CASE IN POINT

April 28th, 2026

I walked from my college, Union Campus to 616 Adams, Shelby County Juvenile Court to

make my filings for the week. I do this between work, school, therapy and counseling, in

preparation for our big trial coming June 10th, 2026. It appears that Magistrate Reisman, is

going to allow due process this time. This is exciting news! I have compelled him to hear my testimony by my statements at the status hearing last week April 20th. Magistrate Reisman even said that I have a strong argument and is allotting special time to hear it through and through. For this I am grateful.

Really, it is fantastic news because the other parties have a lot of catching up to do with me

and I am planning to give them a full scoop. Previously, on October 31, 2023. Magistrate

Fratesi denied my right to ANY testimony. Not a word. Shame on her and her sound block.

Curious, why is she not with them any longer. Gee, I hope everyone is alright....

So, I made it down the street, all the neighbors greeting me. What is that called? Charisma?

Any who, I noticed the woman, telling me good afternoon, in a a wheelchair and her

American flag. I wonder today what that flag stands for in 2026 with all the betrayal going

on. I mean, I am that I am.

I ponder right up and into the building. Security waved me in, the clerks smile warmly and

maintenance crew all greeted me with enthusiasm, as I am known to be a very pleasant

human being, and I am respected in the courthouse, by those who give me a chance. There

is that one legal aid clerk that gives me a sideways look every time I walk up, obviously

annoyed at my appearance every week.

If only she knew what I had been through, maybe she would soften that smug of hers.

I had a conversation while waiting on my copies from records with a mother going through a

divorce. The father has abandoned her and the child, and she needed child support records

to finalize the divorce.

Wait a minute, the child was abandoned. There would be no record of support. Hmm,

interesting.

The clerks looked and looked, performing their duties diligently and alas no child support

records could be found anywhere, digitally, or physically for the mother to move forward.

Overhearing, it was said It would be another unfortunate 6 months to retrieve.

Unbelievable!

I told the woman, who remained in great spirits about the situation,

“We really have to advocate for ourselves, do your research and never stop asking

questions.”

I added

“Matter of fact, I have found most of these attorney’s don’t know what they’re doing. They

don’t know where to go for what ‘round here. It’s best to advocate for yourself. Learn the

rules and the paperwork, because that’s it. At least, that’s what I am doing, and it’s taken

more than 5 years and a few trees.”

Jokingly the mother said she couldn’t be married to this man anymore. “6 more months?!”

“No offense,” I said to the grinning clerk, if you depend on everyone else, you will be waiting

until your next life. It is just how the system is.” The woman had good cheer and that gave us

hope.

Bidding farewell and blessings after receiving my copies, I headed to the hall to fill out the

same paragraph, three times, for two different orders. I have realized the smug clerk would

prefer me to do my paperwork in the lobby rather than in her window. If I am at her window,

I am liable to ask questions. A lot of people don’t like that.

My hand hurts and there is ink all over my shirt. Shoot!

Anyways, as I am filing my final witness subpoena, when attorney, Sean Muizers, walks over

to me. He is a very nice gentleman attorney and seems to genuinely want what’s best for

his clients. That’s what I have observed. He seems to be sober, clear headed and not manic

at all like Attorney Zoccola. She must be overworked and overpaid telling by her tired,

bloodshot eyes. Hey I am just a journalist, right... What do I know about what I see day in

and day out?

Attorney Muizers and I engage in small talk. You know, how are you doing this week? Great,

same as last, my toes hurt to my bones. Stuff like that.

“Great! just working on my last subpoena. Thanks for asking.”

I explain where I am at in my process when Attorney Muizers says, “A subpoena?! I don’t

even know how to do a subpoena. I always just get someone else to do it for me,” shrugging

nonchalantly, as he handed me his business card.

“Sure, thing sir.” I said, hey here’s my contact information too, if you’re looking to pay for

some assistance.

By now, I am considering, with years of law school and tons of money paid to him and he

just said he doesn’t know what? Then how could he...? Well now wait how could he

advise....?

“Sure, good to see you again. My client is here now. See you next week.”

Case in Point. In a building full of professionals, the only person who seems required to

know what they’re doing is the one representing themselves. I swear, if I wasn’t there, the

whole house may fall.

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