FELLOW OBJECTIVISTS! I NEED YOUR HELP!!
Following 9-11, I was terribly poisoned by my parents. I wound up in a mental hospital, where they didn't give me any evident treatment for the poisoning. They eventually took my blood. I didn't eat their food for days, but eventually fell-into their routine. I also made a lot of noise about the poisoning.
When I was released, my parents electroshocked me with what must have been government equipment - a special TV set in the guest room. I put up with it off and on for several days, but eventually moved it out to the garage. It is now in safe keeping at my sister's house.
I tried to visit a former therapist whom I had stopped seeing in favor of a more-local doctor - without an appointment a fair distance away, but he called the police and they escorted me out. I then made a bit of a public scene, and they committed me to Wuesthoff Hospital in Rockledge. At the hospital, they strapped me in, held me down, and abused me with a catheter. It made a loud banging sound, and I was yelling, so the other patients on the wing definitely heard.
Later, a nurse tried to kill me with fast-acting poison that I cheeked between my teeth and gums because I didn't trust it. I nearly dropped to the floor, as the pill diffused through my gums before I quickly spit it out. Before I spit it out, the nurse turned and darted away. I stood, dazed, feeling the effects through my entire body. I was standing alone in the TV room, gathered my thoughts, and went into the dayroom, where I made a speech to the rest of the patients, trying to be as calm, responsible, and effective as possible.
To punish me, and to cover them, the hospital had me committed to the State Hospital, where I spent about a year. They gassed me several times. The first time, my muscles swelled-up and I quickly ran from the room to the Nurse's Station. I had to be treated. The second time, the gas nearly knocked me out as I fled from the room, falling on the floor and splitting my brow, requiring stitches. Later, I got a case of Chicken Pox, and had to be hospitalized for that too. Luckily, I landed a job there, and was elected Ward President, to represent the other patients at facility meetings. Not later, I was released.
Now I am in the care of the Brevard County Fact Team, a mental health organization. Recently, they had me committed again, and I was nearly poisoned at the drinking fountain.
I have the TV Set, the jeans pocket with the drug residue, and a paper towel with the drug residue from the fountain.
I have been looking for legal representation for YEARS, with no results yet. I have searched high and low, with individual law offices, referral organizations, my local, state, and national LP offices, and numerous civil rights organizations. The civil rights organizations have all said that the case has validity, but they are just declining to actually take the case.
So, I am turning to the RoR network, in hopes that we can tap into a network that can provide legal representation. I humbly request that the network come to my assistance, and win the caseload, if not all, then at least some of it.
Thank you and I hope you can help!
Ric Roberts
Melbourne, Florida
