Migrant Leadership in the United States of America? Little Me?

I was caught up with USC (University Southern California) people in the 1970s also. Filmmakers, political young adults. This is never spoken of. I visited the USC campus many times before I was 8 years old. Some thought I’d go there eventually as a college student and get a career with their alumni. It appears a mafia sold me out and I was banned from the campus instead.

I attended a film location scout that involved the United Nations and propaganda. It appeared that I was going to be in the film itself. There was some major conflict involving my identity. Looks like real Russian(?) people were ANGRY that I was a bright child with ideas YET NOT ACTUALLY RUSSIAN. So they told me to “go stand with the United States people” and I did. That actor(?) told me, “We are a country in debt. It may never change. You are a U.S. born child and we want you to be a migrant leadership person.” I thought it was for the movie. Looks like I got caught up very badly with professional entertainment migrants as well as contractor/builders and it is/was VERY REAL all these decades.

Migrant meetings? I was TOLD that is all I had to do, is show up for some migrant meetings. As a youth, I was not certain what that all meant. It appears… I’ve actually been human trafficked all these years and YET DO NOT KNOW ANYONE for real. I don’t have a list of migrants or their leaders to be in contact with. People simply put me on a bus now and then and they made ME LOOK LIKE A MIGRANT. I didn’t speak with people. I was like a mascot, a pet, a toy, a flag bearer who could not actually do much for anyone and my own funding was very low like a migrant worker who came over a border into the U.S.A. So I got kidnapped and trafficked and somehow migrants were told to follow me around (1970s and 80s)? I basically was taken places, and the workers followed and they did all the talking and deal-making and I got MUGGED over and over again. Silenced.

I’m not as bad off these days, however I’m still not a leadership person with money to hire people. I still do not have a contact list of leaders and workers from any company or organization. Nothing. I believe I am very done with people as I was TOLD to take “retirement age” at 50 years old if I do not have a contract. I do not have a contract for or from others. I am just living a very simple boring life. No one has asked for me to step up and speak with a group. The last time that happened for real was in my youth. I’ve been attacked by gang members by force and injury as well as druggings–just before I was to speak anywhere–even in a high school classroom. So public speaking was out for me and has been for decades. Very real gang leaders likely knew I couldn’t handle managing migrant workers. They may have sabotaged me from any of the related duties just so the migrant workers sought other leaders who can handle or manage them.

This is yet another online writing I had not planned on. Am hoping that coming clean on what I know about helps people MOVE ON FROM ME and seek help and leadership from those who are far more enabled.

Retired Like a Hobbit?

The thing about Hobbits(and other creatures)… is that once they’ve done all their adventures and are too “spent”… they have to sit at home with the village and just do small things. The new adventures are for younger people and they have to experience them for themselves! Sitting around hearing old stories is not adventuring and trying out things in the world.

Woohoo! I am back in a village again myself. Have been a while.

Take Me Out of the Ball Game

When I was very young, people asked me to ADOPT THEM at a COMPANY… not out of my personal low wealth. However, gangsters wanted to be BIGGER THAN me and my family… so they did that: Created companies and hired their own favorites. Okay? I got the bench at the ball game. Sometimes the big people chatted with me because I was an avid watcher and really “into the sport” itself, more than the politics and personal conflicts.

I have to RETIRE from even the bench now. It got too dangerous a long time ago, even now I’ve had to drag my old body up to Los Angeles for court hearings about me COMPLAINING about gang hits that injured me while “visiting from the bench”. Okay? Time to leave the ball park. Others want the bench seats anyway, okay? OKAY? Thanks for the fun, I’ve loved watching people play, living vicariously through publicly known stories.