Actually are the Scotts and their associates. Devin and Jeanne Scott of American Dream Cinema. I was placed on board their vessel Scott’s Landing and it was announced with me standing present to what appeared to be local San Diegan gang and political leadership people, including Wally Schlotter. I was not a legal adult until many years after that and was not included in the mix, by the way. They knew I was returning to Hawaii. Didn’t announce me and what I was to be doing in the present or future.
Devin Scott, a known local film director in San Diego, CA has a green sports car. In recent years I finally was able to obtain a white compact one, similar to one of my Japanese Yakuza fathers in Hawaii once drove. I want people to know, even if I was not born Japanese, I may have been partially raised by their people (through their connections, not directly). Likely Democrats in 1970s Hawaii who may or may not have stayed in the United States. More profound is I was also a Republican through my false husbands in California. And I was also Independent possibly through very established politicians on the east coast of the United States.
I told people in the 1970s that I’d try to help people make money. I was not the funding source itself. People tried to make me look like it though. My clout was through working well connected politicians not patrons of the arts. I got sabotaged by greedy and jealous peoples. Whatever money making work I could have gotten I was mugged for it and forced to stay home injured and drugged so I forgot what happened. I was not allowed to be a player, or a gang member. I was labeled a “sister” and “wife” to stay out of things.
Really got overwhelmed while young, by bigger people than me. I accept this. Am not trying to push back at all. People need to know what happened though. Why I am not well connected and very isolated and a one-off, single person on my own most of the time. A loner. Because of my smallness, mugged self and low funding… I was never able to return in person to local politicians and their people in higher places. I’ve stayed far away, just living a messed up minimal life.
I’ve been slandered about for decades. That’s why when I show up places people are not certain who I even am. My fake relatives don’t know me either. They think they do, but mostly they know their fellow gang members not me at all. Would it surprise you.. and you… or you… to know that possibly if I showed up at the United Nations or more than one country’s leadership palace outside of the United States of America I would be recognized correctly? They would likely all admit I am retired from any commitments and duties I once had a long time ago. That I now look like an average citizen again.