At this point, I have to divulge that I, too, was targeted by a restraining order - I refer to San Francisco Superior Court case # FML-00005153.
However, the restraining order against me was not requested by the Legal Department of the Oracle Corporation; it had been requested, within days of my stepfather's death, by the woman I had been sharing my life with, for ten years.
She was assisted by W.O.M.A.N., Inc. .
It's not clear who, or what, provoked this.
I had listed her as the beneficiary for my life insurance, and included her contact information in the employment paperwork I had filed with Oracle Corporation's Human Resources Department, when I had been hired.
It is not impossible that an employee of Oracle Corporation contacted her directly, and informed her of the allegations against me.
On the other hand, I cannot rule out my older brother's involvement - either as an agent of Oracle Corporation ... advancing his own agenda ... or, perhaps, both.
I was in shock at the time - my stepfather had just been killed - and I was unable to defend myself (although the transcript in my possession shows that I did a fairly decent job).
My brother, Tom, pretended he was going to provide testimony for me during the hearing; and then, at the last moment, he refused to testify, and told me I was on my own - essentially, abandoning me.
The restraining order was granted, and I, too, was ordered to stay away from this woman for three years ... not to come within several hundred yards of her home, school, or work ... not to own or use firearms for three years ... and not to attempt to communicate with her, in any way, for three years.
Closer examination of the restraining order shows a similar pattern of fraud, perjury, forgery, and deceit in operation to that described above, in connection with Oracle Corporation's proceedings.
To be specific, no dates, times, locations, witnesses, or specific acts of domestic violence were alleged in the request.
There is, in fact, no legal basis for the restraining order, and its existence flies in the face of common law.
Even closer examination, with a flashlight and a magnifying lense, revealed that the complaint had been rewritten several times, and that much of what was beneath the whiteout disagreed with what was on top of the whiteout, making it patently obvious that the document had been filed in bad faith.
A friendly -
and scrupulously honest - environmental lawyer, at my request, examined
these documents, pro bono, and provided me with a
signed, sworn statement describing the restraining order,
the applications of whiteout, and the contents of the statements beneath
the whiteout.
(And it's really good to know that such people exist, too, in the legal profession; not everyone is corrupt.)
But at a request for a rehearing, several years later, my lawyer somehow forgot to give the environmental lawyer's sworn statement to the judge (a story in itself, as the judge had been imported from Alameda County, where he had been forced to resign); a fact I did not discover until I visited the court clerk's office, to verify that the statement was in the file, and was furious to find that it was not.
Here, again, we see hints that my lawyer was not representing my interests as enthusiastically as the $1000 he had demanded, to handle this hearing, might warrant; and the question can be asked, if he was deliberately sabotaging me.
He was certainly firm about not wanting me to contact this woman ever again; he pointed out that, as a result of the first restraining order, that if I were to attempt to contact her, even after the restraining order had expired, and she were so inclined as to file for another restraining order, that I would have no defense against it. While this is compelling reasoning, in retrospect, we can also suggest that, for whatever reasons, he did not want me to ever speak to this woman.
As it so happens, this woman I had been involved with for ten years had been diagnosed with borderline psychosis. She had been hospitalized several times. She had attempted suicide, recently. She was not the most stable of persons. And I told Presiding Family Court Judge Lee Baxter this, during the hearing. It's in the transcript.
But imagine my surprise, when I reviewed the transcript, and found that, while my statement to Judge Lee Baxter regarding her diagnosis was on the record ... that the judge's question to the plaintiff regarding my allegations that she had been mentally ill, recently - was this true? - and the plaintiff's answer - yes - were not.
If it had been struck from the record, it had not been struck from the record during the hearing; it had been done, surreptitously, afterwards.
Fortunately, whomever had done it, had left my assertion hanging there, and so, for those reading the transcript, there are only two possible interpretations: either Judge Lee Baxter was so grotesquely incompetent that she ignored my testimony, and hurried towards a conclusion ... or the transcript was modified ... presumably to conceal evidence that might have provided grounds for a reversal (as well as a disciplinary hearing for Judge Lee Baxter - who, at last report, was handling criminal cases for the San Francisco Superior Court).
So, while there is no evidence or testimony that I actually ever did anything to deserve a restraining order ... there is abundant evidence suggesting that Superior Court Judge Lee Baxter carried out a miscarriage of justice ... and there is abundant evidence suggesting the involvement of multiple third parties before, during and after the fact.
So who are the criminals, here?
Whatever became of the woman I loved? I do not know, to this day. She has not communicated with me. Neither has her family; they have rejected the attempts I have made, via certified mail, to communicate.
It's a fact that, emotionally and cognitively crippled ... given Lithium, Prozac, and a variety of other drugs to help her control her anxiety ... she was vulnerable to manipulation.
It seems increasingly likely that this is what happened.
She had already fallen under the sway of one group that wanted her to chant away her problems with Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, and had sold her a small shrine, for around $100 ... and another group, whose leadership told her that she was codependent, and that she should stop taking her medications.
(Note that the concept of codependency is predicated upon dependency, which is a medical, not psychological, condition; that none of the self-promoted codependency counselors had any medical, psychological or psychiatric qualifications, other than, perhaps, that of patient ... and, of course, that codependency has no existence in the medical literature. It would seem that medical malpractice has no place in family court ... any more than a personal disagreement between two persons belongs in Family Court, for that matter. And yet, so went the evolution of public policy, here in the zany state of California.)
It is ironic that, when all has been said and done, it's not clear who W.O.M.A.N., Inc. was helping. That is, the woman whom they were [secretly] helping, did not benefit from their efforts to turn a straightforward medical situation into a legal situation. The other women involved in this case - my mother, and my grandmother, for instance, or her mother, her sister, her cousins and her niece - did not benefit.
So who did?
The only people who seemed to benefit, quite honestly, were the women who ran W.O.M.A.N., Inc., the dozens of codependency clinics [whose clientele choked family courts, demanding restraining orders against their so-called codependent boyfriends], and their friends in the bureaucracy ... whose budgets and headcounts grew as a consequence of every incident that could be attributed to quote-unquote "domestic violence".
For ten years, it has seemed not just possible, but fairly likely that, (in her mind) abandoned by me, and alone ... she had finally succeeded in killing herself; a conclusion that I remain unclear about, even today.