a 4 to 6 week old ulcer that had erupted in her stomach causing internal bleeding and putting fluid around the heart and lungs making it impossible to work. They even told me she had died right after they had opened her up and they had to restart her heart. Thank God I didn't get stuck in any traffic jams or she would have been dead.

My minister came over and said damn it, this is your house, these are your children, that's your wife. Take back control. Make rules and make them live by them or get the hell out of your home.

So I did the second day my wife was in the hospital recovering. I told them no more yelling, no more cussing, no more hitting my children, no more alcoholism, no more abuse of their own children and to look for somewhere else to live in the meanwhile. Before I knew it an Officer Syd Smith showed up at my door because my sister-in-law had called him telling him I was trying to rape this supposed daughter and was abusing her. He entered and my sister-in-law and stepdaughter began screaming, yelling and cussing me saying how badly I had treated them and abused them. I was not fighting back. I was just in tears. The Officer asked me to please leave the room and he would be in shortly to speak with me.

After listening for 10 to 15 minutes of their rantings about me supposedly trying to rape this woman, I started getting mad like my minister told me to and stand up for myself and my family. I calmly explained to the officer of the nightmare that had been going on with this woman and my sister-in-law and that I wanted my sister-in-law and her family out of my home right then and there. He said he couldn't and told me to call Social Services. I demanded the learning permit be returned from this woman that I had gotten for her who had posed as our daughter. She screamed and cussed at the police officer and said I couldn't take it back away from her. After 5 minutes of this, she relented and gave it back to me. I asked what I could do with this unruly brat and he again told me to call social services because he doesn't get involved in family disputes. Remember this as a key point that I'll expound on later.

Oh I forgot to state that just as he was getting back the learner's permit from this woman, my brother-in-law stumbled and fell into the front door drunk saying I was a bad man and should be locked up and my children were unruly and should be taken away. That's when I remember a famous quote from Officer Syd Smith. He looked at me and said don't forget to call social services. I'm sorry about what's happening to you and your family but I can do nothing.

I went to the hospital where I'd been most of the day before and told my wife what had gone on. My children were they’re crying and saying we have to stop this that if they won't move out, we will and to just let them have the house. My wife said she would take care of kicking them out as soon as she got home. I had extended a courtesy with a white flag to my in-laws and this supposed daughter if they wanted to go visit my wife in the hospital. They cursed me and said they hoped she died.

That evening while still at the hospital and not wanting to go home, my drunk brother-in-law showed up at the hospital to curse his sister, my wife, in the hospital bed in urgent care. He screamed and yelled that I was the one who called the police, that I was trying to throw them out onto the street. What kind of maniac had she married? He got her so upset that the beepers began going off and she passed out of consciousness. When the nurses and doctors began rushing in, my brother-in-law decided to shut up and leave. The doctors told me that this is life and death. That any kind of upset could kill her. Her ulcer could perforate again. Don't allow anything near her that could upset her again. He had prescribed 3 medications to try to help her ulcer and to keep her calm. But she was demanding to come home after only 2 days in the hospital. I and her doctor convinced her to stay the night and he told her she must learn to stay calm. I ran home with my children and I called a relative in a loud voice to get their ass in the living room because I had something to say one time, and one time only. That I was going to get physical if they raised their voices or got my wife in any way upset again because it could kill her. They would find themselves on the street headfirst immediately. I asked them if they understood me fully? They didn't say anything but gave me a dirty look and returned to their rooms.

I and my children went back out to the store to sleep where I constantly tried to build a fire in the wood stove to keep warm lying on top of washers and dryers to keep warm with no pillows or blankets. The next morning my wife called and asked me to pick her up that she wanted to come home. Me and the 3 children rushed to the hospital to try and talk her out of it. The doctors all told her she had to stay at least a week to 10 days which shocked me. She had to be in very serious condition with this HMO wanting to keep her in the hospital and formerly always got you out of the way as fast as possible to save money.

I refused to give her clothes or bring her home but she got out of bed in her hospital robe and said she'd walk if I didn't give her clothes and a ride home. So I gave her the clothes and brought her home with all 3 doctors walking us to the car demanding that she remain calm and telling me that I had to stay very close to her and watch her health. She needed to be in ICU. I assured the doctors I would do the best I could. My wife is a very strong-willed woman when she wants to be which is very seldom, all 80 lbs of her. I and my wife have personalities that you could kick us and slap us repeatedly before we would stand up and say enough. I was so tired of fighting the government and now the in-laws. How had my brother-in-law changed so much to become a drunk and a womanizer running around with girlfriends now. The brother I had adopted and loved so dearly in Vietnam was no longer in existence. His answer to his wife was get drunk, party and have girlfriends and not come home until he felt like it. That way he earned her abuse.

We showed up at the front door to return home and my wife screamed for everyone to get downstairs to the dining room table. She told them this is the way its going to be that my husband will immediately find you some damn place to live, you will take this little bitch with you and we will pay support for her but you will get out of our home within one week. You bought everything you needed to furnish a home already and its time for you to go. She was getting very upset as this was totally uncommon thing for her to do and with her brother sitting there quietly and letting his wife and this woman who was supposed to be our daughter start yelling and screaming back at my wife was unbearable. He was drunk as usual.

This woman got into my wife's face telling her she was an unfit mother as well as a lot other inflammatory remarks to upset my wife on purpose. Let me break in now and tell you something. If you remember the first officer had told me to call social services. They had the report from him stating that it was a hell of a family conflict going on mainly caused by the relatives. The social worker told me this and that she agreed with my request to have them moved out as soon as possible because of my wife's dire physical, mental and medical problems and that my children and I needed a lot of help according to the officer to recover from what our in-laws had done to us. She said she was sorry she couldn't help remove anybody and that it was up to me to get them out if I so desired but I could not in any shape, way or form give what was supposed to be my wife's daughter to the relatives to take care of because by law she had to remain in our home.

If the in-laws caused any problems to put them out into the street immediately. If this woman, a supposed 15-year-old woman caused any problems that I should punish her and if she still didn't listen to spank her if I had to and send her to her room. She basically told us to stop putting up with this shit from her. She said this is our home and our rules. Don't put up with a teen-age’s out of control behavior any longer and do whatever it took to regain control.

You see for 10 months we had literally bent over backwards to kiss their ass and satisfy their every need to a financial point. I'd gone deeply into debt providing support for all 5 of them in a style that was way beyond our own running up over $20,000 in bills. With this woman in my wife's face screaming at her, and my wife turning more pale I jumped up and told her to shut up her F*&$#@n language and to sit her ass down or I would sit it down. She started screaming in my face whereupon I grabbed her arm to be almost knee kicked between my legs by her. She almost knocked me down but missed the crucial point thank God because I had turned a little bit. This woman seemed to be stronger than me with my advanced arthritis, bad back, etc. But this was my wife's life I was fighting for.

I spun her around and smacked her on the butt and pushed her down in the chair and put my fist in her face daring her to stand up. I never touched her face by the way. I did not notice at the time but my sister-in-law had gone into the other room where the phone was and called the police telling them I was trying to murder all of them. My kids were in the hallway by the front door in front of the stairs upwards because our dining room was small. My drunk brother-in-law immediately upon me shaking my fist at this woman's face lunged at me. I grabbed his collar and picked him up ready to swing at him when squealing by the dozens of sounds were heard in front of my house which I was accustomed to because of the many pileups on U.S. I and the many times I had given first aid to car accident victims while phoning for help.

My children also knew it might be another accident so my daughter Linda flung open the front door to see what was happening when several police officers with their guns drawn trampled over her and my other 2 children knocking them down and charging in. I'm standing there still with one hand holding my brother-in-law's shirt collar around his throat but I no longer had a fist, seeing police cars and policemen everywhere. They asked who was Raymond Bly? I let go of my brother-in-law and said I was with my hands down to my sides, totally in a non-combative stance and look. Two officers grabbed me with brute force strength like they were attacking Minnesota governor Jessie Ventura in a wrestling match and slammed me against the wall with both my hands drawn so high behind my back they were up to my neck with my feet off the floor. I'm 125 lbs, 5'6" and could hardly walk due to advanced arthritis and a bad back and advanced emphysema and certainly no threat to them.

I tried to turn my head to ask what they were doing? I soon found out that speaking got my head slammed against the wall again and my arms twisted behind my back harder. The officers saw I was not putting up any fight whatsoever from Officer Hammond who was an ex MP Vietnam Veteran who might have been able to take on Jessie Ventura in size, weight and strength. All the officers but Hammond and his partner left noticing there was no raving lunatic with a gun killing anybody. They stayed outside. My children who tried to come to my rescue were physically attacked with his other hand leaving black and blue marks on my very young children. My wife had stood up to take the 2 steps over towards me when Officer Hammond shoved her down back into the chair forcibly. My sister-in-law was ranting, raving and cussing saying I'd stolen their money, forced them into slave driving jobs with low incomes and made them all be servants in my home as well as trying to rape this poor innocent little girl.

This girl (woman) is cussing the police officer demanding he remove me and my wife and children from the home, saying that we beat her black and blue and I was supposedly always tearing off her clothes and trying to rape her. My brother-in-law wasn't saying much because he was semi-comatose but he did say we had done all these things and should be jailed. The police could smell as well as see he'd had too much to drink and disregarded his comments. With my wife being afraid to talk and policeman's hands on her shoulders and me being afraid to even speak any longer because at least 10 times I had opened my mouth to try to tell the police to call an ambulance in case my wife collapsed again from her perforated ulcer and shouldn't be upset. My head was slammed against the wall each time I even tried to open my mouth.

Finally his partner who was gently holding my wife in her chair saying to please be quiet started telling Officer Hammond that if he didn't stop brutalizing me, he would report him. Officer Hammond told him to mind his own business that he knew what he was doing. Then the other officer said he was going outside and get the captain if he didn't release me immediately. He let go and let me turn around with his elbow close to my throat to prevent me from attacking him he thought. They asked my wife if she was O.K. because she was very pale by now and shaking and started ordering my in-laws to shut up their barrage of cussing and screaming to put me and my wife in jail. When they wouldn't shut up, the officer that was looking at my wife went over to them and got in their faces and pointed towards the living room and ordered them out of the room. This officer sat down in a chair next to my wife. She asked him if he saw what we had to put up with and to please help us get them the hell out of her home. She said, I am sick but she could not explain what was wrong with her clearly enough so the officer turned to me and asked what her medical problems were.

As soon as I began to speak, Officer Hammond jumped towards me and the other officer told him to get away from me right now. This soldier had no stripes on his shoulder like Officer Hammond had but apparently even though this officer didn't have rank, he'd had enough of the senior officers of me and he made Officer Hammond of the Howard County Police Department back off from me several feet. Officer Hammond gave him a dirty look. I wish I have known this other policeman's name to thank him for saving I and my wife's life that day. We told him why my wife was so pale and should have been in the ICU still and he apologized repeatedly saying he could do nothing to remove the in-laws but to get my wife back to the hospital right away because she looked so bad. He asked if I wanted him to call an ambulance for her? The funny thing about the police answering a complaint of abuse by me of my in-laws results in this abusing my 3-American-born children physically when they are there to supposedly protect a child from being abused.

Then he walked into the living room and raised his voice at the in-laws telling them to shut up and stay away from us and find some place to move to and to get out of our home. That I had the legal right at any time to throw their things and their sorry ass's out into the street. Then they left while apologizing because he couldn't do anything more to help us while Officer Hammond is yelling at me to not dare to touch them again or abuse them in any way or he will be back while being shoved out the front door by his partner. Thank God there are still a small percentage of officers who have ethics and morals and not corrupted by the Howard County system of justice.

According to State Law if an officer in Maryland responds to a home where a child alleges abuse, they are supposed to immediately notify child protective services to get a worker in the home immediately to either remove the child or the perpetrator from the home - not just say, well have a nice day and then to leave.

I rushed my wife back to the hospital where they prescribed 4 additional anti-depressants and tranquilizers. They wanted my wife to re-enter ICU but again she refused saying she had to be home. All the way home she demanded that I find them some place else to live and to hell with the law. This daughter??? woman seemed to love our sister-in-law and stayed with her 24/7 and was going out with them.

We got home and slept in the store again. The next day I called around and I found an apartment a half a block from my sister-in-law's workplace and 4 miles from my brother-in-law's workplace and he had a car of his own for almost 11 months now. This was December 16th, 1985 and it was bitter cold and people were helping themselves to our Christmas trees that I had been selling every year and I didn't care being unable to do anything. I took the in-laws down to show them the place which they seemed to like. They had accumulated as I had instructed from the beginning to buy dishes, pots, pans, VCRs, TVs. sewing machines, and everything they needed to completely furnish a house except living room and dining room furniture. I told them they could have the bedroom furniture I had purchased for them when they had arrived for several thousand dollars. I started doing the paperwork on the lease for them to be checked out credit-wise the next day.

On December 18th, 1985 without our knowledge, they had contacted a lady called Pat Hatch at an organization called F.I.R.N. in Columbia, Md. for the prior two weeks which I later learned during trial. They also had befriended a slight acquaintance of my wife's and convinced her to help them escape the brutality of living in our home. They had a meeting with the police and social services, i.e., Michael Marshall, Howard County DSS and an officer Robert Bates of the Howard County Police Dept with an interpreter. At those meetings they said I had stolen all their money they had earned, I had turned them into our personal slaves, that I was constantly molesting my supposed step-daughter and trying to rape her and I was trying to throw them out into the streets and to please help them. The police report did not show the two times that they were at my home. It showed that my in-laws were the problems and the abusers that I discovered later after my trial. This is another key point I will come back to later.

For 2 weeks my in-laws had been telling my wife I was abusing them and this woman. This woman kept telling my wife that I wanted her because she was so pretty and did not want my wife. This had caused me and my wife to argue a lot.

Me and my wife were very far apart because of these people we fought all the time. By December 25, 1985 I was so depressed I just wanted to end it all. I took my shotgun and headed outback to kill myself. My wife and children plus my brother-in-law grabbed me and threw me to the floor, taking the gun away. I got up and wrote a letter giving everything to my wife, took off my wedding ring plus all the keys I had. I walked up the street to the truck stop and drank coffee for 2 hours. While I was there, my friend, Victor, had been called to help find me. He had come down to our home and picked up my wife to look for me. This woman insisted to go along. For over an hour they looked for me. This woman kept saying how sorry she was and it was all a lie that my sister-in-law had told her to say. Victor finally left and went home where he was told I had called and had asked if he could come pick me up at the truck stop which he did. He told me about what the woman had said to him and my wife. He told me my wife was very upset. I was gone for the next two days and I stayed with Victor, asking him to tell my wife I was not there. The evening of the second day Victor demanded I talk to my wife I said ok. I did and my wife said the hell with her family, she will kick them out. That she believed me that I had done nothing wrong to please come home and I did.

Then on December 29th, Officer Bates called and demanded a meeting with us that day or the next. I told him we were busy. He stated ok, that January 2, 1986 at 1:00 P.M. would be fine and that I must bring my wife and this woman with me. I said ok. I constantly tried to tell Officer Bates - even though I agreed to the meeting - that I had an apartment in Laurel where the relatives had agreed to move and take this woman with them and that I would give them support money for her. He stated that didn't solve anything that there were still allegations that had to be resolved. That's when I agreed to meet with the police, like I'd agreed before in 1981, to do.

After my father's death, I had a lot of conflict with my sisters over his estate. By the end of 81, I had a child abuse report filed against me by this sister and this is what she told me. She had been harassed daily by our Aunt Charlotte - my mother's sister - telling her to call welfare because supposedly I was abusing my wife and children. My sister repeatedly told her no that she didn't see any and wasn't going to report something she didn't believe had happened at all. Aunt Charlotte is an over-bearing big-mouthed bitch who doesn't give up the bone once she has smelled the meat on it. She was angry at me because I had refused to turn over her great great grandmother's desk to her family as it was given to my mother and my mother had given it to me and decided to use my sister to get to me. She gave my sister no peace whatsoever for days on end until she relented and called giving social services a report of abuse on me. Of course, after the police and social services interviewed me and my wife both together and separately, the allegations were proven to be false and it was dismissed. If you really want to put somebody through hell anonymously, report them for child abuse or to the IRS. They are immune to do it and stay anonymous most of the time.

January 2nd, 1986, just before the school bus arrived to pick up this supposed daughter and take her to school, she came out to my store where I and my family now resided. She screamed and yelled at my wife using many profanities saying she hates us because we won't give her what she wants. She said she had a teacher who taught English as a second language who had offered her the use of her home in Columbia and wasn't coming home from school and wouldn't go to the police department as requested.

She also began laughing and telling us she wasn't our daughter, Ngoc, Ha. Ha. She left and I called Officer Bates and told him I and my wife could still come but this woman had refused to come and wouldn't be back from school but would be living with her English teacher. Later I found out this woman had been over to this teacher's house - which was a mansion - and it seemed that this teacher had adopted several children already from other countries who had their own private rooms, computers, vcr and TV. It was a dream of a lifetime for a teen-ager and this woman had told her everything she longed to hear. Officer Bates said there would still be a meeting and to be at the police station at 1:00 P.M.

This was what Mike Marshall and Officer Bates wanted of postponing our meeting until after Christmas and New Years to a school day where I found out 4 years after my trial that, in fact, Officer Bates, Mike Marshall and a Vietnamese interpreter had a meeting with this so-called daughter at Hammond High School and completely interviewed her using an interpreter and then put her into protective custody. Remember this point as a key point later.

Officer Bates called me from school and said that he had gone to school and picked up our daughter to be a part of our meeting but required our verbal permission to remove her from school that day. I agreed. I also re-stated that there was no reason for this meeting and that I was still reluctant to come to the police station but would under duress. He said I'd better be there immediately or there would be severe consequences to pay. That this had to be resolved right then and there. This was 10:30 A.M. Over 3 hours of school time had already passed for them to interview this so-called daughter. Reluctantly my wife and I went to the police station.

We announced that we were there. We were escorted into a side room with no windows and only one door. We were told to sit in the rear corner of the room behind a large table whereupon Officer Bates and Mike Marshall sat by the door on both sides of the table effectively blocking any exits we might attempt to make. My wife asked where the damned lying bitch was because I want her in here and see her repeat her lies face to face? She was very upset. I turned to her and told her to calm down and I reminded Officer Bates and Mike Marshall of her life threatening situation if she got upset according to her doctors.

Officer Bates pretended then that we had convened on a friendly interview basis and said all he wanted to know was what had been going on in our house. He had two police reports with conflicting statements and he wanted to know our sides to the reports. So we began. We starting tell him about our trip to the airport and her cussing us out and hiding behind my sister-in-law. He immediately cut me off. Officer Bates had called INS at 962-3058 according to the police report and talked to an Allen Plant an INS investigational officer. Officer Allen Plant of the INS had told Officer Bates the I.D. numbers for all the family that had come. He also asked Allen Plant if I had signed care and custody of this girl according to the police report that I never saw until long after my conviction. Allen Plant said that I was met by INS agents at BWI Airport and had signed care and custody for my wife's daughter on the day of their arrival.

This is very funny since Title VIII USC 1151,53 & 54 state that a non-relative cannot sign anything except financial responsibility stating that I had signed care and custody papers. Another stupid thing. Here's the government at their own expense bringing a supposed family member halfway around the world not knowing if I would sign anything at all. How stupid can people be? Either the police report was a total lie concerning this supposed phone conversation with INS or they need to teach their own INS officers their own damn rules. Even if I could have signed - which I couldn't have - they wouldn't be so dumb to bring her halfway around the world with just the hopes that I'd sign. The INS always insisted that all paperwork by my wife to sponsor her daughter and brother-in-law and his family be signed, sealed and delivered before they could even be put on a waiting list to come here.

Officer Bates said I want to hear about when you laid on top of her and rubbing around on her and getting aroused. I told him that was a lie if that's what she told him. He wanted to know about me sexually groping her and I told him that was also a lie. I tried to explain to him how disrespectful and out of control this woman is - how she hit my children, yelled at them to wait on her and tried to make maids out of them, how she cussed my wife and refused to be any part of our family. I also asked him how stupid could he be? This woman had contagious TB that as far as I knew was still untreated because she refused to take her medicine and why would I jeopardize myself and/or my family I kept trying to talk over him because he didn't want to hear it. He kept telling me we weren't there for that. I told him to ask me about any allegations against us and I would answer him then.

He asked if I had laid on top of her, moving around on her and getting erections. I told him no. He didn't want to hear it. He demanded to know who this woman was because she had told the police she wasn't our daughter and asked if my wife had, in fact, adopted her? I said "NO" that she was 100% natural-born daughter and that I saw my wife pregnant and then I saw the baby. I didn't see the actual birth itself. But what I understood making her think this way was what my brother-in-law had told me in English was the fact that since she was very young they had told her she was my sister-in-law's daughter and was the daughter of an outstanding Viet Cong hero. He started hollering at me that I and my wife had, in fact, adopted a Vietnamese girl. My wife began crying and protesting that she was her daughter and wasn't adopted.

Then he went back to demanding that I confess and to get help. I needed help. I'm a Vietnam veteran. I didn't know what I was doing and that I should just confess. I was very ill with acute bronchitis and pneumonia from sleeping out in my unheated store for the past very cold months. I also had diarrhea. I asked to go to the bathroom and he refused telling me to sit down because we weren't finished. I told him I couldn't hold it so he relented and watched me go and telling me I had to return immediately and made sure I did. I was shivering and upset by this time because of his relentless arguing with me. He didn't care how much this woman disrespected us and cussed at us in our home nor how much of an alcoholic my brother-in-law was in our home and that my sister-in-law literally beat her kids black and blue saying it was Vietnamese custom and to shut up and stay out of it.

After about an hour I said this is ridiculous Officer Bates, you're not interested in our side of this story about the in-laws and what they were trying to do to us. I announced that we were leaving and going home. I stood up and found Officer Bates on his feet, shaking his fists at me and he ordered me to sit back down and finish answering his questions. This was our supposed friendly interview as he referred to it later. During the second hour of this friendly???? interview, I was crying and arguing that I hadn't done anything. My wife got upset at Officer Bates and started yelling at him to leave me alone because I hadn't done anything.

But, of course, if you remember that secret meeting our in-laws had, the police didn't believe my wife either because I supposedly had beaten her and threatened her with deportation if she didn't lie to protect me. By the end of the second hour, nothing had been accomplished except we had requested to be allowed to leave many times and threatened many times that we couldn't leave this supposedly consensual interview.

If you've watched NYPD and how they interrogate people, this is what Officer Bates was doing to us with Mike Marshall playing the good guy sitting there and saying in a calm gentle voice it would go much easier if I would just confess and get counseling for my problems. I brought up that my minister had been counseling both me and my family for months and had tried to counsel with this woman and the in-laws for months but that really put me more into a doghouse because they must have been orthodox atheists and condemned me even more saying I needed professional help to stop my abusive ways.

With a high fever, crying and shaking and protesting my innocence my wife stood up in the middle of the 3rd hour and announced we were leaving. Officer Bates got up again and said we couldn't leave and she said yes we are. She walked passed me, grabbed my hand and said we're out of here. I am terrified of the police remembering what Hammond had done to me in our living room previously. She shoved Officer Bates out of our way as he tried to block the door while she pulled my hand to keep me with her as we left the room. She opened the door and we went out to the hallway where the front main information center is for the public. She began hollering at Officer Bates as he says we're not finished here because this is a serious problem that isn't going to go away. She demanded to see who she thought was her daughter to confront the lying bitch as she put it. She wanted her to state these lies in front of her. My wife can make a hell of a ruckus whereupon Officer Bates called for assistance from the back room and ordered us to leave the station or be arrested for causing a commotion in the station.

We left and on the way home my wife convinced me to stop past urgent care of my HMO because she said I looked bad. My lips were turning blue and my skin was ghostly white and I was shivering with a fever. The doctor rushed me in front of others because of my appearance. She told him what had just gone on and to please help me. He gave me antibiotics and also offered several anti-depressants and tranquilizers to try to calm me down - which I refused. I don't like medicines but I did take the antibiotics. We got home and stayed in my store.

My sister-in-law started screaming at my wife asking why she had put her own daughter in jail and threatening to put her in jail for stealing the $25,000 we owed them since they had arrived here. They had been complaining about this since the first day because they had been told in Vietnam that when you come to America, the government gives you a home, a car and $5,000 per person to get started here plus free schooling and she wanted her damn money because she was moving out. I owed her $20,000 for her, her husband and her 2 children and the government was going to give her the free house.

About 3:30 that afternoon we got a call from Michael Marshall asking for permission to come pick up her clothing because she was now in foster care and I told him that was fine. This was the first time he was going to be in our home to see where the supposed crimes had taken place on our living room couch. Two feet from our front door, 15 foot from the backdoor, 5 foot to the dining room and kitchen and bathroom, and 3 feet from the stairway going to the 2 upstairs bedrooms was the living room sofa where I had supposedly molested this woman. He even sat on the sofa while waiting for me to gather her clothes from upstairs. Who could be this stupid. Remember this is a key point.

I went upstairs with paper grocery bags to obtain all her clothing. My wife stayed with Mike Marshall because he wanted to talk with her further. I found out later he was trying to convince her to tell the truth and get me help because I was abusing her as well. While going through her drawers to retrieve her shirts and pants folding them nicely into the bags, I came across her private parts garments. I wouldn't call them bras or underpants because I'd never seen such things in my life. See-thru G-strings made out of silk and/or lace. The same with the bras that barely covered her nipples being very tiny and revealing everything. To me her undergarments were profane and disgusting to say the least. I put them into the bags and carried the half a dozen bags downstairs pulling out a bra and panties to show my wife and asking her where in the hell these came from with Mike Marshall looking on. She was also shocked as well as Mike Marshall who ordered me to put them back into the bags.

I wish I would have kept one of the sets out of the 60+ sets of these undergarments that even matched as evidence but I just wanted her to be gone for a while to get help. My minister told me not to worry that the truth would come out as to how this woman really acted and that social services would have to get her counseling because of her allegations of abuse.

We went to court concerning her placement in a foster home Jan 6/7 in front of a Master Schwesinger. Mike Marshall was on vacation but another social worker was there as was their attorney as well as this woman having her own attorney.

To back up the first night she was in foster care and every night up until this hearing, she kept calling us begging me to let her come back home and to please pick her up. She couldn't eat because they served American, she couldn't sleep. She cried and begged. This really upset me and then she would talk to my wife and make her cry as well making my wife believe that she was being mistreated because I had had her thrown into a foster home. The police had told her according to her, that I had stated she was an unruly child who needed discipline I couldn't provide and that was why she had been thrown into a foster home. These nightly escapades made us feel very guilty about telling the truth as to how out of control this woman had been to the point that my wife wondered if we shouldn't bring her back home - which began arguments between my wife and me. We had never argued before but times had changed now.

The stress of our in-laws and their false allegations had caused her to be in an untenable situation between blood and husband. She didn't want to believe her own brother and daughter would lie to her. By the time of this court hearing, we were totally exhausted.

We went to court with a legal aid attorney who told us we couldn’t in any way shape or form open our mouths to deny the allegations and that's it. If we started to talk about her being out of control and delinquent, the court might rule to send her right back to us to deal with it. The court immediately went to order whereupon the social service lawyer got up and said the allegations were of my constantly groping of her and laying on top of her to get sexually aroused and that she was not our daughter.

He further stated that there's a question as to her true parentage and they argued to keep her in the foster care program. My legal aid attorney rose and said I deny the allegations and requested that she get immediate counseling because she obviously needs help - not stating why. Social services responded that they don't believe she needed any counseling but they would look into it. We left. She kept calling every evening and getting I and my wife upset telling us that she had never said these things against me and to please let her come home.

We had a legal aid attorney for several months prior to this first meeting as I had been working to adopt her as my own to finish the paperwork in Vietnam to show her that we loved her and considered her as much my daughter as she was supposed to be my wife's natural-born daughter. After the Jan. 2nd police hearing I had called legal aid and told them "no way" was I going to adopt her.

Michael Marshall began requesting us to allow him to interview me and my wife separately and began to visit our home almost daily. The more we tried to explain the nightmare we had undergone in our home because of the in-laws and this woman, the more he began to act like Officer Bates, and telling us our 3 American born children could be removed from our home and that if my wife continued to lie to protect me, she could also be in very bad trouble. He had me in tears many days as I continued to try to explain my innocence to him.

My legal aid attorney had advised me there was a total witch-hunt for child-abusers. He said if I confessed that I liked to romp around and play with my children, go out in the yard and play sports with them, give them each a hug and kiss good night, I would look very guilty. He said they could take my other children away. This was a sign of being a dirty old man trying to sexually abuse his children. I said wait a minute, I'm just trying to be a good dad. I love my kids. I want to be part of their lives and giving them a kiss on the cheek at night and a little hug is not being dirty with them. He said well they might take it the wrong way because dirty old men do this also to be able to rub up against their children. So from then on out my other children's lives changed dramatically. I wouldn't get within 5 feet of them let alone hug or kiss them, romp or play with them or anything close to them because I feared them being taken away from our home. Within 2 days that this legal aid attorney had told me this and I had stopped being close with my children, I sat them down and told them what the attorney had advised me and that I still loved them but I couldn't express it or say it ever again. Naturally this confused them as well as me - especially my 5-year old who's had emotional problems up to this very day.

He also kept demanding that I and my wife confess to having adopted a girl because if she was not adopted but was my wife's natural-born daughter, he didn't want to hear it. By the middle of January, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law had refused to move to Laurel and said they had found an apartment in Glen Burnie and asked me to help them move out. I quickly agreed. I gave them all the bedroom furniture I had purchased for them that took two heaping pick-up truckloads to their apartment. They had a 1970 Nova that I helped them purchase and had fixed up in perfect shape that they filled up more than a dozen times of clothing, pots, pans, dishes, silverware, linens, etc. that they had purchased to completely furnish a home. My sister-in-law quit her job that Friday afternoon before that Saturday I helped them move. Saturday afternoon I called Christian Services Furniture Store in Ellicott City on Route 40 because I knew the only thing they lacked was living room and dining room furniture.

I found that a Pat Hatch at FIRN had already told them she would get them furniture and they had it ready for me to pick up for them. I went over and picked up a huge load of furniture in Ellicott City and transported it to their apartment in Glen Burnie. My brother-in-law kept playing a guilt trip on my wife that I was a very evil man who was throwing them onto the streets making her very upset as they left.

Monday morning, I got a call from Arundel County Social Services where my sister-in-law was crying over the abuse I had heaped onto her, her husband and children and this woman and had caused them to be broke and penniless with nothing. I found out later that Pat Hatch had arranged for churches and other organizations to pay their deposits and first month's rent along with deposits on phone, electric, etc. for them.

The social worker started threatened me and asking me why I had thrown them out. He said he was going to call the police and tell them what all I had done to them and also that I had stolen all their paychecks from them. My sister-in-law had also told them she hadn't worked in 3 months when, in fact, she had just quit the Friday before. I knew they had tons of money but I didn't know how much. I had never taken one penny for food, room or board or for anything the almost one year they had lived in our home.

They had new wardrobes where I wore uniforms my wife had pulled out of the trash at her job for me to wear. I was almost $30,000 in debt on credit cards as well as a second mortgage on our home that I took just prior to their arrival in preparation for their arrival here. I fought with the DSS worker in Anne Arundel County saying the in-laws weren't going to get another penny from me and hung up on them. I was terrified they were going to take my home and belongings away from me for the financial care and custody of them for 3 years I had signed.

According to a witness who had taken them to social services by the name of Kim Jewel that I found out much later, the social worker had come back into the room and stated at this time she could not grant them emergency anything and that they would have to bring in work records, pay stubs and their bank records. You see I told them my sister-in-law had worked constantly through the previous Friday. My sister-in--law began crying and said Mike Marshall had promised them the Government would help them with everything to just get them out of an abuser’s house and told the worker to please call Mike Marshall of Howard County.

Kim Jewel told me this worker left for about half an hour and then came back and granted them every kind of emergency help available, food stamps and money included until they could get the proper documentation to them. She also told us later that prior to this meeting at social services that morning that my sister-in-law had handed her a very thick envelope and asked her to hold it while she was in social services for them. In the next 2 days other witnesses in the Vietnamese Community started telling us that my wife was a bad mother. Asking her why she allowed her daughter to run around drunken at wild parties at my brother-in-law's and sleeping with a 22/23 year old man all night?

The next time this woman called us and she started giving us her sad story of how she couldn't eat or sleep and asking why we had put her in this hell hole, I told her to quit lying, I said I knew about her running around with no supervision and attending these wild parties at her supposed Uncle's apartment. I also knew she was living in a home that had sponsored many Vietnamese refugees successfully and to stop giving me the bull shit about not having Vietnamese food and all the other crap. She started laughing and said I got you all good again didn't I? You bunch of assholes. You took my $5,000 and stole my house that I was entitled to for coming to America and she hung up.

I reported this to Mike Marshall still believing this might be my wife's natural-born daughter - the one I had helped raise in Vietnam and had had to leave behind. I demanded he stop allowing her to attend these wild parties and to get her counseling. He assured me that he had already looked into it and she didn't need any counseling and that she wasn't attending any wild parties and that I was lying and needed counseling.

In the beginning of February 1986 my brother-in-law got a house in Columbia thanks to Mike Marshall. They moved into this almost free house. Within two weeks my brother-in-law ran out and paid cash for a new mini van. My sister-in-law started nail school thanks to the government. Kim turned them in for welfare fraud. She had seen thousands of dollars in that envelope that she had held for the sister=in-law the day she had gone to welfare with them. Kim even told welfare that my sister-in-law had laughed about having thousands of dollars and how stupid Americans are to believe all these lies. Nothing was done by welfare of A.A. county regarding the welfare fraud because of Mike Marshall I THINK.

February 15th/16th, we again went before Master Schwesinger. This time we took our pastor, Father David Commack. This hearing was for a permanent placement into the foster care system of this woman who was supposed to be my stepdaughter. Mike Marshall was in attendance. He reiterated his belief that this was not my wife's daughter, Ngoc and if that was true, my wife and I could not argue the case at this hearing as to her placement. Master Schwesinger said my God, this young girl has had the worst of two worlds. First as a child of an American she went through hell in Vietnam and then she came here to meet new people she doesn't remember or know to be chased around by a stepfather trying to molest her. He concluded that she needed help and he agreed with my attorney's request to get her immediate help.

He had several things wrong in this statement. My wife was raped by Vietnamese so this woman was not American as he said. Secondly, no allegations by her of any abuse had he heard. Just an overlay from social services that I supposedly did bad things to her. After his statement, social services jumped up and demanded that they had everything already under control. That she is doing just fine without counseling and that it was their belief that she didn't need any. The hearing ended without Father Commack nor I or my wife being able to say a word with a ruling that she would remain permanently in foster care and he wasn't going to order counseling but suggested that she at least talk to a counselor.

Father Commack stood up - off the record - and asked for a word with the judge. He went on and on about counseling as a necessity for the entire family and especially this woman. He said what he had witnessed of her unruly behavior, her disrespect for her mother and stepfather to such an extent that it became a total nightmare in our home. Her cursing, her backtalk, and her refusal to speak with him was outrageous conduct - in his opinion. He said she was a kid who was definitely out of control. Master Schwesinger then shut Father Commack up and said everything's over and done with. He said social services knows best on whether this woman needed counseling or not.

The heat from Mike Marshall went rapidly up. He got more and more demanding and told me I had to confess, I had to get professional help, not ministerial help. He broke me down to tears on several occasions hollering at me and my wife. He said under the law he had supreme power over all of us and our children. He terrified all of us - especially my 3 American-born children. He made the KGB look good and decent. He was on a crusade to get me to confess. Even though she had recanted saying nothing had happened, she had stated the abuse for just one reason - to get out on her own because she wasn't my wife's daughter, but this didn't matter to him at all.

During a much later deposition of him in a Federal Civil Rights Case, he said that all children recant and that that's normal and that he believed she was my wife's daughter. Its normal for a child to deny their parents when their parents are abusive. I began giving each of my children .25 cents to call me every day on their lunch breaks in school because I had become very afraid because of his threats that he might take them away also. By the middle of March we were in the midst of losing everything being called many times every day from creditors.

I told Mike Marshall I had decided to leave the area and that he could go to hell and we didn't give a damn about her any more. He told me that I could not leave because I was center of an ongoing investigation. I told him to go to hell, not to call me again, my wife didn't want to talk to him again and that we would be packed up and gone soon.

On March 21st, 1986 my wife is still feeling very ill and I have an intuition that something very bad was going to happen that day so I told my three children to stay home from school that day. I had never, ever done this before. At 9:30 A.M. Officer Bates called and demanded that I immediately show up at the police station. I told him to go to hell that we were leaving town and he would never see us again. He said I have an arrest warrant for you so don't you dare try to leave and if I couldn't show up immediately that he would have a car come pick me up. He asked is I wanted to be arrested in front of my wife? I didn't know what was going to happen because I'd never been arrested before so I called some friends to sit with my wife and I also called Father Commack to give me a ride to Ellicott City to the police department which he did.

I was greeted by Officer Bates at the door and escorted to the basement. He told me to sit down because he had some unfinished business to take care of. He picked up the phone, his hand shaking worse than an advanced Parkinson's patient, and his body shivering like he was cold and said on the phone just one line. "Mr. Bly is here now" and hung up the phone. He told me I didn't have to say anything and don't say anything and lets just get this whole thing over with. They fingerprint me, take my picture and put me in a holding cell. About 30 minutes later, Bates handcuffed me and took me to the court commissioner.

The court commissioner stared at me while hearing Officer Bates ramble on about my supposed record of child abuse and other things and says that I should be locked up and denied bail. I'm slowly sinking in my chair listening to all these lies while being stared down by the court commissioner/judge. He started questioning Officer Bates asking where is all this proof that this is a continuous felon. Officer Bates responded that the computers were down and might be several days before they're back on line. I would have brought his record with me if it had been available to me but it wasn't. He reiterated that I should be locked up with no bail. The commissioner stood up across the desk from where I'm seated handcuffed and pointed at me looking very stern. Talk about being scared!!! The look in the commissioner eyes was that I must be a horrible person.

As he's pointing at me he said, I know you don't I? I'm thinking, My God, I don't know him. Maybe I look like someone who's been in front of him before and prayed that God would help me. Since I still had my work shirt on and don't own any private clothes, he says you're the man on Route 1 who sells used appliances, aren't you? Talking about prayers being answered, I was really praying when I answered yes. He said you came out and fixed a freezer and a washer for me several months ago and you sold me a dryer last month. I'm continuing to pray thinking I hope things are going in the right direction, like 98% of the appliances I sell do. He said, they were all working perfectly and I enjoyed dealing with you and 3 beautiful children he had met in my store. He said I was an honest businessman whom he had enjoyed working with and added he had recommended me to everyone he knew.

I saw Officer Bates face drop to the floor. The Commissioner stated that I was released on my own recognizance to be with my family but should report to probation where I could be monitored. Officer Bates threw a fit saying he couldn't do this insisting I should be locked up minus bail. Adding I can't go home. The court commissioner said I can and I did. I ran out to use the phone and I called home. My daughter, Linda, answered the phone. The minute she knew it was me, she began yelling for me to get back home because Mike Marshall was busy screaming at her mother and our children and my wife looked very bad. He wouldn't stop badgering my family and to please get home fast.

I headed upstairs to the probation department. I told probation that I very sick and they handed me a small stack of papers and told me I could come back in a few days. I called Columbia Cab co. and told them it was an emergency. I needed a cab from the courthouse to Jessup immediately. A cab was there in about 5 minutes. I told the driver I would double the fare if he would get me home quickly because of the life-threatening emergency in my home. He said, O.K. It took what seemed like forever to get up to 30 mph in a 50 mph zone of U.S. I. It was like the police had bribed him to delay my getting home because I never saw someone go so slow. It should have been a 10-minute drive but took about 25 minutes. He even slowed down to make sure the lights would turn caution and then red to stop him. We got in front of my home and I raced in and asked Linda to give me my wallet so I could pay the driver. I didn't tip him but just paid him the fare and raced back into the house.

Mike Marshall was still talking in a very demanding voice at my wife that she must sign these papers immediately. She was in tears and crying insisting she refused to sign because I hadn't done anything and that the little bitch had lied against me. My daughter was hollering that he had been screaming at her constantly and refused to let her even read the papers but knew from his remarks that they said I was guilty. At 5'6", 125 lbs, I looked up at his eyes he was 6'3", 225 lbs, and muscular looking black man and told him to get the hell out of my house right now. My kids all said he refused to leave because they had all of them including my wife told him to get out. He had told everyone he wasn't going anywhere until she signed the papers that said I was guilty.

With a smirk on his face, he looked at me and said "Look here Mr. Bly. I'm a social worker and allowed to be here any time I want and can do anything I want including having you arrested again (remember this comment of arrested again - meaning he already knew I had been arrested that day) and that I can do anything I want. I stood up on my toes and said, you either get out or I'll personally throw your ass out right now. He said, O. K. I'll leave but you're all in trouble now because I can come back any time I want to. He left and I for the first time saw that my daughter's arm was bloody from being lacerated from her elbow to her wrist and she had put paper towels on it to try to stop the bleeding. This was the second time that governmental officials investigating child abuse had physically harmed my oldest daughter and had verbally and physically terrorized my children forcing them to stay in the living room while they interrogated my wife in the dining room.

What kind of society have we come to where an allegation of child abuse gives officials the right to abuse other children? What's next? That officials going out to investigate a murder can murder suspected witnesses who won't talk to them? That's ridiculous for officials to have the right to harm children in investigating child abuse allegations. Remember Officer Hammonds physical and verbal abuse of my children that were coming to my rescue. Remember Waco and Ruby Ridge. Also remember Oklahoma. And you wonder why our FBI and our government is so afraid of home-born terrorists now and the kids are killing each other in schools. When we lost our Christian Heritage in our society and went to green to be our Savior and God, nobody cares about morals, ethics and Christian values anymore. Just the mighty dollar.

I helped wash her arm and asked her what had happened. She said she had heard a knock at the door and thought it was my friend Victor who had come to help us so I opened the door just 3 inches and there was Mike Marshall who had called 3 times previously prior to coming saying he wanted to come over. She said her mother and her didn't want him to come over and to leave them all alone. Linda added she had turned around and told her mom that it was Mike Marshall and that mommy had lifted her head off the pillow on the couch and said I don't want to see him. Tell him to go away. Her head was just 3 feet from the front door where he could hear her reply.

But he didn't go away according to Linda. As she tried to push the front door shut, he jammed the front door open forcibly and the metal piece of weather stripping on the door itself had been deteriorating over the years and was sharp and had caught my daughter's arm as she was shoved violently weighing 60 lbs. She was only 11 1/2 years old at the time. I rushed my wife and daughter to urgent care in Columbia where they bandaged my daughter's arm and gave my wife a double dose of tranquilizers to try to calm her down and observed her for several hours. Linda went on to tell me that after he had burst in that he'd ordered my wife to get off the couch and go into the dining room and to shut up because he wasn't leaving that her and the 3 children had followed them into the dining room to help their mom and Mike Marshall had towered over them and screamed at them to get in there and that Mike Marshall even knew she was bleeding and to get a damn napkin and stop bleeding all over the place. That after she had gotten the napkin she had run into the dining room where her mom was, that Mike Marshall had given her papers for her to sign and she had glanced at them and saw that it stated that I was guilty of abusing the family as well as the in-laws and that I should be committed for counseling and to get help. Mike Marshall had yanked the papers out of my daughter's hands so this was all she had been able to read before he grabbed the papers back and ordered her back out of room. Mike Marshall kept threatening her mother that he would jail her if she continued to refuse to sign as a co-conspirator and that he would put us all into foster care if we didn't make our mother sign the papers then. Mike Marshall knew damn well that my wife couldn't even read the paper and knew damn well that I was innocent and knew very well that this was not my wife's daughter but an illegal alien who was not even a minor but was in her early 20s. He needed the paperwork signed to give them immunity because I had threatened to go to the newspapers to report them. My daughter said she told her mother not to sign because they said I was guilty so my wife continued to refuse to sign anything. Then my wife is released from the hospital so we headed back home.

This might make me sound crazy but as a Vietnam Veteran that had been brainwashed by the U.S. Army into believing we were fighting for human rights and freedom for the Vietnamese people just like we had here in America, supposedly, I should have taken my 12 gauge shot gun and blown that black man to pieces in my home and put a handgun in his hand and say he had broken in to attack us and had to be shot in self-defense. Another words a police tactic that I've unfortunately learned. I did do one thing the next day after Mike Marshall had broken into our home. I taught my children everything about guns including how to assemble, load and unload, unassembled, clean and shoot my 12 gauges. I showed them the safest way to fire it was to put the butt against the wall pointing it at the perpetrator and pulling the trigger. I also gave them a long talking to about safety concerning the gun and how the safety mechanisms worked but to shoot the next person who broke into our home and threatened our lives. They were grateful as Mike Marshall had terrorized them, pushed them around and ordered them out of the room and to just shut up and go away because he had business with their mother.

He had yelled at their mother to get the hell off the couch and sit down in the diving room because she had papers to sign knowing all the well of my wife's life-threatening condition and also that my wife could not read a word of English. Mike Marshall also had told me when exiting my house that I better get a good lawyer because I was in serious trouble so I opened up the yellow pages and made a big mistake.

I was beyond any reasonable degree to get my financial head above water but being a workaholic I figured that I could hire an attorney somehow because word on the street was that public defenders didn't have time to talk to witnesses, investigate cases, or even give a person a reasonable defense. That they were incompetent in their work due to an overwhelming amount of free cases they had to provide and couldn't make a living independently of the court on their own. I found a half-page ad by an attorney named Rena Freedman who advertised in bold print in the middle of her ad "specializing in criminal cases, and former public defender". It sounded good so I called her.

She set up a meeting for the next day and my family went. She had a son who was 16 years old and in bad need of a car. I offered to give her my 84 Chevette with only 25,000 original miles showroom perfect in return for defending me as innocent. She was pleased at the agreement because apparently she couldn't afford to buy her son a car and her son loved my car. In the first few days she asked me to tell her my story and she talked with most of my witnesses who told her about the wild parties at my brother-in-laws' house where the in-laws and this woman had laughed drunkenly about how stupid Americans were and how easy it was to lie to the police and get all their benefits from the government here. She talked with Father Commack. All the information pointed to an unruly, out-of-control woman, a drunken brother-in-law who behaved outrageously when he was drunk and a sister-in-law that was physically and verbally abusive to her children hurting them at times by slapping them across the room.

After a week Miss Freedman talked to the State and said the State had offered me a plea bargain that looked very good. It would be a 4th degree sex offense misdemeanor charge with the condition of 3 to 5 years of extensive mental counseling to cure my abusive traits and they would drop the child abuse, the assault and battery charges and that the State would even agree to expunge all the arrest records and the conviction of the 4th degree sexual offense upon the satisfactory completion of my counseling. I told her no.

I'm innocent and I'm not going to say I'm guilty when I'm not. She started becoming insistent and telling me that they would prove me guilty and asked if I wanted to spend time in jail with my children in foster homes? She took over Mike Marshall's crusade against me to say I'm guilty. She demanded I take a lie detector test and prove my innocence to her. I was so paranoid and traumatized for over a year of this nightmare that according to her I flunked the test. I couldn't have passed any test because every question was an emotional nightmare as far as I was concerned in trying to prove my innocence which was impossible. I found out later that the only way you can prove you are innocent is that you were six feet underground at the time the supposed incident took place. Nothing short of being dead was a defense. I fired her and told my wife and children that I planned to defend myself and that I didn't want another lawyer.

That at that time in this country the least hint of abuse by anyone marked you as guilty and there was no way to prove your innocence. They had said that children never lie and there was this big witch-hunt and front-page news stories about abusers and daycare providers going on. I didn't know how but I demanded to be allowed to fight for myself.

Within several weeks, with dozens of our friends whom I had sponsored to get a start in America coming over and giving us literally thousands of dollars to help us catch up on our bills, one friend told us she knew a really good lawyer who was a former states attorney in Howard County who almost never lost a case and was reasonably priced. That he already knew my case because they had already talked to him and he wanted to help me. They asked me to call him. I refused saying I didn't want a lawyer and I would do it myself. My wife went behind my back and called Richard Kinlein and set up an appointment. She started demanding and fighting with me telling me I needed a lawyer or I would go to jail and that he had promised to help me. So I went to the appointment my wife had set up.

Richard Kinlein lived and worked in Ellicott City, Md. and his office was situated in front of the cannon in front of the courthouse. He said he would represent me and wanted to talk with my witnesses. My wife agreed with him. I kept saying I didn't trust lawyers after the first one had taken our car and then insisted I plead guilty. My wife went ahead and hired him giving him $700.00 that friends had given her of $1,200 that was to be his total charge to defend me as innocent. He calmed me down in the next week because I was very paranoid thanks to the system and my first attorney. He told me that he would defend me as innocent and that he believed in me. He also said we would sue all these people after he proved I was innocent. He talked to my witnesses, criticizing them including extreme criticism of Father Commack because he hadn't lived in our home. How could he know I was innocent?

After 2 weeks of him being my attorney, he started in daily fits of abusing me into tears telling me that I should take the 4th degree plea bargain or I'll be spending many years in jail with bad people, that I know I'm guilty, everybody knows I'm guilty and that I will lose and it was all caused by my Vietnam experience. I asked him what the hell he was talking about? He said never mind and changed the subject and told me I couldn't do anything against anybody because they all had immunity. My 3 kids started crying and telling him that I was innocent and asked him to stop yelling at me all the time. I got very nervous again and by the end of one week of this abuse of me with him telling me my children would be taken away and I would be in jail forever, I stood up and announced to him that he was fired and if I had to I would blow up the courthouse and social services because we weren't going to get railroaded by the authorities (social services at that time was in the District Courthouse). He started to apologize and said O.K. he would defend me as innocent and not to worry that he will fight till the end for me to prove my innocence. He told me to go home and stop worrying.

Several days later he called and told me that in 2 days I have a court hearing on the case where he would prove my innocence and he doesn't need any witnesses nor my family present in the court. He said he was a good lawyer and knew what he was doing so please leave everyone else at home and by all means at least leave my wife and children home so they wouldn't be upset any longer. I told my witnesses I didn't need them as well as my wife and children. They all said they were all coming. I said O.K. but you won't be called or needed.

October 1st, 1986 I showed up for court at 9:00 A. M. and met with Richard Kinlein who was very angry that all my family and friends had shown up with me and demanded to know why they were there. They all hollered back at him that they were there because they wanted to be there and they refused to leave no matter what he said. He told me I would be the first case and it would quickly be over with and I would be free having been shown as innocent. We went into court and the judge asked everyone not involved in the case to please leave the courtroom and to please bring the sheriffs in there. They had 10/15 sheriffs standing around the entire courtroom. I never knew about courts because I'd never been in one so I thought this was normal. I also didn't know that Judge Fischer was supposedly a relative of Richard Kinlein and Kate O'Donnell, the prosecutor in my case was a close friend of Kinleins and had been a close subordinate of his when he was the states attorney. Also they had all sat down previously and decided what would happen that day in court.

The clerk called me and I went up to the lawyer's bench. Mr. Kenlein told me to take the seat by the judge so I went up whereupon I'm told to stand up and swear to God to tell the truth and give my name and address for the record. Back in 86 you still had to swear to God to tell the truth, now you only swear to tell the truth since they kicked God out of the courtroom. I'm going to let my sister tell you what she witnessed between Richard Kinlein and myself while I was in the witness chair and sworn in.

Richard Kinlein started off very low key but with a menacing look on his face asking Ray about his flashbacks to Vietnam (which he never had), about his need to murder little children in Vietnam (he had never used his gun in Vietnam) and became more and more accusatory towards my brother by raising his voice and pointing his finger at his face. It escalated and escalated until my brother broke down in tears. He accused Ray of molesting this girl and hollered at him to just admit he had a serious problem. He continued his tirade for at least 10 minutes until my brother was shaking on the stand. Then he asked the judge to please rule that Ray was insane and have him immediately removed into custody to be locked up in Perkins State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Richard Kinlein asked me if I had wanted to blow up the courthouse murdering all the officials? whereupon my brother responded that he never said he wanted to blow up this courthouse and that we were in a different courthouse from the one social service was in.

The sheriffs immediately grabbed him from behind with brute force twisting his arms behind his back lifting him up from the chair as he's yelling that his lawyer is fired because he planned to defend himself from now on. The last words I heard as they escorted me out of the courtroom was Judge Fischer saying I should be locked up on a criminally insane ward. They put me in a backroom instead of taking me to the police van. All of a sudden on the sheriff's radio I heard there was an emergency in the courthouse and everybody should proceed there immediately. I didn't know at that time but my wife had attacked the judge with her purse and kicking the sheriffs in the legs hollering at them before she was finally restrained. About 1/2 hour of sitting in this room being offered some coffee and a cigarette being with 2 previous Vietnam Veterans who were now sheriffs who felt sorry for me, another sheriff came in with a deal from the judge. Judge Fischer had said that if I pleaded guilty to a 4th degree sexual offense and immediately committed myself in a psychiatric hospital to get help that he would drop all the other charges pending against me. I refused and they shackled me. In tears I refused and again said I was innocent and didn't want to plea bargain over anything even though I was at my rectory every single day for counseling from Father Commack just to keep somewhat sane. The sheriffs said they were sorry but they had to handcuff and shackle me because it's the law.

There were no beds available in Perkins State Hospital right now so we will be taking you to the Howard County Detention Center. They did and I was taken to the basement, stripped bare and thrown on a cement floor. I also had a cement bed with no mattress or cover with only my underpants to wear. To back up a minute, this was 3 hours after the sheriffs had picked me up out of the witness chair and I was with maybe 50 other prisoners being returned to the jail. Everybody was laughing about some little Asian woman who had gone on a rampage in the courthouse and disrupted every courtroom, beating on judges and other officials chasing them out of courtrooms and hollering and screaming at them. That this woman had the entire courthouse in a lockdown because of her outrageous behavior and no one seemed able to stop her. They laughed at how a tiny 5 foot 70 pound woman could beat up on so many people and knock them on their asses. They had had to cancel all the courtrooms for the entire day because she and my other witnesses had all refused to leave or to quiet down. I started laughing not knowing my wife had it in her. She was really a quiet, loving and peaceful person normally but you don't really want to rile her. I guess she had also been pushed beyond any human limitations and had pulled out all the stops.

I got in my jail cell to be immediately called and told my wife was there to see me. The judge had apparently come out to tell my wife that I was at the detention center so she would leave the courthouse with my witnesses and she was there to see me. The guards told me this was the only time I would be allowed to see her because it wasn't visiting hours. Most of them were Vietnam veterans and felt sorry for me but they told me this could never happen again and to tell my wife she could only come see me one day a week, for one hour each week. I told my wife this and they heard me because they were standing behind me even though I was still behind a glass wall. My wife began screaming that she was going to get me out of there because she knew I was innocent and she left.

About 6:30 an hour later the sheriffs came and got me again telling me I had another visitor but made no complaints to me because it was an American friend who's Vietnamese wife had helped my wife retain Richard Kinlein who had done this to me. He was a personal friend of the director of the detention center and had clout - which I didn't know previously. They took me upstairs to the front entrance where the visitors wait to go behind the steel doors to visit their relatives. Another words all I had to do was walk out the front door with nothing stopping or preventing me.

This friend, Dan, had explained to the director that I had been railroaded and that from everything he had heard from everyone I was innocent and to please get me help because of all the garbage I and my family had suffered at the hands of our so-called justice system. The Director instructed the guards to take special care of me and then he looked at me and said Ray - any friend of Dan is a friend of mine and I wish I could do something about this imprisonment but I'm going to make you as comfortable as possible in here. I was escorted back to my jail cell to eat dinner.

No longer than I finished dinner the sheriff announced that my wife was back and that he had warned her not to return for a week and to please take control of her and my children. It was then 8:30 p.m. long after visiting hours. He said this is the last time and he escorted me after giving me my pants and shirt back and took me back upstairs. He told me to sit down and pick up the phone and motioned to my wife to pick up the phone. He told her she was getting me into trouble by coming back here and ordered her not to come back for a week. He would allow her to talk to me for 15 minutes only. 45 minutes later, he said he was off duty and he had to escort me back down to my jail cell.

My wife finally went home and got on the phone screaming and yelling at her brother about all the lies. He kept telling my wife that they were making up these lies because he had never talked to the police at all. He added that he'd even told the police that my wife's daughter was unruly, that he would go to court and help my wife prove my innocence. This was all lies. If you remember that December of 1985 about that secret meeting he had had with the police and social services. My wife's relatives had tried to convince her I was sick, made up lies about me to the police and social services and told her I needed mental help. They had even acquired a statement they had made to the DSS and Howard County Police and showed it to my wife which said I had abused my wife and children as well as all of them.

My wife said that she didn't want me to say anything bad against her family or try to punish them in court for their wrongdoing. She also wanted to protect me as well.

In the next 2 days I was being examined by the Detention Center's psychiatrist and was woken up every 20 minutes around the clock on a suicide watch. My wife was going between court and jail disrupting the entire courthouse until Judge Fischer on the 3rd day begged her for mercy and asked her what he could do to get her off his back so he could conduct court? By the 3rd day, in jail, my wife had already seen me 10 times, while supposedly only allowed once a week visits. She had called me on the phone 15 times to make sure I was safe and well, which was also illegal in jail to receive phone calls from the outside.

By the 3rd day, the guards started demanding that I control my wife and to tell her to stop harassing them and to tell her she is only allowed to see me once a week and to stop making phone calls. The jail's psychiatrist believed me, told me I was not insane and the people should be held accountable for their actions and he wanted to help me set the record straight. I asked the guards? "What??? You can't control this little woman?" "And you expect me to from jail?" I explained to them there was nothing I could do from jail. Half the guards were Vietnam veterans and wanted very much to help me because they also believed me.

They went and read my entire file at the prison that said I was a drug addict and an alcoholic who beat up my wife and children and terrorized them, I had tried to rape my stepdaughter and had terrorized my in-laws. They came back and started talking to me about what they had read in my file laughing and said "You supposedly abused this wild woman? This is really funny". They totally believed me. Nobody was able to stand up against my wife. They gave me my clothes back and invited me illegally out of my private cell to their offices for coffee and donuts. They told me not to give up hope and to keep fighting. Sooner or later the truth would have to come out and I would be proven innocent but not to expect anything to happen to the officials involved because they had complete immunity.

Without these guards treating me as a human being and counseling me that I had to keep fighting and I had to get strong, I probably would have ended up at Perkins out of my mind.

On the 4th day in jail, October 4th, 1986, the judge finally agreed that I could fire Kinlein and have bail set for $100,000. My wife said that was ridiculous and to let me out of jail free because we didn't have that kind of money. He knew he was going to lose so he reduced it to $25,000 which satisfied my wife. Back in 1986 $25,000 was still an extremely high bail.

I know this sounds like science fiction but they say the truth is stranger than science fiction. Nobody could write a script like this or make it up. It was all just too weird.

I forgot to mention what happened at a second Foster Care hearing that took place of Feb of 86 concerning the placement of Ngoc. I basically told them I didn't want her until she received counseling and demanded they get counseling for her. I demanded to find out if she was my wife's daughter or not. Here is a girl, supposedly 15 years old, that came to a new country without any language skills being chased around the house every day trying to escape being raped and beaten for not submitting to me and the judge in the foster care court said saying he was horrified at what this poor young girl had gone through. It was ridiculous. If she had endured all this for 11 straight months on a daily basis, she obviously would need counseling but I and my wife were the only ones asking that she get some.

The social services kept protesting that she was doing just fine and didn't need any counseling services at all. Is this normal for a supposedly sexually abused girl? I don't think so.

As a condition for my release, I put my house up for collateral, plus $2,250.00 cash for the bail bondsman. We didn't have all of this money so my wife demanded her brother to bring her $1,000 to bail me out - which he did. I also had to report to probation and parole, and submit to psychological testing at Perkins State Hospital. I signed the paper. That morning I went to the courthouse with the sheriffs. Upon getting out of the van by the entrance to the courthouse, my wife and children saw me in shackles and they lost it. The sheriff said, you're innocent so we're going to take them all off but don't tell anybody because technically we're not allowed to.

I went in and sat down in the clerk's office joking with my wife and the sheriffs. One of the sheriffs was called up to the judge’s chambers. He returned about 15 minutes later and said let's go to the bathroom Ray.

While in the bathroom he said "Ray, I'm very sorry to tell you this but the judge has decided to revoke your bail. If you want I will turn my head and you can make a run for it and I won't say a thing for at least half an hour. He told me they weren't going to give up on me and were going to convict me. They were falsifying everything against me and there's no way I could beat the system. I've seen it too many times before where innocent people are sent to jail in the county. If you don't run, my hands are tied. I have to take you back to jail".

I said no, I'm innocent and will keep on fighting in court. I said I wanted to go back to my wife and kids and say goodbye without the handcuffs and shackles. He walked me back to my wife and children and I told them what he had told me. My wife raised unholy hell in the courthouse once again. The judge decided to change his mind once again and had me released.

I returned home full of fleas, unbathed for 5 days from fear of being raped and immediately jumped into a hot bathtub where loads of fleas jumped off me. I got out and came into the living room, very depressed at what two lawyers and even the sheriff and guards had told me in jail - that it doesn't matter if I'm innocent because I'm going to jail. I walked to my recliner to sit down not wanting to really talk very much when I heard a squealing in front of my house. I raced out front and found my little tiny miniature beagle who had been run over by a car but was still alive shaking and in shock covered with blood. I covered her up and carried her inside and laid her in my lap in the recliner. What I'm about to tell you I was told by my family because I just don't remember it.

I supposedly sat there for hours holding her, crying and shivering as she died. They took her from me to the yard and buried her for me. For the next 5 days, my family said I didn't respond to anything. I didn't eat, or drink except for a few drops and mostly just sat and stared up at the ceiling all day long. They finally snapped me out of it.

This was the woman I had supposedly been abusing for many years that nobody was able to control at all. She was like a tiger protecting her nest and had shut up and backed down so many authorities that it was just laughable.

The same friend that found the last attorney said he had a tenant living in one of his houses who was a civil right's attorney who might possibly be able to help me. I didn't know at the time that he was incompetent and knew nothing about criminal trials or any other trials in fact. However he did succeed into forcing Judge Fischer to remove Richard Kenlein as my attorney of record. He believed my case and we became friends. He knew of many police, social workers and the government's abuse of people's rights in all kinds of cases and had tried to sue the Government more than once in an effort to get the immunity removed.

I told him I also wanted to sue the government. He was afraid to sue them in Federal Court as he owed Federal Court thousands of dollars due to dismissed civil right's lawsuits due to immunity where he was responsible for attorney's fees. He said we'd file in State Court.

I got a letter from the court telling us of a date that I have to submit myself to Perkins for a complete psychological evaluation and possible confinement for treatment if anything is found mentally wrong with me. I asked him how I could get out of this. Glen said there was a loophole that I can demand the right of an attorney being present the whole time and claim my 5th Amendment Rights on any questions that might be self-incriminating but that I would have to show up. So we did.

They told me to come into a back room with them and I refused. I said I'm charged with criminal charges and while I'm being questioned on any of these charges, I have the right to have my attorney present to advise me how to respond to protect my civil rights. They said, you're just refusing to undergo the psychological evaluation and we'll just notify the court and have you arrested for disobeying court orders. My attorney jumped up and said I wasn't disobeying anything. He said I was only protecting my federally mandated rights to not self-incriminate and to have my attorney present during all questioning.

They said, we can't give you an evaluation then because its all based on self-incrimination so we will notify the court that you refused to take the test. Glen, said you're not immune from lawsuits and if you're not going to evaluate him I want a letter stating that he did show up with an attorney to submit to the psychological evaluation but was also claiming his rights as a defendant in a criminal case. Sorry to say, we tied up Judge Fisher's courtroom once again for hours on the phone with him from Perkins Hospital. Judge Fischer finally relented and let them type up this letter and give it to Glen stating that I did comply with the court rules.

Within about 2 weeks after I'd recovered from the shock of being in jail, my dog being killed, etc. my 11-year-old son came up missing. He supposedly had gone to the creek behind my house with my tenant. You see we had moved into the basement in order to rent out the first and second floors of our house to survive economically. I ran up and down the creek and all over the neighborhood for 2 hours getting more and more upset at not being able to find my son until I finally collapsed on the floor in my living room unconscious.

My wife had called an ambulance because I found myself waking up with things stuck all over my chest and oxygen over my face inside the ambulance. I guess what woke me up was being terrorized by the words of the medics that they were ordered by the Emergency Room to start IVs on me. I had been accused of being a drug addict by my brother-in-law and I told them "No. No needles in my arms" and I moved my arm away. They said if you're refusing treatment, sign here. You're having a heart attack and we have to help you. I said I don't have time for a damn heart attack, let me out of here. I have to find my son. They had me sign a paper refusing treatment but I was unable to stand.

By then, my son had been found. My wife, son and daughter supported me into the house. For two days I laid on the couch so exhausted that I could barely lift my head having to be almost carried to the bathroom. It took almost a month to be able to walk up and down steps without falling from exhaustion. It was like my arms and legs had their own mind. I was so tired but I had to continue the fight. Over my computer keyboard where my sister does the typing, I keep a little plaque to this very day entitled "Don't Quit" that my family bought for me. Whenever I get upset or depressed I read it again.

I guess by then I was getting the judge a bit angry at me. Glen tried to have the judge recused from the case due to prejudice but Judge Fischer had conspired in my belief with the States Attorney, DSS, and the police department to convict me. So he refused saying there were no biases involved. Against my attorney's advice, he said it would only make Judge Fischer madder if we file a civil rights lawsuit against the social worker, DSS, Howard County, the State of Md. and the Howard County Police. He refused to name Judge Fischer and the State's Attorney's office as respondents saying they were 100% immune and he didn't want any more courts mad at him. However, I didn't care. I wanted a public record of what had happened to me up to this time.

Then we got our court trial date set for the beginning of 87 about April. I forget now. Officer Sid Smith was the first to testify for the State. Man did he change the story from what had really happened that December 18th of 85. Instead of me being a calm and clearheaded person, I was a raving lunatic that he had to physically restrain from attacking my supposed stepdaughter and sister-in-law. My attorney had one question that made any sense of this officer. If Mr. Bly was so out of control and so threatening to his relatives, why wasn't he arrested or the relatives removed immediately? Why did he just leave doing nothing? He stated in his opinion he'd calmed me down enough that the situation was no longer out of control.

My attorney also asked him if my stepdaughter had hit him? He said absolutely not. Supposedly my sister-in-law and this young woman were sitting in the corner shaking and crying about how I had terrorized them. My wife had collapsed and almost died from a perforated stomach ulcer on December 15th. December 18th is the date that Officer Sid Smith came to my house at the behest of my in-laws. Officer Hammond continued to lie concerning his Swat team on December 22nd, 1985 to my house. He said I was unruly, uncooperative, resisting, screaming, yelling, fighting, etc. that he physically witnessed bruises on my step-daughter's arms where she claimed I had beaten her that day. There were no bruises because all I had done was smack her on the butt and put her in the corner. My attorney had the same question for him "If you witnessed signs of abuse and Mr. Bly was so completely out of control threatening everyone, doesn't State law require you to remove the abuser or the abused immediately??? He reiterated that everyone calmed down enough that he could leave and denied slamming me against the wall.

The next witness against me was Officer Robert Bates. He said the girl came to him with stories of abuse. That the in-laws stated that they witnessed the abuse. He said that under the law, he had to act so he, at my request???, had an interview with us (interview???). My attorney demanded immediately a suppression hearing as we'd received an outline of his testimony prior to trial that stated that he's going to testify that I confessed to being guilty of everything to him. The jurors were removed and we went into a suppression hearing. He got on the stand and said after I demanded an interview with him that I was unruly, refused to leave the interview and kept saying that I did it but it was an accident that I didn't mean to abuse this girl.

This was the friendly interview in January of 86 that my wife had forced her way out of the room by shoving Officer Bates aside. He also asked Officer Bates if they had ever interviewed the girl prior to this and he said "no, he'd only interviewed the brother and sister-in-law who had witnessed the abuse".

Then I took the stand. Of course I didn't know he had interviewed the girl prior to interrogating us at that time, all I knew was he demanded the hearing at the police station under the threat of arrest that I had denied every accusation that the girl had made against me. Of course Judge Fischer denied the suppression of my so-called confession.

The jury returned and Officer Bates restated all this again saying I confessed everything to him but had said it was an accident, I didn't do it. He even threw in that he thought I was quite mad because I was always hysterical. He had his lines very well rehearsed and my attorney was not able to break him down. Officer Bates also committed perjury on the stand with what the stepdaughter had supposedly told him concerning the accusations of abuse. She told him I accidentally touched her chest one time. He stated that she told him that I constantly fondled her breasts. She told him that I fell on her a couple of times with her legs spread apart. He stated on the stand that she had told him that I forced her down, forced her legs apart, and rubbed my penis against her vagina to get an erection and she could feel my erection. I supposedly had done this daily on a secluded private out-of-the way living room couch with 5 children running all over the place. Remember these key points.

The next witness was a supposed INS worker named John Farley. The State asked him about care and custody because that was one of the crucial things they had to prove in child abuse against me. If I didn't have the care and custody of this girl, they had nothing. So the INS agent testified that on the day of their arrival I signed a document taking full care and custody of this minor child.

Immigration law states that non-blood related people can go to hell basically. Remember U.S. Code Service Title VIII USC, 1151-3-4 that I referenced previously that was against the law for me to sign anything except financial responsibility. Only blood relatives can ask information, file paperwork or sign for care and custody of minor children. Every letter for 10 years I had written to Immigration my wife HAD to sign because Immigration would never discuss anything with me because I was nobody according to their own laws. The only thing I had signed for my wife's relatives and daughter was 5 individual support papers saying that I guaranteed the government that I would be financially responsible for 3 years time. Immigration law stated each and every person whatever their age had to have somebody sign financial responsibility for them. This supposed INS agent produced 3 financial responsibility papers. My attorney asked him where the other 2 were, and he stated that were not needed on the nephews which was another lie of his. My attorney went on to demand to see the supposed care and custody papers I had supposedly signed on the day of their arrival were? John Farley witnessed he had seen them but they had apparently become misplaced and he was unable to bring them to court. If you remember nobody was at BWI Airport with the relatives or us to sign anything, nobody at all. The INS would not have waited to bring her all the way here to then sign care and custody of her. My attorney further asked him concerning the financial responsibility paperwork did it mean that Mr. Bly had to have them live in his home? He said No. Did Mr. Bly have care and custody by these financial responsibility of his brother-in-law and sister-in-law and these 2 children? He said No. Let me explain what financial responsibility is. It means that it is needed by the government to ensure the government that the immigrants will not become a welfare burden or a deport person to the government for 3 years. That the person signing these papers could be anybody anywhere, friends, ministers, even businesses could sign financial responsibility papers to help the families bring their relatives here. The government just needed a signature on the dotted line showing financial responsibility for 3 years if necessary.

Now back to this supposed INS agent. My attorney asked him where this so-called paper of care and custody I had signed was? I never saw anybody at the airport and neither had my wife. In fact we hadn't signed anything for over a year. The only way we knew they were going to be at the airport and at what time was Catholic Charities who had escorted them to New York International Airport, called us and asked us if we were able to meet them at BWI? If not, they could have a local worker transport them to our home for us. We had waited so many years, my wife even wanted me to drive to New York to pick them up but they would be here in two hours and it would take 3 hours to drive to New York. This really upset me because I had sponsored other Vietnamese during the years and I knew he was lying against their own rules and how could a Federal official be part of this conspiracy to commit perjury against me and jeopardize his own job???

The court was postponed for a day and the next witnesses to be called were my brother and sister-in-law. I had a great idea. My attorney ran and got me a subpoena of the Anne Arundel County Social workers and their files concerning the in-law's welfare fraud. Also that day, I called Immigration in Baltimore Investigations Department where John Farley swore he worked and nobody there had ever heard of a John Farley, past or present.

We hadn't questioned his identity in court or checked his credentials. Who knew we had to?? I called around to personnel in INS in Washington and Baltimore to see if any office had hired a John Farley in any capacity? They stated no, they never heard of a John Farley. The court had already dismissed him so we were not allowed to recall him. We have never been able to locate this man.

The next day at court my brother and sister-in-law showed up. In the hallway my brother-in-law told my wife he's going in there and tell them what a good person I am and how all these police officers are lying about what he supposedly had said to them. Of course, my wife is sequestered so she never heard what was going on in court. The judge stated that the welfare workers didn't have to stay but my lawyer convinced them to have them remain in case they were needed but the records would be sealed and only the Judge could order them opened.

My lawyer was outraged but with the records of welfare fraud, the State decided not to call my brother and sister-in-law. Instead they called the so-called stepdaughter. The stepdaughter recited everything perfectly in English as if she had it memorized of me forcing her down and rubbing my penis against her vagina while fully clothed, me having an erection, touching her chest, and exposing myself to her on a daily basis.

When my attorney started to question her because the charges stated I had done this on or about July 15th 1985, I knew we had her because of the Summer out-of-school date. The front door of my house separates the living room from the dining room with a staircase in between them to the second floor. In the back of the living room was a door to the backyard who's lock was broken and had glass windows with no covers or curtains of any kind on them. She stated that it always happened on the living room couch during direct. My attorney asked her about the relationship of the couch to the front and back door and where the kitchen and bathroom were also accessed only by way of the living room to get to. Another words if any one of my 3 American born children or the 2 nephews went to get a drink, go to the bathroom or go to the bedrooms, the living room was wide open to all of them. The girl also stated that my wife is her mother. Her name is Ngoc Hong Doan, born January 26th, 1970. She had rehearsed so well that it sounded like a tape recording. Everything was told by her in excellent English.

Meanwhile I went downstairs to see if I could see my file. The clerk opened my file and there are the welfare papers on my in-laws. I asked for copies of them for my attorney. Cheerfully, he made them and they clearly showed welfare fraud.

Then my lawyer decided to start to cross. The first thing he asked concerned her identity. He asked, "didn't you tell people that your mom died in Vietnam and she was Viet Cong?" She answered that she was kind of a step-mom. Then Glen asked her "Didn't you tell Dr. Rapp, the psychiatrist from the County that your mother had a heart condition in Vietnam and you missed her and your brothers and sisters deeply?" She said those were kind of step relatives too. He asked her to identity her mother. Ngoc began to cry so I told Glen not to hurt her and to change the questioning please. He asked her "Did you state that Mr. Bly is your step-father?" Answer "Yes". "Did Mr. Bly on or about July 15th, force you onto the living room couch spread your legs apart while rubbing his penis against you while fully clothed?" She stated "Yes, that happened". "Did he have an erection at that time?" "Yes" she responded. "Didn't you state during direct that you knew nothing about sex?" "Yes". "Then how do you know what an erection is?" She could not answer and started shaking and rolling her eyes.

I must tell you now that we noticed that she shook and rolled her eyes every time she was about ready to lie or was caught in a lie. It was a dead giveaway for anybody who was paying attention to her. She also hesitated in her answers when she didn't know what to say because she was caught in a lie.

Glen noticed then and we started to have fun because we always knew when she was lying and could always trip her up. We knew the living room couch was a lie in the middle of the Summer as my 2 small nephews and my 3 American born children were constantly running through the living room and when she remembered that on the stand, her answered changed to it had happened up in the bedroom. I don't want to keep going on concerning her testimony but we got her caught in her lies within 2 hours, yelling she didn't know what I had done, where I had done it, or when I had done it but that I had done bad things to her.

The judge and the States Attorney said she doesn't seem to understand any English and demanded the interpreter they had in the other room be brought in. He was employed by the County Government and had been programmed to know all the answers that would be appropriate to give. This was in the middle of cross after 2 hours and completion of cross when this happened. We strenuously objected but to no avail. We had totally dismantled their case, one lie after another.

Now we were ordered to start cross all over again from the beginning because the jury now was told she couldn't understand or speak English. It was funny that she could answer the questions so easily on Direct in English.

Glen started over. Question after question that he asked she blurted out the answer in English before the interpreter could open his mouth. The judge and the prosecutor got angry with her and told her to only speak Vietnamese and to wait for the interpreter to give her the question and then give us the answers. She kept on making mistakes by answering and they continued to warn her not to speak any English. She started blurting out that the interpreter didn't know how to interpret and she had said ulcer not cancer was why my wife had gone to the hospital. I was able to pick up quite a bit of her Vietnamese and I discovered as did everyone else that the interpreter was telling her how to answer the questions and then he would answer what was profitable for the State. An interpreter is supposed to repeat word for word in the native tongue and not add anything to it. Then they are supposed to translate word for word the witnesses' statement back to the court. This wasn't happening. With every question her and the interpreter fought back and forth as to what the answer should be in Vietnamese. We objected that this interpreter was literally telling her what to say but we didn't have a legally licensed interpreter to counter with - only my own words.

The judge stated, of course off the record, that maybe she did not understand the questions and translations and that's why the interpreter covered back and forth with her on and on with each question. We were still able to corner her down to she didn't know where, when, what or how except that I did bad things to her all the time. We quit the cross.

Glen went back to the judge’s chambers to talk with the judge and the States Attorney. He returned and took me and my family to his office across the street from the courthouse. He told us, we've won the case and you already owe me close to $10,000, we should rest. We don't need a defense unless you have more money for me. He assured us that there was no way we could lose. My wife and children and all our witnesses were of no concern to him. He also didn't care about the welfare fraud. He said I had won. They didn't prove the charges lodged against me or the so-called acts I had supposedly done. The judge had also offered him that I could still take the plea bargain or a 4th degree sexual offense at that time which was a misdemeanor and I would get probation and be required to attend counseling. I refused. I wasn't about to plead guilty when I wasn't.

Of course my wife and family and all our witnesses had all been sequestered and did not know any of what had gone on in court. My wife was insistent that she didn't want to hurt any of her relatives if it was not necessary but knew I was innocent. We rested. The judge looked at me and said Mr. Bly are you positive you want to do this? I said "Yes". He said you're making the biggest mistake of your life.

To insert here concerning Glenn and his newly married wife, Joan. About 3 months prior to my trial just after they got married, Joan, I believe, not only being an alcoholic and abusive towards Glenn was also extremely jealous of me. I'd been living and sleeping with my family at his office, running errands and completely built shelving and bookcases, coat racks, etc. and had organized his office from being a large pile of trash in the middle of the floor where he couldn't possibly find anything to a well organized law office. Joan started in at him to not defend me. She said if this girl says he's guilty then he's guilty and she hated child-abusers and for him to not have anything else to do with me whatsoever. She wasn't shy about it either. She ranted and raved with the smell of alcohol on her breath at me and her new husband concerning his defense of me. For the last 3 months prior to trial I and Glenn had to set up a system to meet surreptitiously when Joan was not present. This was very hard and she would sometimes catch us and start venting at us saying I was guilty and should be put in jail for life for molesting children. She didn't give a damn what witnesses I had because according to her rules children never lie. She did attend court hearings at my trial because she knew shorthand and took notes. She glared at us and gave her husband an ugly look every time it looked like he might win a point. I feel that this was another reason Glenn did not want to put me on the stand or any of my witnesses because she was there and there would be hell to pay. The only way it looked to him to save his marriage was to ensure I was convicted as I look back with 20/20 hindsight.

Glen moved for dismissal which of course was refused. The States Attorney went first. She summed up direct that I was crazy, out of control, needed help according to her witnesses from the police department and that I had done this, this and this against the child.

Glen got up there and for an hour and a half had to go through every minute detail that was not important as his closing argument. He never once said that I didn't do it as he thought it might be illegal to say that since we had not put on a defense. The jury was falling asleep and I have to admit he was boring as hell and didn't make much sense most of the time. All he should have done was state that the jury could not convict because of their inability to know what I had done, where I had done it, when I had done it and it wasn't enough for the alleged victim to say she couldn't remember anything except I did bad things.

Then the States Attorney got up there which my sister who is typing for me will sum up because she attended the closing sessions and heard the States Attorney.

This woman got up there and pointed at the defendant, Raymond, and said "you never once heard anybody say he didn't do it. Therefore, under the law, you must convict him of child abuse. If he hadn't done it, where were any witnesses to prove it? while pointing and looking directly at Ray. She also went into my Vietnam service which was an easy tour I never once had to shoot my weapon and didn't witness any atrocities much less have lingering nightmares as many of the veterans do have. She looked at me and said there was absolutely no evidence that I didn't do it and, therefore, the law says they must convict me.

The jury went out. It was lunchtime so they ate lunch for 25 minutes, came back in and voted to convict me. This was a very devastating blow to me and my family. The judge still in private asked me if I would now take the plea bargain and he would set aside the conviction. I told him no. Glen moved for an appeal.

I ran outside to see if I could find the jury foreman to ask him why they convicted me. I saw him and walked up to him. He started yelling for me to stay away from him or he'll call the police. I told him I was no threat to him, I just wanted to know how they could convict me when there was no evidence of any precise act, date, or whereabouts and that all Ngoc said was that I supposedly did bad things. He admitted that they weren't sure what I had done but he did say that the one thing he absolutely didn't believe was me exposing myself. He said that didn't fit in with molestation and child abuse in the jury's opinion. An exposer is an exposer not a sexual molester in the jury's opinion. He also didn't believe Ngoc when she said she knew nothing about sex. I asked why did you convict me when you didn't know when or what I had done. He stated "because the States Attorney said it was the law". There was no evidence that I did not do something so they had no choice but to find me guilty". He then went on and started talking with me - no longer afraid - stating that if there was any iota of evidence I had not done something, they were ready to acquit. They'd already discussed it prior to the closing argument that they thought I was innocent. He asked me why I didn't take the stand and say I didn't do it? Their only conclusion was that I must have been hiding something I had done to this girl. I told him no, it wasn't because I was hiding anything but my lawyer had told me with my nervousness and mental condition and his legal fees and the fact that he thought for sure I wouldn't be convicted, to not take the stand. This man's name I talked to was Daniel T. Rupinski, Sr and his phone number is 410-465-9451 as of 4 or 5 years ago.

We started the appeal's process. Meanwhile Glen and I got a premonition that this honorable (??)judge was going to dismiss our civil right's lawsuit. Glen was in Shreveport, La, where his mom lay sick and dying so he walked me through the typing of the paper to cancel and withdraw this lawsuit from the State's jurisdiction. The next morning I was at the court at 8:00 A.M. and had the court stamp their copy and my copy in their clock. Two days later, I got a letter from the court stating from Judge Fischer that the civil right's lawsuit is dismissed with prejudice. I checked the court records and found that he dismissed it at 8:31 A.M. that very morning only 31 minutes later. So we typed up another motion to Judge Fischer that his dismissal with prejudice is moot. He cannot dismiss something that has already been withdrawn. We fought with him over this issue for close to 2 months. He finally relented and agreed that it had been withdrawn before he dismissed it.

Glen returned to town the last day the appeal's brief is allowed. He boggled it terribly but I still ran it up to the court and submitted it. Of course it was denied. We submitted many motions to set aside the conviction, overturn the conviction and to stay the conviction all to no avail. Judge Fischer was determined to keep the conspiracy quiet.

We also did a lot of appeal briefs and while doing them I called the newspapers, wrote them letters, etc. to no avail. The newspapers stated that I was a drug addict, baby-killing Vietnam veteran who had tortured and abused my American family as well as the immigrants who had come here. They also said my wife's relatives including her daughter were model citizens they had been told.

In the mid to late 80s not only the Circuit Court of Howard County but Nationwide was convicting people of child abuse at an alarming rate. There were more child abuse cases in Howard County than all others combined. Hysteria was running wild. It made headlines for prosecutors that wanted to continue their political careers or wanted to be re-elected.

Months went by and Glen's mother died so he was forced to return to Louisiana to handle her funeral and estate. Meanwhile my sister helped me to type a very nasty letter to Judge Fischer telling him exactly how I felt about the American court system and him, personally. I knew that he knew that I was innocent. I also knew he felt he could not let this conspiracy to frame me see the light of day. He refused to let anything be decided by a different judge. I even got a Writ of Habeas Corpus and a hearing date from an Anne Arundel County judge for two days before it was dismissed and sent back to Howard County.

Once again, we started the appeals but quess what? Judge Fischer had been appointed to the Appeals Court. He did recuse himself from actually ruling on them but his friends that he had made denied everything.

12 months, 2 weeks later I went in for sentencing. Judge Fischer was sent back down to handle the sentencing in my case. He brought up my letter and said he'd never been so insulted in his life. I thought I was going to get life. The States Attorney started to demand that I get 3 life sentences with no parole for my many crimes that I never had repented of and because of my nastiness towards the system.

Glen did have a good argument. I had a wife and 3 children at home that needed me, that we were a very modest family barely surviving, and they needed me desperately back home. Knowing I was innocent, the Judge gave me partial supervised probation for 3 years after suspending a 5-year sentence. The States Attorney jumped up and down literally screaming at him until the judge ordered her to sit down and shut up. He stated he knew I wouldn't obey any court orders and that's why he gave me unsupervised probation with no counseling requirements. As my letter had stated "Kiss my ass. You may control my body but you'll never control my mind and I refuse to submit to any supposed authority this court may think they have."

Without the help of Glen, I filed a 50 page complaint against each and every person involved in the conspiracy to frame me and convict me that aided and abetted an illegal alien, that aided and abetted welfare fraud by my wife's relatives, all of which are Federal felonies. My attorney had advised me that I would just anger the Federal District court judges if I named names involving employees of the State, the Police Department and the court persons involved. Essentially if I named Judges or prosecutors of Howard County because they are 100% immune from prosecution no matter what they do but I wanted it all on the public record because I feel that one day that the way this government is treating its own citizens, it will be overthrown like the Soviet Union split up and may then be held accountable for their actions against the citizens of America.

Of course the next day after I submitted my complaint, the judge did dismiss - with prejudice - all the prosecutors and judges I had named and the acts they had committed against me. This was fine with me because now it was a matter of public record that I had accused them. The Federal Judge also dismissed 2 of the 3 police officers and 2 out of the 3 social workers with qualified immunity saying they were only doing their jobs.

Meanwhile I wanted a public record of everything so I filed lawsuits against this illegal alien, my in-laws and also against Richard Kinlein - the one who had me declared insane - and against the foster home and the foster care system. I will go through these shortly and briefly.

1. I filed motions of discovery against the foster care home. Howard County court dismissed it after hiring the foster care home providers with top-notch legal attorneys for immunity reasons stating that I had no legal rights to sue the foster home because she was not my step-daughter - and she was, in fact, nobody to me or my wife.

2. The lawsuit against Richard Kinlein was immediately dismissed with prejudice also by the same Judge Nissal who had been a personal friend of Judge Fischers for over a decade prior to this.

3. The lawsuit against my in-laws was attempted to be dismissed when I hired Glen to stop it from being dismissed. He did stop it from being dismissed but the judges refused to put sanctions against my in-laws lawyers for failure to provide the discovery requested. Of course my in-laws also had free attorneys that the State provided them with. One of them was from our area in the Annapolis Assembly by the name of Robert Flanagan who was hired pro bono by the State to represent my in-laws. The biggest law firm in Howard County that had a cheap attorney named David Hjortzenborg (now deceased) represented this illegal alien,. How can a delegate knowingly represent my in-laws who had committed fraud against the welfare system, Hud and Immigration? Of course the Howard County courts kept refusing and refusing to let me have a hearing, answer my motions for sanctions or require my in-laws to submit to discovery.

I started putting motions in requesting a change of venue due to prejudice to the Anne Arundel Court system. Meanwhile, after this was granted, I made a deal with David Hjortzenborg. I told him that I was requiring his client, Ngoc to submit to DNA testing with my wife. I did not care what the outcome was but I would agree to dismiss the complaint against her alone after she submitted to the testing. He agreed and had his client report to South Baltimore at the Md. Medical Laboratories where sanitary conditions existed. Upon her arrival, they took a picture of her and had her sign a notarized statement that it was, in fact, her and took her fingerprints. Another words they were 100% thorough taking all the samples they needed to do a complete DNA analysis. This was in 1990 where I paid a thousand dollars for this testing. Within 8 weeks they called me and stated this was not my wife's biological daughter 100% guaranteed. I asked if she might be a relative because she had once claimed to be her niece - her mom being my wife's sister? They stated that she was not close relative according to the test but that she was a relative. Everybody in Vietnam is a relative of each other. For thousands of years they told me, they had been an extremely secluded country which has led to their population today from a few people a thousand years ago. Its like he referred to AKC registered German Shepherds. Every German shepherd in the world is a relative of the rest of them but this woman was not a close relative like a daughter, niece or first cousin of my wife.

To go back to Congressman McMillan's reply letter to me from Bangkok, Thailand, dated July 10th, 1987 the Embassy assured Mr. McMillan and me that short of them being at Ngoc's birth, they could almost guarantee that this was my wife's natural-born daughter and was not an imposter as they thoroughly had checked everything out. I had immediately after that January 2nd episode where this woman had laughed and said she was not our daughter and the police had reiterated during that so-called friendly??? interview that my wife's brother and this woman had stated to them that she was not my wife's daughter. I called Immigration demanding to know who she was?? Letter after letter I received from Immigration stated that this was, in fact, my wife's daughter and that they had a complete system set up not only in Bangkok, Thailand but in Vietnam to ensure that only the proper persons would make it to America and they guaranteed that the proper person, i.e., my wife's natural daughter was the person who, in fact, had come.

To insert something else that since that January 2nd where this woman had laughed at us that she wasn't our daughter, I and my wife had written literally a hundred letters to relatives and Immigration demanding to know who this woman was. We called and called up until this 1990 DNA getting cussed out and they all saying we knew who she was and why were we bothering them? Immigration said she was adopted. They were sure. I'll be damned if Ngoc Hong Doan was adopted. Every paper to Immigration, Senators and Congressmen stated why wife's natural-born daughter, yet I did make mistakes sometimes in my wording. I would state my and my wife's stepdaughter. She was my stepdaughter but not my wifes' and sometimes I made an outrageous mistake in referring to Ngoc over the years as my daughter knowing she wasn't but I had started adoption papers in Vietnam on her and when she arrived was working on adopting her again thru legal aid.

I dismissed the lawsuit against her and filed a motion for a new trial with the newly discovered evidence. I hired an attorney named Richard Kovelant for $6,000 for one new trial motion hearing. Our first witness and the first time ever in Howard County Circuit Court was the Md. Medical Laboratories and the DNA results from them put into evidence in a trial. He stated that she was not a close relative let alone my wife's daughter.

The State had no real cross-examination but for 2 hours the judge and the prosecutor inquired about DNA. They'd never actually seen or heard about DNA and wanted to know everything they could about it. We patiently sat and waited through this which cost me $100.00 an hour for this expert's testimony. Then Judge Kane made one of the most absurd rulings that any judge could have ever made in a case. He stated "It doesn't matter who she is, there was still a crime, a perpetrator and a victim so that conviction stands". My attorney went off saying he had denied me my constitutional rights to know who my accuser was and her age. The judge says unless you can get a birth certificate on this woman proving she was not a minor at the time of this assault, I'm not going to dismiss anything. My attorney said he'd never heard such a terrible ruling and that I'd win on appeal for just $10,000 more which, of course, I didn't have. I appealed pro se and, of course, lost because Judge Fischer was in that court now.

From 1988 to this 1990 hearing, I discovered tons of new evidence in discovery requests for my civil rights case. This evidence went to the core of the prosecutor’s case of conspiracy, the falsification of evidence and withholding their findings that she was an illegal alien and not my wife's daughter. I could prove every single word of Officer Bates' testimony in court was a conspired perjury admitted to by Mike Marshall to me. Also at my trial my attorney, Glenn had asked for a Ritchie Review of the Social Services file which contained the complete truth. The truth being that she was an illegal alien. The truth was that I had not confessed anything to Officer Bates. The truth was that they had falsified the allegations that this woman had made into chargeable crimes. The truth was that this woman was not a minor. Judge Fischer of course stated in his conspiracy with the prosecutors and police to me and my attorney at the time of my trial that there had been no exculpatory evidence found in the Social Service files or the police reports.

I filed new Immigration charges with the DNA results. The local Baltimore Department of Immigration, Department of Investigation, didn't do a damn thing in investigating this. What they did do was go down in a mass number to my wife's employer as she was working and demanded to interview her. My wife requested that I or an attorney be present. They threatened her with prosecution and/or deportation of bringing an illegal alien into this country by falsely claiming she was her daughter. They wanted her to sign a paper that she had adopted this girl. She was in tears and very shaken. Here's the U.S. government threatening her with deportation and/or imprisonment. Her local supervisor demanded that the INS stop harassing her and let her speak with me on the phone. I told her not to worry about the threats. She said she would handle it. She signed a paper stating that Ngoc Hong Doan was, in fact, her natural born daughter that she January 26th, 1970 gave birth to and that this girl was an imposter.

Let me insert something else here. To this day, Immigration let this girl change her name and become a U.S. citizen.

Also to go a little bit further concerning this girl, State welfare paid for her schooling and housing. She finally convinced welfare that she was going to rent a room in a high priced home in Columbia with a friend. She neglected to tell them that this was soon to be her husband and they wanted welfare to make the payments on the house for them to buy. This payment for room and board in this house continued for several years until she became pregnant and welfare cut her off. Isn't this just grand? Maybe I should leave the country and come back as an immigrant. Then I could get freebees and off-kilter justice.

I want to talk about 2 things. One is my daughter Linda. As a child, she was totally out of control. She was like I was as a child and she shoplifted constantly. Since I was the homemaker with my store attached to the side of my home, I beat her ass a lot and punished her constantly. I finally broke her from all this by the time she was 6 to 7 years old. This was the only one of my 3 children that I actually beat with a belt across her backside. By 1987, she helped me type the 50+ page complaint against these officials that I submitted to court. In 78 thru 81, even being in elementary school, she was able to read and write so well and use my Atari computer so well that she typed many papers/book reports and made A's in college on them for me. By 1987 she begged us to let her get a job which we did at a local carryout deli a half block from our home. Not only did she put in every minute she could in my store to help me make money, she put in every hour she could at this deli and brought her paycheck home and gave it to her mother to help pay the bills. She went overboard trying to help us in every way, shape and form. To this day she is still trying to help us unlike our other 2 children. I cried when she gave us her paychecks. Looking back I cried for her at how much of her childhood she had lost trying to help us. Doesn't this sound familiar as a reflection of myself? Linda is still trying to help us. She brought us a brand new very expensive couch for our living room to replace a 30-year old one that was propped up by wood under the cushions to hold it in place. She missed out on sports, social life and everything growing up and I will never stop feeling guilty about that.

The next thing I want to talk about is from the time my brother-in-law and his family moved out in 86 to when I won the lawsuit against them in 92/3. When they moved out of my home in January of 86, they had convinced a lot of people that I had stolen their money so churches and charities totally footed the bills for them to rent their new apartment in Glen Burnie. They had signed a one-year lease. As far as I've been told they didn't spend a penny on that apartment in the 2 months they lived there until Mike Marshall got them almost free housing in Columbia, Md. An organization named F.I.R.N. also was able to give them money to help them in Columbia. Somehow, my brother-in-law had talked his company to Howard Community College for a welding degree that tripled his pay. Within the first 2 months of living in Columbia, they brought a brand new Ford Van and I was told they paid $5 to $7,000 in cash down for it. My sister-in-law who was untrained in a field but could have done many jobs in factories, etc. was given complete beautician school training by the State of Maryland. Within the next few years they bought a very expensive and very large house next door to Columbia and put I have been told close to $50,000 down on it. My sister-in-law probably cheated the IRS like most beauticians and nail cosmeticians normally do. When confronted by the authorities on this issue they said they had borrowed money and the other relatives swore to it. They had to have been cheating the Section VIII Housing laws. Then in 1987 I filed a lawsuit against my brother and sister-in-law as well as this illegal alien they had brought. I claimed fraud, larceny, etc. and that they had brought an illegal alien here posing as my wife's daughter. They refused to have any discovery done, submit to any depositions, etc. As I stated earlier, the girl's case was dismissed for undergoing the DNA procedure. I put my relatives in for sanctions etc. for failure to comply with all discovery requests. Howard County court, Judge Kane, Nissal and Dudley didn't give a damn but were hoping to just dismiss all this like they had everything else. I finally, with a lot of pressure from writing to my senators and Congressman, Governor and news media made the judges of Howard County transfer the case to Anne Arundel County Circuit Court in Annapolis. The judge there said he wasn't going to put up with any shit from Robert Flanagan and that I had the right to take discovery of his clients so I started. I also told Robert Flanagan in a passing word to make him feel like an idiot to go look at my brother-in-law/his client's home that they put $50,000 down on while supposedly impoverished and couldn't afford an attorney. He was working for them free from the goodness of his heart feeling sorry for them. He immediately began charging them I was told by friends of my in-laws. I had submitted to court overwhelming evidence pointing to their guilt that they had committed fraud and larceny in obtaining monies from me and my wife for this illegal alien they had brought to America. The judge in Anne Arundel County during a conference in his office with my brother-in-law and his attorney along with I and my wife stated to Mr. Flanagan that by the preponderance of the evidence he has read in the case, I have a huge prima facial case and would probably win. Mr. Flanagan went on and on that I could not have a jury trial because I wasn't a lawyer and there would be constant grounds for mistrials. I said O.K. I'll have a judge do the judging because I saw that for the first time in any court system, justice might prevail. Mr. Flanagan still objected to me representing myself saying it would be a circus in the courtroom. The judge said he would deal with it as it came along but I was conducting myself in a very moral/ethical fashion and seemed to have a very good grasp of the law. Mr. Flanagan asked the judge if he could talk to me privately in the hallway. In the hallway Mr. Flanagan stated that his clients wanted to settle and what were my conditions? I stated that they had to admit this was an illegal alien and to pay me restitution. He said his clients refused to admit any wrongdoing but that he could write up a statement saying that due to overwhelming evidence and the likelihood of losing, my clients not admitting any wrongdoing hereby agrees to settlement. He asked me how much I wanted? I should have said $100,000 but I only said $1,000 because my wife still didn't want me to hurt any members of her family. She just wanted to kill them herself. We agreed upon these terms which was another mistake in my life. I knew I had won, they knew I had won with the evidence I had but here, again, the evidence was hidden from the public. My sister-in-law's name is Minh Mai. My brother-in-law's name is Thien Doan. The women’s name I think is now Ngoc Thi Nguyen.

To bring up another thing which I pursued right after my sentencing is that I contacted the F.B.I. several times by phone as I kept finding numerous bits and pieces of evidence to show that this woman was a illegal alien and that the prosecutor falsified a lot of evidence. They didn't care until about 89 or 90 when I wrote them a nice detailed letter outlining the complete falsification from start to finish of all testimony and evidence against me. I also stated the fact that according to the Immigration and Naturalization Service that John Farley who had completely falsified evidence and committed outrageous perjury against me , INS had never heard of a John Farley - and neither did any of the FBI's local field offices. Two FBI agents called me up and asked if they could come over to review all my evidence. They showed up hours later and took a look at the piles and piles and boxes and shelves full of my evidence. They said all of it doesn't mean a damn thing and that there's nothing I can about my conviction but they would like to see the transcript of John Farley's testimony because they were unable to find a John Farley employed by the INS. said that would be the only thing they would be pursuing and they would get back with me shortly. Several months later I called the F.B.I. forgetting the names of the agents who had come to my home. According to the FBI they had no record of my letter, complaint or any agents ever coming to my home. I feel this was just another thing in a series of things nationwide to hide the fact as to how crooked our justice system is from the average citizen.

Now for my Federal lawsuit that was filed in the Federal District Court in Baltimore, Maryland with a Judge Garvis presiding who hates, I've been told by attorneys, people who try to sue the government and their officials and if I had had a lawyer, the case would have been totally dismissed before any hearing was ever held. Thank God for Federal Guidelines for judges. They have to bend over backwards for pro se litigants. I didn't know this at the time and simply thought he was an honorable judge that would let me present my case in front of a jury. Within 2 days of filing the civil right's complaint, he laid down an order dismissing all prosecutors and judge Fischer saying they were 100% immune to do anything they wished to do in court. I found out that their immunity extended to even hiring people to commit perjury in court. Prosecutors are also totally immune criminally and civilly to falsify evidence and instruct clients to commit perjury in order to get convictions. Judges are so immune in 2 centuries of ruling by our supreme court and even dating back to the English Court System that our courts were based on could pull out a gun in the middle of a trial and execute the person charged with the crime and suffer no consequences. Not that I've ever heard of this being done, but they could. Most judges in most counties and States are either appointed or elected one time for life. It is extremely hard for the judicial body of the county/State to remove a judge from the bench if they refuse to go.

In the next few days they got a Motion to Dismiss the rest of the case from the State of Maryland, Attorney General's Office and the Howard County Office of Law. Ms. Greenberg was an Asst Atty General and Todd Taylor who I ate lunch with who marveled at my legal skills represented Howard County from the office of law. The judge took a big hatchet and dismissed everything and everybody except Michael Marshall of DSS and Robert Bates of the Howard County Police Department. Their false arrest of my and my wife at the police station and their conspiracy with the prosecutor in the break-in in my home along with physically attacking my children and my wife. Within the next couple of weeks I filed all kinds of requests for admissions, interrogatories and requests for documents under the USC Rules of Discovery. I also filed requests for depositions whereupon another motion to dismiss due to immunity, the third one, came down. I tried to fight this one as well but to no avail and the judge now dismissed the illegal detainment of I and my wife on January 2nd, 1986 which only left the break-in of our home. I got protective orders from Social Services under Md. Law which the Federal Court has to abide by stating that I could have no records of this illegal woman because it comes under Federal Protection of a Minor in a child-abuse investigation. All records are sealed to protect all those who've given information in the investigation. The judge agrees and gave a protective order hiding all the social service files from me, even though they knew she was not a minor, she was an illegal alien, etc. Next I received a protective order from the INS that I had demanded the right of documents from and to take the deposition of a John Farley. INS stated in their Protective Order Request that there's never been a John Farley working for them first off, secondly under the Federal Laws their agents and their records are 100% immune from having to testify in any court whatsoever in America or the world. Next I got protection orders from Howard County States Attorneys Office stating their records were privileged under Md. Law and that they are immune and exempt under Md. Law from being forced to submit to trials or depositions in any manner, shape or form. Of course Judge Garvis granted all these protection orders. Next in the coming months I got 2 more motions to dismiss from the State and County quoting all kind of different immunity laws stating that the break-in was legal. Under child-abuse laws of the State of Md. a social worker has the right if he believes a child is in danger to enter any home at any time without having to obtain any warrants whatsoever much less permission. Well, this law states if they believe a child is in a life-threatening situation they have a right to enter. Well the child had been in a foster home for 3 months prior to the break-in. Also MD Law stated that if the perpetrator was in the home, they had the right to forcibly enter with immunity civilly and criminally.

Let me insert something I just remembered. March 23rd, 1986 my wife and children accompany me to the court commissioner's office to file a complaint of child-abuse, assault and battery upon minor children with injuries and attempted murder upon my wife against Michael Marshall and Officer Robert Bates. At that time we did not know that the States Attorney Office was involved in directing them to do this. The court commissioner refused to accept it in the beginning but with my demands that he must, he accepted it. Within 3 days the States Attorneys of Howard County who reviews all complaints to see if they have any merit and should be prosecuted, of course, threw it back in my face and said I had to be kidding. You think we're going to prosecute ourselves or the people we directed to perform this action against you and your family? They threw it out and tore it up.

The judge said that he would keep it under advisement but not rule on it until after discovery. The first discovery was a request for admissions with premonitions of what had already transpired as well as already living through it, I wrote up hundreds of requests for admissions from Michael Marshall to see what his responses would be. Being that he didn't know what I now knew, he answered all my questions truthfully. He admitted they had interviewed the girl/woman on the morning of January 2nd at her school with the use of an interpreter. He admitted that they demanded that I and my wife present ourselves to the police station. He admitted that they stopped us from leaving the friendly interview at the police station numerous times. He admitted that this woman had recanted all statements. He also admitted that the very first day that January 2nd, 1986 that she had explained to him while recanting prior to my friendly interview that she was not, in fact, Mrs. Bly's daughter but supposedly an adopted niece and then recanted that statement later about being a niece.

Something else I just remembered that I feel is important that throws out the adoption theory on its ass. I called and called the police department that specialized in aging photos of children who were missing for years to find one Baltimore City woman that had worked with the police and had an exclusive contract with the police only who was an expert in aging childhood pictures to adult images. She told me she was not allowed to do it for me but she felt sorry for us and did it for $100.00. She asked for a baby picture of my wife's daughter, Ngoc and a picture of this woman's mom and dad. We explained my wife had been raped so we didn't know what the dad looked like except that he was of Vietnamese descent. She asked if we had a present picture of the imposter and we said yes. She said she could not have us come into the police department because she would be fired and to meet her on the corner 2 blocks from where she worked in downtown Baltimore. We complied. I was a little bit suspicious but after she said don't worry about paying me now as it will take a few weeks to do this and I will call you. A couple of weeks later she called and we met her at the same corner and paid her $100.00. This was 1992. She said that this woman who had come here posing as my wife's daughter could not be in any way, shape or form the daughter we had left behind in Vietnam because facial features don't change with age. This woman might have some similar features to the naked eye but any expert could testify in court for me that without 100+ plastic surgeries, she could not change the curvature of her eyes, her nose, her mouth, or her skull. And even with plastic surgery you would be able to see some of the scars. She returned our pictures and a large sketch drawing of what my wife's daughter would look like at age 15 or so. She said she might even be willing to go to court in my behalf but I never did take this picture back to Judge Kane because he wanted a birth certificate of this woman. However in my Federal Case I did take this picture and present it while I was taking a deposition of this imposter.

These requests for admissions from Michael Marshall blew me away because I wasn't expecting honesty especially when it nailed the prosecution's whole case against me as being falsified. It made Robert Bates a complete liar in my trial under oath. It wasn't like Mark Ferman who relied on circumstantial evidence on planting the glove and the blood, it was an eyewitness that substantiated my whole side of the story. It not only dealt with the identity of this woman as being false but the whole so-called confession of mine was false. It went almost as far as to say my arrest/indictment was false. I ran back for the 20th time to the Circuit Court of Howard County in the late 80s in front of Judge Nissal to prove that the prosecution's case and their documents had been 100% falsified. Nissal's famous ruling came down. He said I don't care if every word at your trial was a lie, that's not enough to throw out your conviction. I neglected to fight the whited out police report that the State had given me of 15 pages of numbering with only about 3 pages of 3 or 4 lines on them of actual print on them. Most of the whited out portions showed they were lying in court which is why they refused to turn them over to defense. In my Federal Case I did make Officer Bates turn over 9 out of 10 pages of the 15 page report as it originally appeared in their files. Three pages had become mysteriously lost. Supposedly to this very day they cannot be located. I wonder what they said that was so self-incriminating to the police. I also found out why Mike Marshall didn't testify at my trial and had totally gotten out of my arrest on March 21st of 86. This is not a fact but overwhelming circumstantial evidence tends to point to a man that had a passion to help child-abuse victims and knew his job well but when it came down to perjury, falsification of evidence, etc. and the overwhelming proof of my innocence, he refused to participate any further as well as social services as a whole body. Immunity laws were enacted to protect officials from millions of frivolous lawsuits that would be filed believing that they could clean house themselves and these departments would be highly ethical moral people working there. Mike Marshall apparently seemed to be of this ilk. I commend Mike Marshall for admitting the truth to me not only on his requests for admissions and at his deposition taken by me with Hunt Reporting. I do condemn him in caring about the almighty greenback. You remember Paula Jones. Whistle blowers lose everything generally speaking. Mike Marshall was coming up for retirement after many years of dedicated service and chose to keep his mouth shut during my trial and thereafter until I pushed him. He is like all the other people I know in the County that don't and haven't wanted to be seen with me for years now, i.e., police officers, assistant states attorneys, social workers, etc. that has told me that under the Kinlein Administration, falsification of evidence and perjury had become a daily occurrence. Hymes had learned his states attorney's job very well at the feet of Kinlein and carried on the practice to make a name for himself. People are very tired of crime that they want to only elect states attorneys who are hard on crime. I remember TV ads for the mayoral race in Baltimore City several years ago by Kirk Smoke. He was the states attorney for Baltimore City and his platform to become mayor was just one thing - his ability to fight crime. He bragged that he had a 98% conviction rate as states attorney. How many innocent people did he put in jail to get that ratio?

To inject something else, each time I found more evidence to prove perjury in my case or more falsification of evidence that happened or the withholding of exculpatory evidence, all 3 judges Fischer, Nissal and Kane harped that I could probably get my conviction overturned if I filed charges against Glenn Fallon my attorney as being totally incompetent. Glen kept telling me that judges hated him and were trying to get him disbarred, the IRS was constantly auditing him. The whole government was set up to hate and do away with any attorney who handled civil right's cases. If I wanted to go ahead and do it but it still would probably not get my conviction overturned because yes he did make a lot of mistakes, but all attorneys make mistakes. He gave me a guilt trip about his wife and children being thrown out on the street because he couldn't afford to support them as a lawyer. Up until several months ago, I was still feeling sorry for Glenn until I realized that he uses people for his own benefit and doesn't really care much for anybody just about how much money he can get from them. He throws their documents on the floors and in bags and loses them. He forgets to file documents and gets cases dismissed on a timely basis. He just keeps taking on new clients constantly and forgetting old ones who have already paid him to do the work but he forgets to do the work and loses all their paperwork. He incites clients to believe they have a good chance and gets money up front only to have their paperwork thrown on the floor and mixed up with other cases similarly lost. I don't regret helping him because I'm a moral person but I do regret letting him use me and my family for his own personal reasons.

While all the above is transpiring, I'm conducting my requests for admissions, requests for interrogatories, Officer Bates in his answers stated what he had always stated during trial whereas Mike Marshall - who was not part of my trial - told the truth even bringing my premonition of the truth to light. He stated that Officer Bates completely perjured himself at the suppression hearing and that I had never confessed to anything. In fact I had denied everything at that interrogation. That they had interviewed Ngoc prior to my interrogation that day, that they had ordered me to the police station, that they had refused to let me leave and that Ngoc had told them she wasn't a relative of my wife's prior to our questioning at the police station. Man, this blew everything to bits. I took a deposition of Mike Marshall for later use to get this sworn testimony on transcript (I had an account with Westlaw and Hunt Court Reporting Services by this time). In fact I was the first non-lawyer that Hunt Reporting had ever served in depositions. (Westlaw still doesn't know I'm not a lawyer).

I then deposed the Honorable, moral, ethical Officer Robert Bates. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time. I kindly asked him question after question knowing he would reiterate his perjured testimony word for word and he did. After I got through the entire set of lies, I restarted the questioning from the beginning asking Officer Bates why Mike Marshall who had been present totally disagreed with his version of events. I had him in a web of his own lies. He tried to wiggle and squirm out of the questions until he finally blew up. He jumped up and slapped his holster like he might draw his gun stating "Don't blame me. Blame the prosecutors because they told me what to say and what to do. The whole case against me and all witness testimony against me had been falsified. I now had documented proof linking the States Attorneys and circumstantially the honorable Judge Fischer in this miscarriage of justice against me. You'd think I could win.

I immediately submitted motions into the Circuit Court of Howard County which is the only one legally recognized to hear any motions for dismissal of charges or requests for a new trial that they had initially tried. I heard even a funnier thing. They said it doesn't matter who she is, it doesn't matter if everybody lied and all the evidence was fabricated against you because its too late to bring it up. The only thing that will overturn your conviction is a legal technicality where the court erred - not falsification and perjury.

Have you every heard of such a thing in your life?

I appealed for the 2nd time the DNA being the first time, all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States where they refused to hear or even consider my case stating it was not in their interests to hear a case of this sort at that time. They were too busy dealing with gays and abortion issues at that time I guess.

I gave up. I and my wife were basically separated while living in the same house. I still care a great deal about my wife but cannot get over that she lied to me siding with her family during the time I supported them in our home, refusing a police sketch artist who aged a baby picture of my wife's daughter, Ngoc, much less the DNA testing. She still thinks her brother would not have brought a complete stranger over and that this, in fact, is her long lost daughter.

In Federal Court, the State and County demanded the right to take depositions of me, my wife and our daughter, Linda. During the several hours of depositions of me and my wife, the State kept demanding that we had adopted this woman, that I had confessed to this crime or that my wife had confessed to seeing this crime. They couldn't break us and they were losing. We stuck to the truth. Next they took our daughter, Linda's, deposition. They sat Mike Marshall exactly across the table from Linda who gave her angry sneers constantly for 2 hours. She was still only 14 years old at the time and terrified of him. She forgot everything and blanked out her arm being cut or how far she had opened the front door. I crossed her to bring to a point that I had not let her read her original complaint that she had worded herself years before and that in no way, shape or form would I even discuss with her to give the appearance of being having prepped her. This was also a big mistake I made and why the Federal Civil Rights case was dismissed due to immunity.

The next thing is Federal Court. After 6 motions by the State and County to dismiss, the remaining elements of my lawsuits on the grounds of immunity, the State called the girl to the stand. The judge started screaming at me that I could not subpoena this lady for a deposition because I had abused her enough already. He misread the motion for a deposition. It was by the State. He goes oops but then says that it would be in front of open court with him presiding to make sure that my cross-examination would not inflict any further emotional distress on this woman.

The State opens by asking her name, her parentage, and her birthday. She reiterates all her lies about being my wife's daughter, blah, blah, blah. Then the State went into the crimes I supposedly committed against her. I objected and the judge agreed and stopped the questioning by the State that it was irrelevant for civil right's abuse of my family in my home that day they had arrested me. He then allowed me to cross.

Before I started, he threatened me that he would throw the book at me if I harassed or threatened her in any way, shape or form and he had officers present to ensure it. My first question to her is what is your true name? Her attorney, Hortzenburg, yelled 5th Amendment protection and ordered her not to answer.

Their statement to the Anne Arundel County Court stated that there was overwhelming evidence I had and could substantially prove the case against them in front of a jury so they decided to pay me a lump sum while admitting no wrong. This was a month prior to this deposition. David Hortzenberg knew that I had the goods on them so he refused to let his clients answer any questions.

Now back asking more probing questions like her date of birth, took 5 minutes of the judge and court's time fighting the 5th Amendment issues. The judge refused to make her answer again what she had already stated during the States direct of her. The judge finally stated that from now on that he considered all answered under 5th Amendment and I could ask whatever I wanted but only if she felt like she wanted to answer. I went into her mistreatment of me and my entire family in our home, to her identity problem, to her perjury, welfare fraud, etc. Everything was answered for me. Finally. She pleaded the 5th Amendment to every single question upon her lawyer's advice. I also showed the police artist sketch of this daughter and this imposter again took the 5th. However the court and attorneys were fascinated by it as they knew the sketch artist. Everyone gathered around the picture and looked at the imposter.

I decided a month later when this lawsuit was 7th motion to dismiss due to immunity and by the way the General Assembly in Maryland during my lawsuit had enacted to close the various loopholes I had found in the meanwhile and the Court of Appeals in Richmond had refused to reinstate it, to give up temporarily. I actually never gave up. In 92, my daughter, Linda, got admitted into Embry Riddle Aeronautical University in the Aerospace Degree Program. Being a poor man and my daughter unable to borrow $18,000 room and board costs for her freshman year, I took all of my and my wife's savings of almost $15,000 out of my safe and found a house for sale by owner with owner financing near the college in Florida. The house would cost $500.00 a month for payments and I got her 2 roommates who paid the $500.00 per month plus their third of the utilities. This was a great tax write-off and a great loophole. She lived in my home so I could claim her as a dependent. It was a rental house so I could pay her for managing it. It was a very good tax write-off that got me off of all income taxes. My other two children worked overtime to help with this extra $500.00 expense during 92/93/ and 94. Then in 95 my son was accepted to FIT in Melbourne, Florida. I decided that this had worked so well that I would buy him a house but yet I still had my daughter's house to pay for. I borrowed $5,000 from a friend to come up with a down payment with owner financing. My son was only there one semester when he found the college's accreditation had gone to hell in a hand basket. No matter that he was on the honor roll. Nobody would hire him with a degree from that University in Electrical Engineering so he started the paperwork to transfer to the University of Maryland so he could come home and help out again. He had the house sold he got out of college in Florida, returning the $5,000 to me. I returned the $5,000 to my friend and moved him back home. The following year, Linda graduated with an Aerospace Engineering Degree. After spending close to $10,000 in renovating the house from the damage her dog and her roommates had caused in the house, I was able to sell it and able to recover the refurbishing costs. I got my $15,000 back that I initially had put down. I paid off other friends who had loaned me money for court nightmares. Linda got married and moved to Minnesota and got a job at Lockheed where her computer science husband had already gotten a job. Lockheed had Linda go back and get an Mechanical Engineering Degree which was only a few more classes in Minnesota. Meanwhile my youngest daughter, Christina, was looking to go to colleges. If you remember she's the one who was psychologically traumatized the most from all the crap. She was a good child who loved to play sports but lacked motivation for anything. She had basically given up on life after experiences that I had suffered that she had had to witness as a child. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She took a test to see where her talents might lie and computer sciences came up and physical education teacher came up. I advised computer sciences and she agreed. She applied at a list of universities and was denied due to her low grades and SAT scores. She finally said she wanted to go to Embry Riddle because Linda could get her in. And Linda did get her in. I bought the house next door to Linda's house from the same owner who owned most of the block. I spent money modifying the house to make it into a 4-bedroom and was able to rent 3 rooms giving my daughter $700.00 a month income. She partied. She stayed out every night until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. She went to the school gym and played games such as basketball and volleyball all night. She neglected to even attend classes most of the time because she slept until about 4 in the afternoon most days. Her roommates did the same. As far as I knew she wasn't bad as far as drinking, sex or drugs, but she was wasting her life away. She failed all 4 classes that first semester. My 2 other children told me to bring her ass back home but I wanted to give her a second chance just like I'd given Linda who had almost flunked out her first year there. I told her she had to bring her grades up to stay in college and she promised she would. She lied to me for the next few months telling she was passing all her tests and stuff. She flunked 3 out of 4 classes the next semester. She demanded to stay there and go to the community college and pay for it herself. I said no damn way. I have no retirement, no money and I'm underwater on bills again. I've got to sell this house and get out from under the $530 monthly payments. She was pissed and came home. I made her enroll in Howard Community College against the wishes of her brother and sister who said I should put her ass out and make her work. That Fall semester at HCC, she passed 2 classes with a C and a D and failed 2. I said this wasn't going to continue. You get yourself a job and start paying for some of it yourself. The next Spring Semester, she failed 2 classes and passes 2 more with Ds again. The college wants to kick her out. I talked to them and agreed she would take one of the classes she had failed 2 semesters in a row during the Summer and she passed with a C which brought her up to a 2.05 average. She passed both of her Summer classes. In the fall she was working 30 hours a week at the computer lab because she had gained a lot of knowledge and could help other students. She passed all 4 classes she calls it. I don't. She got 2 Cs and 2 Ds. She started college a few weeks ago and for the first time ever I see her sitting on the couch or on her bed with a book in her hand actually studying. I think she finally got motivated. She's even told me she has As and Bs on the past few tests and is proud of herself.

In November of 2000, I put in a request to expunge the arrest warrant and record and the first indictment that had all the wrong dates on it that was dismissed by the prosecutor that they then resubmitted because we refused to allow them to amend the dates and the charges. Wanting this original indictment and the record, of course, the judge denied expunging them saying it was not within his power to do so. Even though they were totally erroneous documents that had been done frivolously to try to make me plea bargain. He also denied a new trial motion as to this woman's identity and the sketch artist drawing that I was now submitting for the first time. He refused to even have a hearing on it. This was Judge Kane again. In this motion for impingement and a new trial, I hinted at the fact that he was part of the cover-up in aiding and abetting and covering up an illegal alien in the commission of felonies against our government and citizens. I put in a habeas corpus in the Federal District Court hoping that I could be heard on the illegality of the arrest report and first indictment, let alone the whole miscarriage of justice in the second indictment/criminal trial and conviction. They basically also told me to go to hell.

By accident and by premonition, we had heard and believed that my wife's daughter had died during the takeover of South Vietnam in 1975. My wife's relative was here visiting from Vietnam. I'm sorry I have to blank out most of this as I did in this motion to the Circuit Court of Howard County but my wife's family’s lives are in jeopardy in Vietnam if this woman's name or identity be revealed in any manner whatsoever. I asked my wife to ask her about our daughter and that we believed she had died in 1975. She stated that with her whole family running for their lives with the enemy coming and shooting and bombing them, she witnessed our daughter being blown up. One look told her and her family's lives to keep running. She and the family had stayed away from their home for several days until things calmed down. This is terrible for just days prior to the communist troops marching in, my brother-in-law and my wife's daughter were at the Embassy begging to please let them come here. Of course the same Embassy employees were there who hated me. When I called them on the phone they told me you're never going to get your wife's family out of Vietnam. We got you.

Now back to this court motion for a new trial that I'd put in late December of 2000, I knew this relative had to leave the country within two weeks in January of 2001 as her visa would have expired. I demanded a hearing for her testimony as to the death of my wife's daughter. I told them point blank that Federal Law and immunity does not go as far as protecting judges and prosecutors from aiding and abetting an illegal alien and conspiring to cover it up outside the courtroom and with their actions in the courtroom clearly demonstrates that Judge Fischer not only knew that the woman who testified was an illegal alien but Judges Nissal, Kane, the prosecutors, the police, social services and even the INS knew this woman was an imposter. The INS had a lot to hide letting sick people into America with contagious TB and secondly admitting they let an illegal alien in and I told them I would try to bring charges against everybody involved in these federal felonies they had committed and I hoped to see their asses in jail one day - which, of course, will never happen because we reward our crooked people with fat retirements. Of course they denied the hearing which I had asked for a closed door one with the explanation that I wanted to keep this woman's identity totally off the record as she had total fear of being identified and her family being murdered. You see blank she us that the sister-in-law of my wife who had come here was a very very bad person. Her parents and her siblings were officers with the North Vietnamese/Vietcong which my sister-in-law's family lived right behind this relative's house. She was a caregiver to my wife's daughter which tells you too much already. Before Judge Kane ruled against us denying any hearing or anything to come out in records, she got so afraid of what might happen to her and her family when she returned to Vietnam that she began refusing to testify. Kane wouldn't hear it anyhow because I still didn't have a birth certificate on this illegal alien. Witnesses and acquaintances of my brother-in-law stated that this imposter had paid them to help her falsify everything to get to America.

I was starting to have my business pick up and I no longer needed employees because my 3 children were old enough to help me run my store and sell my appliances. I was still financially devastated but was slowly but surely climbing back out of debt. I had spent over $100,000 so far and now my oldest daughter was heading to college in 1992. My children came first. I and my wife worked together even though we were no longer physically together to now put that daughter through college with an Aerospace Engineering degree, a son through college with an Electrical Engineering Degree, both earning over $50,000 per year. Now my 3rd child, Christina, started college last fall studying computer science. She isn't doing well because she still has problems emotionally from what the State did to her as a child. She was only 3 to 4 years old at the time when I was scared to hug her good night, play with her or even be close to her. My whole parenting had changed. Stay away from my children and protect them from foster care became my new motto. I and her mom barely spoke. The house was no longer filled with love but only fear and paranoia. My two older children could understand why everything had changed and could learn to live with it but Christina couldn't. Both of my daughters still have nightmares from it to this day and I'm still sleeping on the couch. I and my wife don't fight, we never really did, but the love was murdered by the State and the in-laws and culture.

Four years ago when I went for Agent Orange testing with the VA in Baltimore, they told me I only had 2 or 3 years to live. My whole life the only things I had prided myself on was my honesty and integrity. I want them back. I have over 10,000 full pages + in transcripts from court hearings, the trial, depositions, etc. I cannot afford to make copies but they are at your beck and call.

Please let me hear from you and thank you for reading this.

Sincerely yours,

Raymond Bly

Howard County, Maryland

I wrote this letter to SSI ,on April 24, 2001

To: Social Security Administration

Re: Disability Claim Information

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

In the Fall of 69 I was shipped to Vietnam. We handled Agent Orange daily delivering it to fire support base camps. April of 70 the first Infantry Pulled out and I was shipped North CHU LAI in the Americal Division. By December my body had broken out with a severe case of acne all over me so I went to sick call. They told me they had a brand new experimental drug that I could take for just 5 days that might help me. I took it and it cleared it all up except for my shoulders, neck and face areas. I asked for more but was told no. In January I extended my tour for six months to transfer back down South to continue the paperwork on my Vietnamese wife to bring her to the United States. By February at Long Binh, I came down with a 104-105 degree fever and was in a cold sweat constantly. After 3 days of being in bed two friends helped me go to sick call. The doctors there said it appeared I had malaria but before they could treat me they would have to get 5 full test tubes of blood. I was so weak I could barely lift my arm. They came back 3 or 4 hours later and said most of the tests came up positive for malaria but they needed 3 more test tubes of blood in order to run more tests to verify it. I said damn it, I'm already weak. Will this be it? Because I had passed out for an hour or two since the first blood withdrawal. They assured me this was all the testing they would need to do. Six hours later they came back and wanted 4 more test tubes. I argued and argued and argued. They held my arms down and took the blood forcibly saying they had to do it over a 24-hour period to confirm it was malaria before we can treat you. Several hours later while I had 2 friends visiting me that next morning, they wanted more blood. I told my friends to get me the hell out of there. They made me sign a waiver refusing medical care. I was carried back to my bunk and told them to remove my wallet from my hip pocket and told my friends to buy me as much orange juice and whiskey as they could with it. For the next 2 days, I drank 3 4/5th bottles of whiskey and 5 to 6 gallons of orange juice which was sweated out. By the 3rd day I was able to stand up so I went back to work where I had the biggest surprise of my life, I had two MPs slapping handcuffs on me to physically take me back to the hospital before I supposedly would die from malaria. The doctor was with them fearing I would be in a coma by now. I told them I was fine. He took my blood pressure, temperature, and listened to my chest and said there was no way in hell that I had cured myself from malaria because I had malaria according to all the tests. They let me return to duty.

In November I was discharged from the military so I could obtain my Vietnamese wife as a civilian.

I got a job in the U.S. as a truck driver in 1972 but by 1975 I had a several and crippling deep degeneration of my knees, hips and ankles with a lot of pain with arthritis forming which stopped me from getting any sleep at night. John D. Warren of the Warren Clinic at 321 Prince Georges Street, Laurel, Md. told me for some reason my muscles, ligaments, etc. were deteriorating at a rapid pace in my knees and that I had at the most 5 years of walking left.

Then in June of 79 while loading my truck one leg gave out on me and a 400 lb roll of linoleum took me down on a cement floor injuring my back severely. I went to the doctors and had x-rays. John Warren (who's deceased now) told me I had a curvature of the spine probably from childhood and where normally there would be 3 rectangular white spots on my spinal column, there were 3 in a row triangular white spots where one side in the curvature area of my spine had collapsed. I went for workman's comp and the judge looked at the x-ray and said I actually can see a back injury on somebody. Its the first time in 20 years on the bench that I CAN actually see an injured back. John Warren told me not to lift anything over 10 lbs for the rest of my life and if I hurt my back again I might be paralyzed from the center of my back down. But, for now, when I lay face down in bed, hook my feet on the bottom of the mattress, grab the top of the mattress and gently try to stretch my back back out, this would also help to alleviate my knee pain. For over 6 months I couldn't lift my newborn daughter. Workman's Comp didn't pay me for a year until a judge put the insurance company's lawyer in jail. Then he paid me roughly 4,000 and the lawyer got 50% of it. I could not lay down and die. I'd been going to a local college for several years to learn business management so I could get out of my backbreaking work and into an office job. Even though I have a 2-year degree and over 4 years of credits, nobody would hire me without experience so I borrowed $10.00 from a friend and ran an ad in the newspaper. I will sell your yard sale stuff in my shop on consignment. The response was overwhelming and I had plenty of stuff to sell. Since I lived in a very depressed area where most of the residents received welfare, I utilized the neighborhood kids to do all the heavy work for me under the table. They would come over and I would tell them to move this or that and give them 10 or 20 bucks. By 1982 I found I made the most money on TVs and Appliances which I had been trained to repair in Job Corps. So I quit all the household items except them. I started lifting washers and dryers and re-injuring my back so I hired a few assistants to help me move them

In 1980 and 81, even though I was doing a tremendous business, I discovered having to pay all these people I was losing money so I hired in 1982 an outstanding person where it cut my payroll by 80%. By 1983-4 I hurt my back again and was unable to work and then in 85 my wife's family came from Vietnam and gave me a nervous breakdown with false charges trying to put me jail the rest of my life. Due to the strain and depression and fighting the false charges that my wife's family lodged against me so they could get welfare benefits, I had a heart attack. For the next year I was too weak thru 87 that I could barely stand up. Of course, being me, I refused medical care. By 88 my children were getting old enough to help me in my store. We started rocking and rolling until my daughter went to college in 92. In 93 I hurt my back again and my son learned by 94 how to repair appliances and sell them. By 95 he left for college. I was unable to work almost an entire another year until my youngest daughter came on board to help me in 96 and my son moved back home from college recognizing how much help I needed to survive. I lose a lot of sales because I cannot afford to hire help and when I tell customers I won't drive very far to make a delivery or go up any stairs whatsoever they get angry and go elsewhere. I apologize and tell them I just can't handle it. People know I'm an extremely honest and moral man with high ethical standards. I'm also the most reasonably priced place in the tri-state area and turn out only quality machines that will last my customers years. My son is now a Master Electrical Engineer and has an extremely high-paying job and won't even answer the phones for me. My youngest daughter still helps out by repairing inventory once a week but hides at college the rest of the week saying she's in study groups, the library or classes and sorry dad but you want me to do good in college.

I also had a heart attack at the end of 96 that was a medium heart attack instead of a major one like I had had in 86. I still refuse medical care.

In 1996 I went in for Agent Orange testing as my health was shot to pieces. I had all the symptoms of diabetes, bladder kidney and liver problems. My acne had returned. I was losing my eyesight and my teeth had rotted from my roots up. My dentist said its the weirdest case of gingivitis he's encountered. Usually they rot at the gun level not at the root level. My hearing is also fading. My arthritis and degeneration of all the joints in my body which is documented by the dozen+ x-rays the V.A. took, leaves me with excruciating pain where I am forced to lay down for most of the day. My store has a sign up to ring the doorbell but half the customers can't read apparently and just go away. Other ones ring the doorbell and by the time I can get up and walk the 20+ feet through the hallway to my store, they're already in their cars and pulling out of my driveway. I don't like to watch to TV or listen to the radio. I like to work and keep as active as possible.

In the year 2000 I went fishing every 2 to 3 days in the Summer. I love fishing but the pain of getting my boat off the trailer or back on it got excruciating. After the 5th or 6th fish I caught, sometimes the arthritis got so severe that my wife had to take the pole to bring the fish in. I just bought a new boat for $1500 to have some fun in life. Instead of having an outboard motor to steer, I now have a steering wheel and the motor is key-started instead of with a rope start. The boat easily slides right off the trailer and has an electrical winch instead of a mechanical wench so all I have to do is push a bottom instead of crank. I hope this will help me enjoy a few hours each week coming next week's fishing season. It even has a crank to lift and lower the trailer unto my trailer-hitch where I no longer have to pick up the tongue of the trailer.

According to your social security forms I should be entitled to $725.00 per month for disability. I don't know how in the world I'm supposed to live on this without keeping my business but the most ridiculous thing I see on this form is total family benefits cannot be more than $1100 per month. My wife's form said she would get close to a thousand a month if she went out on disability which she has needed to do for the last 10 years. Where she works is more than 2 dozen people that are as sick as my wife and dozens more of the former employees who are also sick like my wife. This is because of the chemicals they have used over the years to clean greasy clothes for rental purposes. The EPA and OSHA have been to my wife's employer numerous times banning the chemicals they are using to clean the uniforms they rent out. It has caused my wife severe daily/weekly nosebleeds where she has had her nose cauterized many, many times to stop the bleeding. She's had a severe headache nonstop for these 10 years and goes through a huge bottle of extra strength Tylenol every week. Almost daily everything around starts spinning and she falls flat on her face onto the floor. Her company called ITSI in Laurel, Md. puts up with all these employees supposedly feigning and falling because they're afraid of firing them. She is unable to sleep at night because of these headaches and pain. I have been married 31 years to this lady. Do I have to get a divorce so she qualifies for the maximum disability when she takes it next? Please let me know about this because she does have substantial medical records to back up her disabilities starting from over 10 years ago.

I, myself, have very few medical records besides the V.A. About the only time I see a doctor is once or twice a year when I get acute bronchitis and pneumonia caused by my advanced stages of emphysema. I found taking a shot of whiskey at night makes it worse. Even though I find a shot of whiskey at night eases my pain so I'm able to sleep a few hours each night and also helps to thin my blood to keep a stroke or heart attack at bay. For the last year almost every other day and for the last 3 weeks every day my chest has been very tight and I feel like my heart is racing and quivering in my chest and I have trouble breathing and soon I hope to be able to afford the $20.00 co-pay at the doctors so I can see if he can help me.

My eyesight has gotten so bad that my sister does all my writing and typing for over 5 years now. My youngest daughter did my taxes for me this year because I'm unable to read.

Nobody in my family has come down with all these damn symptoms. I have 18 out of the 20 symptoms listed in the Vietnam Veterans of American monthly newspaper that almost half a million Vietnam Veterans have but only the 2 I don't have qualifies you for Agent Orange benefits. How in the hell can hundreds of thousands of people have 10 to 18 markers of exactly the same problems from all walks of life that their only common experience is their service in Vietnam? But our government continues to deny that its related to our service in Vietnam. I now have a lawyer looking into V.A. benefits but he says I have to come up with his expense money which I'm unable to do. I am trying to sell my wife's property at this time because everything has been in her name for several years now and move to a more affordable area in the South.

I know I stated I did not change anything in the beginning from President Bush but we have gone through and corrected some mistakes in typing, spelling and/or wording and added a very few things I also remembered as being important.

I happen to be white but blacks, Hispanics and Jews feel I have it made because I'm white but do they have it all so very, very wrong. Anybody who grows up in the inner city/ghetto has very little chance in hell of making it. Most inner city kids accept this at a young age and stop trying. I was determined to give my children a life as middle class Americans. I have given two of them the ability to be upper middle-class Americans and the third one is now on her way to being middle-class. This Country must change. As a Christian I support socialism. Christ said to give away your wealth and He will provide. Everybody should help each other as brothers and sisters instead of worrying about the all mighty greenback.

First off, we have to stop our military from controlling our government. We've got to bring our troops home from Germany, Japan and re-open our bases here in America. We need to stop being the world's policemen, i.e., wantabee rulers trying to control the world. We should pay farmers to grow food and give it free to the world's impoverished. We should disband all ethnic, religious and other self-centered propaganda organizations in our government that keep us divided, i.e., the biggest one being NAACP - a money-making organization for its leadership. By telling blacks that the whites owe them a free life and that they are the only ones kept in poverty in America is a lie. They are about 10% of the impoverished people in America. My son was raced Episcopalian who attended a new church a year ago with a friend. That church has him believing that the Episcopal Church is not Christian. I understand there are many different denominations of Christian beliefs and practices but throughout the new Testament as well as the old testament Jesus put it very clear. Love the Lord with all thine heart and sole and love thy neighbor as thyself. Why can't the Christian religion alone stand together to fight the atrocities of our government against people who have no way to defend ourselves instead of fighting each other? Even the Muslims and the Jews and the Buddhists and Islamic in our country have bibles that are similar to our bibles. They say similar things of not killing, stealing, bearing false witness, adultery and to love they neighbor as thyself. We need to stand up and march on D.C. and overthrow this government and put half of our government in jail for human rights atrocities against the world and against its own citizens. You've got to remember this America: Less than 1% of the population caused the revolution and our independenc