Re: CR121-26
To the Honorable Judge Abigail Howard I present the following:
In Brief:
Item 1: Federal Crime--The Warrant is an attempt (eight years in the making) by the Witnesses to use the police and law to destroy an American citizen. Proof:
In five words I can prove infallibly that the Witnesses withheld one half of the evidence from the police, because the point was never to report crime but to destroy a person, evidence which I (and by now a good part of the neighborhood and my readers across the globe) can produce in concrete, material, and indisputable form. In short, the police were Sheriff-whispered down a contrived rabbit hole. I knew within 30 seconds of the initial police visit that they were groping in a void and had been misled into a Federal Crime by contrived, falsified, and manipulated evidence. I published the withheld evidence (along with the Warrant) on my website minutes after receiving it for all the world to see, and have been commenting on every aspect of it since. This is the elephant in the room that immediately explodes the Warrant into a Hate Crime. The police and State Attorney have been in possession of this evidence since 6/29/2021. Moreover,
Aside from the elephant in the room, I can point to just one word in the Warrant that proves that the Witnesses lied to the police. And this is not just my word against theirs, but the testimony of a material witness.
The Warrant is the cumulation of an 8 year pursuit of an ancient and historic hatred. It began soon after I moved out here, and from the beginning, when the witness told me he would “mention” me to Sheriff and the police showed up the next day only to tell me I was doing nothing wrong, I told them what the whole neighborhood knows: that this has nothing to do with prosecution of crime, and everything with the pursuit of a person for no other reason than for what that person is (on every occasion I told the police that I knew they were coming, because of the number of times he passes by at a creeping pace). In the Bible Haman plotted against Mordecai for no other reason than that Mordecai is a Jew. What else could it be, I ask everyone who has come here for the last eight years? And I tell everyone. Friends and neighbors are tired of hearing me say, “My neighbors are my police, my lawyers, my jury, my judges.” I plod along without resorting to either the violence of lawyers or police. This is often a long and circuitous route in human affairs, and, admittedly, I do seek to imprint the memory of people I talk to as a record for future witness. My old friend of twenty five over at the University, Fathi Halaweish, who has had a front row seat to this ordeal since it began eight years ago, would often prefer not to be burdened with what a competent lawyer could expedite in a matter of minutes, and who would have been my accomplice had he not fallen ill. As soon as the sheds were moved I called him to receive his congratulations (he knew the financial burden of paying rent on a trailer which I could not sell without removing those sheds). As soon as I received the Warrant I called him again to congratulate him on not being a co-criminal, because, if the Warrant has any merit, it would likely have ended his career, for every part of it would have had to name him as a co-conspirator (a hint here on what the police and State Attorney have known since 6/29/2021). He knows what the neighborhood knows: that this has nothing to do with crime, and everything to do with the pursuit of an ancient and historic hatred. My friends and my neighbors are my substitute for violence, and they know that if the neighborhood becomes intolerable, I will do what my forefathers have done before me, simply walk away. My motto, “I'm afraid of guns, and of people who are not” doesn’t leave much room for maneuvering, and the failure to resort to the law or police easily translates into suspicion that I have something to hide and keep my distance to avoid closer scrutiny. But I always buttonhole the police when I meet them on the road out here. I’m always curious to know if they understand how their actions and duties are underwritten by the Constitution. Two days ago, I was surprised to meet one who couldn’t tell me what the 14 Amendment is. When my neighbor attacked me physically when I rebuked them for cursing, I simply walked away and dialed everyone I knew, just to have a record for the sake of testimony. When they leave violent messages on my voicemail, I replay them for my neighbors, and wait for God to deliver me from the evil. No one else around here calls the police. When the cows from this man’s field get out, neighbor Dave and I put them back and fix his fence. One night they rampaged through my three acres of corn. I said nothing, assuming it was my fault, and spent two days putting up a fence. “You have to call us,” the police say, when I mention this. And if none of us call, but are always called upon, we must be the criminals. For eight years now, every time he sees me walking on my land he stops in the middle of the road and then slowly creeps along just to let me know I’m being watched. Or he stops at the intersection and points his truck at me to let me know I’m being menaced. I told Deputy Manny this eight years ago, not to accuse him, but in hopes that the police would see this for what it is so they wouldn’t feel compelled to come every time he calls. He still does this daily and my heart jumps every time I see his truck approaching. You can tell the minute he sees me as he comes past the hill. He stops, waits, then slowly creeps along. The fact that he knows I will not retaliate undoubtedly gives him a sense of immunity. Which is why he gave the police just enough information to find cause for my arrest, thinking it would be business as usual. But to redeem my testimony I am now compelled to demonstrate that his act constitutes a raw, brazen, and violent attack on the 14 Amendment, which I can do in just five words, as could the neighbors (it is the elephant in the room). I doubt that he intended more than to rough me up a little, and both the neighbors and friends in town advise me to just get it over with and move on with my life. But this is the assassination of my Christian testimony, the opposite of everything I have written for the last thirty five years. He would have done better to come after me with an ax, because, if any of this is true, I stand condemned as an utter fraud,and nothing I wrote the last thirty five year could be deemed genuine or sincere, for, as everyone knows, a Christian must no only avoid evil, but “the appearance of evil.” Worse, from the very beginning (when I began commenting on the Warrant on my site), I profess to understand none of this except the Mordecai the Jew part. In essence, having committed crime, I now commit an infinitely greater evil by covering my sin. Christians may disagree on many things, but here they are unanimous: Christians sin and often lose their testimony, but to sin and lie about it would be spiritual suicide. No born again Christian could possibly hope to pull this off.
Item 2: Police Misconduct--On June 29, 2021 I was put into a tight cubicle in a stiflingly hot police cruiser with my hands handcuffed tightly behind my back and placed under such bodily stress that I screamed in panic, and was told I would get relief only if I cooperated. This is by default the CIA definition of torture. I had done no more than stand passively the whole time and only asked that the handcuffs be loosened because they cut sharply into my wrist bones. The police mocked my distress. This writ shall serve as a written declaration that I have made a formal petition to the Court to make the necessary arrangents for me to make a deposition of evidence regarding my torture before a Federal Prosecutor and a Federal Grand Jury. I also request that I may provide evidence before a medical panel of experts to assess my claim that I was on the verge of death from overload of stress during the ordeal (I am convinced that I was almost George Floyded). Also, as the occasion of the arrest at my bank was said to be a burglar alarm, on reasonable suspicion of improbable cause, I ask the Court for access to the police call log from BankStar Bank, Volga, on the evening of 6/29/21, so that it may be validated by an outside source.
Item 3: Criminal Negligence--
City of Volga--The sheds that were moved in the trespass were even further East than the trees (shoots I pulled out from cracks in my driveway and stuck back there thick as hair--I have been pruning and thinning them for 25 years, and when I stopped eight years ago, they grew into one of my sheds and ruined it) that were vandalized. Both were there when the City sold the property. No one in the park had an inkling that we were on trespassed ground, there are no markers anywhere (at least in 25 years I never saw any) and the rest of the neighbors are even further East (on trespassed ground) than I was. City employees were back there every week, including the City manager, and no one ever told us where the property line was, and to this day, the fact that everyone uses this area as their playground is there for all the world to see. Why are these people not criminals? Because everyone knows that the Warrant has nothing to do with crime, or only so far as it constitutes a Hate Crime. Thus the City exposed me to legal jeopardy and the lethal danger of a police warrant by selling the ground on which they knew my property was without informing me. This constitutes a dereliction of duty and an abdication of responsibility. If the trees were on trespassed ground, then why not the shed which was even further back than the trees? Why am I not up for grand larceny for moving sheds that were on property which the city sold?
Brookings County Tax Assessor---Those trespassed sheds (on the same perimeter as the trees) were taxed for 25 years in my name. John, the Courthouse janitor, was there in the shed with me and will remember when the tax lady assessed them and had to extricate her high heels from the sticky goo of a very thickly varnished deck. How can the Government tax property without determining ownership? Why would anyone not assume that they were on legitimate ground when the Government taxes you on it?
Item 4: Federal Jurisdiction--On June 29, 2021 I presented concrete evidence to both the Brookings Police and State Attorney that the Warrant is grounded in falsified, contrived, and manipulated evidence--which like my previous concerns were simply ignored. Given that I have already suffered the predations and near lethal consequences of an active police Warrant, and inasmuch as I can present immediate, concrete, and incontrovertible proof that it is grounded in obstruction of justice, and receiving no redress for my concerns from the local jurisdiction, I hereby ask the Court to make arrangements to allow me to present evidence before a Federal Prosecutor to the effect that the Warrant is totally without merit and represents a criminal conspiracy to destroy an American citizen through contrived, falsified, manipulated, and withheld evidence. In short, I ask the Federal Government to remove me from the imminent and lethal danger of an active police warrant grounded entirely in obstruction of justice.
Finally:
I had permission from Intermill to move my sheds across that industrial park, when much of it was a hay field. Then he bought the land behind my acreage, and asked to dig drain tiles into my land. The neighbors know what I told him: I will take down my fence, have him dig his tile through my alfalfa, I will replant the alfalfa, fix the fence, and not ask so much as a thank you. The poorer neighbors know that sooner or later we all need credit. Working the field behind me, shortly before he died, his people would cross my alfalfa to talk to him. Farmers, the world over, would be embarrassed to have to ask permission for such trifles. Because his land is almost entirely land-locked by my narrow strip, I told him that in wet years I would gladly make a path for him across my land. This all the neighbors know.
During my life in the trailer park, I walked the perimeter of that field every day, constantly pulling junk the park children left in there so the owners wouldn't damage their haying equipment. On the Fourth of July a group set up chairs and partied in knee high alfalfa until I chased them out in the middle of night. I never told the owners, but this the neighbors know. Once I saw one of Intermill’s truckers load black dirt by hand on the trespassed field on a very hot day. I jumped on my loader, filled his truck, drove back to my work, then loaded him again and again. It never dawned on me to ask permission to cross an industrial park which is essentially a truck
stop.
I have given here but a short summary of what I have been commenting on from the day I received the Warrant. I proof-read for two days and never return to what I wrote (a righteous man never has to worry about repeating himself), and the abundance of material is so vast and detailed that, if untrue, should be so full of inconsistencies, ambiguities, special pleading, etc., that any lawyer or literary critic should be able to point them out with ease. I simply wrote the truth as it represented itself in my mind, and will not hesitate to submit all of it for the record. It has been read in most parts of the globe.
Given the Federal Crimes raised in this Writ, and given the historic nature of this Crime, I ask the Court that it be made part of the Federal Record of the Government of the United States.
Jacob Wipf
9/3/2021