January 25, 2015
You might wonder why, being as I had been kidnapped, I would wait a full year before attempting to make a report to the FBI. The reason is that I had been successfully intimidated by all the things that had happened to me in 2014. People linked to the kidnapping event had been making suggestions leading me to believe that it was an organized crime driven event, possibly Mafia linked, and in the immediate weeks following the kidnapping, I had gone to the FBI’s website, and they had an article on the front about an informant or victim seeking help who had been assassinated by the mafia. I sensed that the thing that had happened to me was large and well known enough that the article was there specifically to frighten me, and it was effective.
By the following year, however, I decided to try and make a report to the FBI. I tried to avoid the constant surveillance by using a public access terminal at a quiet location of Portland Community College (southeast campus library second floor) to look up the address for the FBI and associated transportation schedules, but this effort seems to have been thwarted. The surveillance coverage at PCC was really extremely thorough (and included women’s bathroom stalls on both campuses, and gym locker room at Cascade).
In any case, I got on the Max train and traveled to the FBI offices where I was met by a man who introduced himself only as “Bob.” Bob first asked me suspiciously if I had any weapons, something I thought was strange, since everyone is searched as a matter of routine when they enter the office. I really wanted to report the kidnapping event, but I was hesitant because the allegation itself had been used by professionals like Dr Pollack as “evidence” that I was crazy and dangerous. So I started out by describing some of the strange behavior of my digital watch (Casio Illuminator) – alarm or beeps going off at random times or in such a way that it seemed like it was being controlled externally. Bob dismissed everything I said about the watch, saying it was just a cheap watch that was malfunctioning. He said he did not believe that I was under surveillance. When I finally mentioned the kidnapping event he indicated that he believed I was just someone who was psychotic and that I had been rightfully held. He asserted that he did not believe that I was under surveillance, but that I was just suffering from anxiety. This was enough to cause me concern and stop me from trying to make a report since I had already had two different instances of law enforcement officers trying to hold me simply for trying ton report a crime. I asked Bob if our encounter had been recorded. He said he didn’t know, but that it was “a government office.” He then left the room. As I left, I asked the two men behind the counter, the ones who check you in and search your belongings, if they knew this man, Bob, and my recollection is they both claimed they’d never seen him before.
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