Thirty-Nine Days of False Arrests, Police Harassment, Incarceration and a Dead Child: Georgia, Kentucky, Alabama USA 1998-1999 continuing ten years.
Here you will find a collage of legal papers, correspondence, arrests, forgeries that have preoccupied my life since 1998. This publication shows partial records from a collection of thousands of pages.
I was advised regarding the Georgia persecutions, "There isn't an attorney in Georgia who will take your case."
Attorney Generals in three states have evaded or denied requests for investigations, and local attorneys avoided involvement.
An F.B.I. agent advised the "Railroad has lawyers you can't win against."
A Kentucky lawyer said, "You have no lawsuits. There is too much money against you."
Ongoing nearly ten years, this can happen to any American targeted by fascist power and networking criminals.
10/16/1998 I was ordered out of my home based on lies given to Cobb County, Georgia police.
I was invited and moved to an apartment owned by Nell Stumpff, of Warner Robins, a fellow dog breeder and almost immediately law enforcement began harassment.
Nell lives in the home county of Republican Governor, Sonny Perdue, and her son, Steve Stumpff was a local drug dealer at that time who lived near the rental apartment.
The first police harassment event was a "no seat belt" citation, 11/23/98 -although the law stated the citation couldn't be given without another violation. This was apparently an exception to "the law."
My son, said to have committed suicide in Baldwin County, Alabama 12/9/1998, son knew the story given to Cobb County Police regarding "child abuse" was fabricated by my husband and his divorce attorney, Michael Broadbear.
12/12/98 police report I filed reporting my landlord and her son, Steve Stumpff had stolen some of my belongings at her rental apartment while I was moving out.
Peach County, Georgia.
My son's memorial service was 12/24/98, Christmas Eve, Cobb County, Georgia at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home.
12/28/98 Arrest Warrant for "Harassing Phone Calls" four days after my son's funeral service. Later my attorney, Kenneth Schatten of Atlanta would say something to this effect, "I listened to the harassing tapes. You weren't harassing him. You were a distraught Mother who had just lost her son, and you couldn't understand what the man doing."
Witnesses: His Mother, a N.C. Resident, my two remaining children and my husband.
I was notified verbally VP Coal Sales and Engineering, my husband's long-time friend and fraternity brother from Virginia Tech, and co-executive from Norfolk Southern Railroad would be testifying against me.
I was told Vice President of Engineering, Philip Ogden, Norfolk Southern Corporation would be testifying against me.
I requested a JURY TRIAL, and inquired as to whether I could have the trial video recorded, and the case was dismissed about a year later
I had been arrested in Houston County, Georgia and then moved to Cobb County, Georgia's Jail. This is a list of their bondsmen. I tried the first two, and it appeared they were not answering the phone.
So I bailed myself out, with $2,200.00 cash. When I got out of jail finally, they failed to return my pocket change they'd taken from my purse. I had no way to phone a taxi or find a ride, at 3:30 a.m.
The five jailers stared at me coldly when I asked if any would kindly have change for a dollar.
"We don't make change."
I got out of there, and was happy to sleep that night having been awake in jail and figuring what to do next. My brother then came from Virginia, with my son.
"Let's go out to dinner." I asked where he came from all of a sudden, and explained I had to sleep because I'd been up all night before in jails. Later I would find Nell Stumpff and my husband had called him and told him I was "insane," and Nell had told him I'd "ice picked her stove."
They had invented more fabrications and lies to use "legally," but they managed to get me put away for a while with a court order. Later I was told my husband had paid a visit to the Judge about a week before all of this happened. In fact, he'd made these arrangements before the first arrest. It was planned very well.
I haven't yet found who she was working for but a fellow dog person, Dorothea Carvellas, had visited my husband's office at the railroad a few months before and delivered a birthday cake. It must have been a part of the "I'll be home Friday and we'll celebrate your birthday," that my husband had said about the day the police showed up at my door and ordered me out of my home.
My husband had definitely made contact with some pretty dangerous dog show people.
Dorothea was from the Stockbridge area of Georgia, where the Stock Market Shooter was connected not long after this happened.
Dorothea, the Wire Fox Terrier breeder, died of "old age" shortly after her Norfolk Southern visit.
Nell Stumpff frequented Alabama dog shows. 1998 I accompanied her to a dog show in Montgomery, and one in Birmingham, another in Knoxville, Tennessee, and one in Augusta, Georgia - and one in Jacksonville, where one of her tenants, Sandy Goldschmitt had been involved with a veterinarian.
Nell introduced me to a man she called, "Jack Onofrio" at the Alabama Olive Garden Restaurant at one of the shows.
12/30/98 "Involuntary Commitment" papers arranged by my husband, two days after the initial Houston/Cobb County arrest and six days after my son's funeral service.
I was ordered to the Central State Hospital 72 hours, and refused all medication and was detained nearly 7 days against my will. Released and ruled, "Not a danger to herself or others," with no medication.
While detained, and refusing medication I was threatened with injection. I reminded the nurse if I was injected, I would see to it that she went to prison.
Nurses at the Central State Hospital wrote that I was "delusional" and that I had been listening to "demons" in my head. It was incredible what all they wrote. They said my hallucinations were that my daughter was a golfer, and that I was a political cartoonist.
My daughter placed 3rd in the State of Georgia two years, class 5-A high school, and I was a freelance political cartoonist 1988-1991, my cartoons appearing in "The Enquirer Journal" newspaper, Monroe, NC.
My recent cartoon site: http://whackedpolitics.googlepages.com
1/6/99 I was released from the State Hospital.
1/13/1999 The landlord, Nell Stumpff, then had me arrested a couple days before my son's Virginia burial for felonious criminal damage to property.
During that arrest, Magistrate Judge Laurens Lee said, "If you will just sign your divorce papers, all of your troubles will go away."
I hired an attorney, Stan Martin and paid him $500.00. He advised me to turn myself in to Peach County Authorities. And he said, "If you just keep quiet all of this will disappear."
None of it ever came to court.
Ms. Calhoun, nearly a perfect stranger, bonded me out by offering her home for the bond. She lived next to the apartment and knew the "ice picking" incidents were lies and felt Nell Stumpff was a dishonest person. She was also tired of the drug traffic in the area prompted by Steve Stumpff, Nell's son and his friends. She also told me the story of a man who had collapsed and died at the very apartment I was renting while Nell Stumpff watched. She said Nell had waited a while while the man lay on the ground dead before calling 911.
My son's death certificate, from Baldwin County, Alabama stated suicide. If my son suffered a shotgun blast to the face, he was murdered.
And to no avail I've attempted for years, to have the case reopened.
He was last known calling in distress from a phone booth. His father told my 17 year old daughter to drive South from Cobb County, Georgia. The police were not notified. The phone booth location was not traced, even though my husband was Assistant Vice President of Communications and probably had every telephone executive's phone number at his fingertips.
During the trip, while my daughter drove, my husband mentioned several times it was urgent he had to be at work the next morning - on time.
My daughter drove all night down I-75 to Florida.
The phone booth was located on I-85 towards Alabama. I never identified my son's body, although I drove to Mobile Alabama December 22, I was told the morgue closed at 5:00 p.m. Knowing at that point, organized criminals and police were involved, and the crimes crossed state lines, I was afraid to stay in Mobile alone, and opted to drive back to Georgia.
I was unable to attend my son's Georgia memorial services or Virginia burial because I was afraid I would be arrested and further harassed by police, prompted by my husband's "protective order," and because the expenses of all of the pending arrests and legal fees prevented any travel.
I received a bill from the state hospital for more than $8000. 00. I visited their offices, got copies of all records and advised them to submit the bill to his insurance company. We were still married.
My executive husband's "railroad accident" attorney, Michael Broadbear, was his advisor.
I have been unable to obtain funeral records regarding my son's death, which record body shipment and expenses. Georgia "law" protects the customer. I can't understand how a funeral service was held in Georgia when the body was being stored elsewhere, at an Alabama morgue.
My police report to Warner Robins, Georgia police- 3-10-1999. (One of three.) I explained to the officer of all I'd experienced, and that I was afraid for my life and any further tactics to be used.
Like Kentucky's FBI Assistant U.S. Attorney Danny Smith, 2001, the Warner Robins officer appeared familiar with my situation. I thought at that point my troubles might end, and "the law" would help solve the problems and offer relief.
It didn't happen. And for ten years, all of the horrors would continue, crossing state lines to Kentucky, and for as long as I anticipated "law enforcement" to initiate or complete an honest investigation, it never happened.
I wrote to Senator Paul Coverdell seeking help. He wrote letters on my behalf to Cobb County Commissioners regarding my horror situations About a year later, Senator Coverdell was dead. Some accounts suggest he had taken a strong initiative against illegal narcotics, specifically cocaine. I have always felt his death was suspicious particularly because he'd attempted to help me personally with public corruption and false arrest. And of all the Congressmen and public officials including Governors and Attorney Generals that I contacted, Senator Coverdell was the only one willing to help aside from Max Cleland, who offered but for other reasons I didn't pursue his offer. Senator Coverdell had taken a strong stance against cocaine.
One of my "delusional" political cartoons,
created and published, 1990.
Below are more arrests, harassment in Kentucky; correspondences.
There's TONS more, as I have been gathering and preserving it for nearly ten years.
Because of size limitations, I'll have to create another site and continue.
Feel free to browse through the pages below, and realize this is your government at work.
You could be the next victim.
Thanks for visiting!!
My best information at this writing is all arrests and false accusations have been expunged from my records.
It took about seven years, even though I lost nearly everything, suffered estrangement from friends and family, and my health is failing, which is what happens to whistle-blowers and victims of prolonged stress.
Gerard Joseph Sniffen, III
Around 1996, Pakistani Qasim Cheema came to Cobb County, Georgia and married an American girl. Her father, Doug, was my best friend and water color instructor. I was showing dogs at the time: Wire Fox Terriers and gave my friend, Doug, a male dog to show in AKC competition. Later after I'd leave the area, Doug would become involved with Ric Chashoudian, a breeder and judge from Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Wire Fox Terriers fought the war in Kentucky:
Daisy and Jessie.
