I do my best to deliver factual information. The "Documents" pages are there for you to look and see for yourself. An innocent man is in prison for crimes committed by the corrupt, who run the reservation the way a criminal organization would run a city if they had all levels of government supporting and protecting them.
There are many more Good People in Spirit Lake than there are corrupt, evil people there. It is the system that is corrupt, evil and I expose here all that I can.
I can be reached at this email: Contact Cat . I respond to most of my emails, however, I reserve the right to not respond to whack jobs. I keep all information confidential. For those who wish to attack, you'll either be ignored, or, if you are really clever, you'll end up on the Moron Squad page. Some insults are more entertaining than others. I share with the class.
For those interested: The 13th Mandated Report is out. No government Agency has yet to properly reply to any of them.
Update on Richard LaFuente
Richard LaFuente was freed from prison June 5, 2014 with no real explanation. He had been turned down for parole the previous June & was not due until 2016. He has no adjustment services to leap 30 years into the present.
Freedom is only the beginning. He and the others falsely accused with him need to be exonerated, and the real killers and their accomplices, held accountable.
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November 22, 2015
She Will Always Be A Warrior--- Printer Version (2)
Robin Poor Bear is gone. The story is that she took her own life. That may or may not be true in the technical sense, but the way I see it, everything she needed to survive and thrive in this world was ripped away from her, repeatedly, as a child. Her life was stolen from her then.
When she fought to protect herself, she fought alone. When she fought to regain herself, she fought alone. Her family did not and could not protect her. Her tribe so used to the screams of tormented children, turned a deaf ear.
As she grew into an adult, and had children of her own, she fought addictions and futility, with the help of a few, but the battles were always hers with or without their help. Some helped, but more of them mocked than helped.
But still, she did not give up. She did not quit. Her spirit fought her demons and for awhile, kept them at bay, but they were always close enough to whisper in her ear.
She fought not for herself, but so that she could protect her children. She fought so that her story could be told, and that took a level of courage that is so rare in this world most people don’t recognize it. Her story, “Kind-Hearted Woman” was a Frontline Special, and it had a follow up. If you didn’t see it before, I recommend you watch all three episodes now.
She fought and made herself strong so that she could speak for others whose voices were trampled by abuse, damaged by addictions. She fought to give them a voice and she fought to help them fight for themselves and she fought to end the horrific spiral of child sexual abuse in Indian Country.
She worked with the tribes, and she fought their corruption. She worked with government and she fought their corruption.
It broke her down, again and again, but each time she gathered the pieces and put herself together as best as she could, to stand up and fight again. It was always for others to have a chance to regain and keep themselves. It was always for others to overcome the damage done. It was always for others to learn.
I never knew her personally. I only knew her story. I only knew what those closest to her would share of her struggles and her triumphs.
She was a victim of sexual abuse, political abuse, spiritual abuse, and too many around her seemed content to let her fail and to mock every effort that she made to survive and to speak the truth to ears that refused to believe such horrors ever happened.
Through it all, she was a warrior. It didn’t matter what others thought of her, she told the truth anyway. It didn’t matter how high of a position the opposition held as they sat across from her, she challenged their lies, emphatically, calmly, and without hesitation.
I can’t imagine the cold and biting sorrow her children and those who loved and cared about her feel now that she is suddenly gone. I can only hope they can find their way to heal and to remember her courage, her strength and her kind heart.
I can only pray that she finds peace. That she finds the kind of peace a warrior should have at the end of a long, hard, battle, well-fought, honestly fought.
Those who never met or knew her, it is a loss they can never realize until they watch her story. Those who knew her and cared about her and fought side-by-side with her will have memories of the kind only warriors know.
Those who mocked her, tore her down, slandered her name, will have nothing. Nor will they be able to find their own courage when they need it most, because they never had it, or it would have shown when she needed them and they turned their backs on her.
She cannot be replaced and her place will be forever empty now that she is gone. Her children can be proud of her for every battle she ever fought. They will have learned from her example to stand up for themselves and for others. Her memory will sing in their broken hearts and make them stronger than she ever was allowed to be.
Her friends, those so close to her, will for a long time, be reminded of her in a whisper, a glance, a kindness that reminds them of something she would do.
Most of all, they will remember her as a warrior who came into their lives when they needed her most, and together they did great things, fought great battles and made a difference in this world.
My heart breaks.
You know where to find me.