Grasshopper's Appeal Part 1.+

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[ Part 1, after the Retroduction, which is mostly a table of contents link.

Grasshopper's Appeal & Habeas Corpus Petition

This is the second installment, not including the Retroduction…where the story starts off. A kind reader voiced a request for the magic subscribe button if you need it, okay, please by all means, welcome aboard the Radio service.

Thanks for reading , , we’ll start right off with a quote from way back when, that caught me as relevant, or , relative, to what is and ain’t going up and down now.

The purpose and function of the law is to legitimize and facilitate the crimes of the elite, to whom it does not apply equally, if at all.

Wow, that was 2010 when i opined that sentiment, which confirms my need to proceed.]

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Part I

Introduction

Call me Grasshopper. It’s my legal name. Or , call me Grass. Or, ‘hopper, or Mister Hopper, as some do, or “G,” or “Gh;” I was often just called “Taxi,” and would respond by transporting you in the belly of a whale, sinking “beneath the waters to the coral sands below,” as Robert Hunter lyricises in the Eleven.

Today I watched a pelican fish for a half hour during my swim in the cove. S/he kept diving into the water, but apparently caught nothing; like a taxicab driver looking for a flag, this pelican seemed to just keep circling the cove empty. I wished i were a fish so i could feed her, flying all alone.

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The purpose of and function of the law is to legitimize and facilitate the crimes of the elite, to whom it does not apply equally, if at all.

The purpose of intimidation and repression is not merely to scare and oppress the victim, but as well to make an example of her, and thereby intimidate the whole community.

Why + What

Why did I write this appeal for habeas corpus? Because my appeal upon the Vandebos is not yet forthcoming. What do I want?

I want my appeal now, without further delay. It’s been over 3 years now, since the Vandebos tragedy. I will happily represent myself, given the ability to do so without getting thrown off my counsel. I want to bring my case on appeal before the court. I will argue to reverse the PC 422 misdemeanor terrorism charge stemming from the Janet Vandebos taxicab fare of 7-26th-2007, and I respectfully request the immediate reinstatement of my Grasshopper Taxicab business as well as redress of related grievances and overturn or reversal of the related Thigpen conviction(s).

A human being, a rather fragile animal creature, is essentially defenseless on his or her own, and left alone in the world, will rapidly perish. It is, in fact, the social aspect of our being that has allowed people to survive, by cooperation and sharing of support services such as to be able to exist. People can and do live remotely, yet still it is in relation to the natural community, and also with knowledge and experience of human cultural relations and supports.

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Our very ability to think is precariously connected to our culture and our upbringing as part of a social fabric.

Solitary isolation

Solitary isolation is an uniquely effective and cruel form of torture. Most indiviuals entirely lose their sense of cohesion within hours, all within two days of segregation from others. Coupled with a restriction on natural bodily movement, the effects of confined solitary lockdown will quickly and permanently challenge the ability of the subject to feel at ease in the world, in stead, imbuing an everpresent and remarkable sense of panic. In a word, confined isolation instills fear in the victim. Fear and terror.

Carol Yaggy sentenced me to serve 4 months in jail at first, plus some year(s?) of probation. I had spent several weeks in jail by then, tortured, prior to sentencing. In that time, I had been placed alone in a cell on a block with several other isolated folks. One had told me he’d been picked up for jay— walking. Although they’d dropped that charge, he was stuck in jail for years on a probation violation as a result, he said. So when I heard Yaggy speak of probation for me, I thought of how I am always walking in the middle of the street, public safety permitting, for this is where I feel safer, and because I enjoy a better view. Call me strange, but not criminal,, for I always thought the street was not just for cars, but for people too. I guess that’s just crazy.

I told Yaggy that I did not want probation, so she sentenced me to 9 months, so I then had to serve, and I served, 6 months in jail, mostly at 850 Bryant, and spent well over half that time in solitary. Did I thank her for the torture after she remanded me?

Zadik Shapiro reguested that I be able to have the sentence suspended pending appeal. Yaggy wanted $100,000- dollars to allow me to stay out, but short of that, she stated that I have “no ties to the community,” and therefore I would have to serve now, appeal later.

My life was destroyed 3 years ago. I have tried to appeal ever since. i have read most of the record of the Vandebos trial. Much of the feeling and quite a few of the verbal exchanges never made it into the record, like the one I just stated, about having no ties to the community. I feel it is critically important to my appeal to be able to tell my story.

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I want to tell you what happened in my own words, with my own voice. This was my tragic experience. Sadly, the appeal itself has not been forthcoming, instead suffering interminable delays that have become equivalent to the torture I suffered from the hands of “Uncle” Milton Shapiro in my first foster home in Baldwin, Long Island. He slammed my head backwards into the wall for half an hour when i was 6 years old, as punishment for some imagined crime of playing in front of the driveway… (Perhaps he already knew I would one day be a convicted terrorist, when I was knee high to a grasshopper. Was he the first punish me?)

…My attempts to get my appeal processing recall the painful terror of having my existence being immediately threatened, my whole being left in someone else’s hands, and mercy is not forthcoming. So, herein, for mercy I humbly beg the court, and an expediting of my appeal, with a speedy overturn of my false convictions. Begging and thanking you kindly at this time…

Overview

A few days ago, I was walking in the middle of Leavenworth street when a cop stops me, and he was talking about giving me a ticket or, since I had no identification, he said ( a new thing , now ) that without ID I am subject to arrest. I’ve seen this happen to others, and I think this is wrong.

Anyway, I told him my name, and said to check me out, and let me know what the record states…but he didn’t. When he heard my name. he said, “oh, I know who you are, what with a name like that…” then he shook my hand and drove away.

In addition to serving as my plea for habeas corpus from the court at this time, I want to take the opportunity to tell my story, of the tragic lost decade of my life. Also at this time I want to straighten out any misconceptions, like one I had heard, that, “oh, weren’t you the guy who was playing guitar naked in Ed Jew’s driveway?” and other such events that didnt’t exactly occur, but have been amalgamated from events that did, elsewhere, differently.

I wish to be free from having to speak of what horror has befallen me, hence, herein, to this end I aspire. If I can’t have an appeal, hopefully at least I can tell you my sad story.

Not that I wouldn’t play guitar in Ed Jew’s driveway, but since I didn’t, let’s set the record straight. Further, I am innocent of all crimes for which I was charged, and both for which I was convicted, the Vandebos and the Thigpen.

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