PLAY THE GAME OR BECOME THE GAME

[PART 7]

I'm going to try my absolute best to go over the details of an incident that happened in October of 2007 when I was placed in Northwest Center for Behavioral Health in Fort Supply, Oklahoma and I was there for 17 days. Before this happened we were going to family counseling once a week at a place called Diversified Family Services and this was part of what we were suppose to do in order to get the kids back home. I was afraid all this was too much for my mother to deal with so I decided to go back to my house to stay even though there was no power. My mother came over a few days after I had went back home to live, but I wasn't home at the time. She left a note on my front door saying that she wanted me to come back and stay with her and this was probably 10 days before I got picked up by the police. I just didn't want what was happening to me to affect her and that's why I left.

Around the first of October 2007 my brother Gary came by my house and I was getting ready to go to my weekly family counseling session. I was surprised to see him and I had a feeling it wasn't a friendly visit when I saw him pull up. I told him to come in while I finished getting ready and he acted hateful. I had tried a few times to explain some of the things that had been happening to me, but of course he was convinced that it was impossible for this kind of stuff to go on. I told him what had happened at the police station a few months before this and I also said that Dr. Ahn from Red Rock was in the wrong for how she handled my situation. This seemed to really anger him when I mentioned Dr. Ahn and he's friends with her. Gary worked at Red Rock in Clinton for several years and I think he started there right before I started my taxi company in 2000. I believe he mostly served food to the patients, did security, cleaned. etc.

Gary left after we had our disagreement and I went to Diversified Family Services for the hour session. A lady by the name of Carla Suitor was our family councilor and I've always considered her a friend. I had talked to Carla a lot during the month of September 2007 and I truly believe she knew I was telling the truth about everything that had happened. She seemed very afraid and she told me one day that if she helped me it might make it to where she wouldn't be able to help anyone. She definitely knew a lot of information about how things work around here and she made it clear that her job was on the line . I never expected her to fight the people I'm up against, but I sure could've used a voice in my corner.

One week later I went back for another one hour session and things seemed to be going good. Carla even said that things looked like they were improving and she also said we were making progress. At the end of the hour my wife's mother took our kids on to her house and my wife decided to ride with me. Carla walked with us outside to my vehicle and all of a sudden an Elk City Police car came into the parking lot. It was Officer Steve Bonds and he got out of his car with his gun drawn. He told me to get on the ground and put my hands behind my back. He placed hand cuffs on me and took my phones. At the time I had three business cell phones with me and two of them had the same phone number 580-821-ACAB and one was my 580-225-TAXI phone. I was afraid if he got the phones the police might do something to the phones that would destroy the evidence of this bizarre difficulty. I asked him why I was being arrested and he said that all he knew was that I was being.detained to be transported to Red Rock in Clinton. I told him the three phones needed to stay with my wife and he acted like he was going to take them anyway. Carla told him the phones should go to my wife since she's part owner of the business and I truly believe that he wouldn't have gave the phones up if Carla hadn't insisted.

I was placed in a holding cell after I was driven to the police station and I felt so angry. An officer came to get me a few hours after I had been placed in the holding cell and he put the hand cuffs back on. He said he was taking me to Clinton and I was trying to think of the right words to say to the officers that were at the police station when I walked past them. I didn't know what I was being held for and I didn't know what to do so I just stayed quiet. Once we arrived at Red Rock in Clinton I was taken inside and the handcuffs were taken off. A man by the name of Nathan Brockelman said he wanted to ask me some questions and I remembered him from the first time I was there about 3 months before this. He said that my mother had said I told her that my kids would be better off dead. I told him that I'd never say that and my kids mean the world to me. He wanted to know what was going on so I began telling him some of the things that had happened since the first of the year. He asked me if I was taking any drugs and I asked him if I looked like I was on drugs. He said no that I just looked really tired. I told him that I wanted to take a drug test to prove I was clean, but he said they didn't do that. He looked pretty troubled by what I had to say, but I could tell that he wasn't going to help me. It was around 8 p.m. at this time and he asked me if I would like to make a phone call. I told him yes and I called my wife. After that Nathan showed me to a room with a bed and he said I would be going to Sayre in a few days to face a judge. I don't think I slept at all that night and I've had many sleepless nights since this madness started.

The next morning I had breakfast and I was eager to see what Dr. Ahn had to say when the nurse called me to the desk. There was four or five people seated when I went in and one of them was a person I had went to high school with. She was in my class and apparently she was in some sort of training to be a councilor. Another person that was there was Michelle Dodgens and she was put in charge of the Crystal Darkness Campaign just a short time after this which was part of the Call 211 to fight drugs. A female by the name of Carolyn Yearwood was another person that was there and of course Dr. Ahn. I was as nice as I could be considering the circumstances and Dr. Ahn began by asking me how I felt. I told her that I was tired from not sleeping and that I was also extremely worried about what was going on. She asked me if I had any thoughts of hurting myself or anyone else and I told her "absolutely not". I said that a lot of bad things had been done to me and all I was doing was the right thing by reporting it. I told her what had happened after I was released from Red Rock a few months before this and I started with the incident where the vehicle with bullet holes in the tailgate had stopped in front of my van on Main Street less than an hour after I was out. All she said to that was "Oh Randy" and then she asked me if I needed any medication. I couldn't resist when she said that and I said "yes how about some more Invega". That was the drug I was given the first time I was there and a nurse by the name of Carrie tried to tell me if was Ibuprofen. One of the uses of Invega is to treat schizophrenia.and even the dumbest person  in the world would know that I don't have schizophrenia. Maybe I'm a little crazy at times, but anyone would be after being jacked with this much. I could tell that Dr. Ahn didn't like my sarcasm and the meeting was over.

A councilor by the name of Tommy Ladd was really the only person that worked there that I talked to over the next few days and he was pretty nice. He had to watch me shave because it's one of their safety policies. I told him that I couldn't believe I was there and I began to tell him some of the details of what was being done to me. He told me that things are really screwed up in the government and most everyone knows that things are unbelievably corrupt. He seemed interested in my bizarre stories and he told me that he knew it wasn't right what was happening to me. The second day I was there my sister came to drop off a suitcase of clothes and I think it was Carolyn Yearwood that came to tell me. I told her to tell my sister that I wanted to talk and I also asked if that would be alright. Carolyn said it was and she went to tell my sister what I said. My sister told her she didn't have anything to say and she had only stopped to drop the clothes off since she was on her way to Oklahoma City. I told Carolyn that I didn't need the clothes and to refuse them. I was hoping that would get my sister to change her mind about talking to me, but it didn't. The next couple of days went by really slow and Red Rock isn't exactly a place with great entertainment. There was probably about five other people there and they weren't too good for conversation.

Finally it came time to go and a Beckham County Deputy Sheriff came to pick me up. He was a nice old man and we hit it off pretty well. Once I got to the jail at Sayre I was chained to a seat inside the processing room and the person working the desk told me that I was going to be going in front of Judge Haught in just a few minutes. I was taken to the courtroom and I was told that Molly Priest was appointed to be my attorney. After looking around the courtroom I saw my mother and my brother Gary in the back. Molly came in and introduced herself to me. She said we needed to talk for a few minutes and we went into one of the rooms for that. I told her that I hadn't done anything wrong and I didn't even know what I was being accused of. She should have known to get a copy of my paperwork and it had to have been intentionally withheld from me so I wouldn't know what was going on. A person being accused of this is supposed to get several copies of what is being filed, but I never got anything. On one of the 15 pages of the papers I finally got three years later there's one that states "We hereby state that a copy of this certificate of evaluation has been delivered to the attorney of the above-named person. We hereby state that a copy of this notice has been delivered by HAND [and HAND is in big letters] to the patient". Surely an attorney would know that some papers were somewhere and I honestly didn't know or I would have demanded them. Molly told me that I had two choices and the first one is to fight being placed in Fort Supply with a jury trial. The next option was to agree to go voluntary and sign some papers admitting myself. She said I'd probably be out in just a few days if I went voluntary, but if I went to a jury trial I would have to stay at Red Rock for quite a while until everything was ready. I didn't know what to do so I agreed to go voluntary. If I would have had my paperwork I probably would have taken it to a jury trial and I didn't get the paperwork until 2010, three years later. I didn't even know the papers existed until I called Molly's office in 2010 to ask questions about my case. I'm going to scan the papers and post photos of them on a link on this blog so maybe someone can help me understand all the papers.

After I agreed to go voluntary, Judge Haught looked at me and said "Do the best you can". That felt like a slap in the face considering what he did on a protective order I had on a punk that was terrorizing us in 2003 and of course you know about that already if you've read my story. It seemed like a long ride to Fort Supply from Sayre and the same deputy was giving me a ride again. We talked quite a bit and once we got to Fort Supply I was taken to the office of Dr. Patrick Herd. He's the one that's in control and we talked for about an hour. I told him what had happened and I could tell he wasn't interested in the truth. He said that I was having delusions about the government and the police. I told him "If that's true then I'll strap on a straight jacket, climb into a rubber room, and stay quiet". He laughed when I said that, but I could tell that he wasn't all that amused. He told me that I was scaring the police and that I better try to get along since someday I might be an elder in this town. We talked about a bunch of different stuff and Dr. Herd seemed alright for a head doctor. I mentioned this corrupt city manager that I had so much trouble with and I told him that a lot of people in our city government are involved with the crime syndicate including this city manager. I also told him it's no delusion the people I'm up against have jacked with my phones so much that its caused me to have two phones with the same phone number and I can prove a lot of personal injury. I said that I refuse to pretend they've done nothing wrong and there's no reason I should be in this place right now. He showed me to my room, told me that he'd call me into talk again in a few days, and he said I had to get blood work done for a physical. I was put in a room with two beds, but nobody was in the other one. I had something to eat and looked around. There was some pretty crazy looking people in there, but there was also some that seemed pretty normal.

The next day I was called into a room with Dr. Herd and several other councilors. We talked and I told them that it was very important for me to get back to Elk City so I could make enough money to be able to get some things fixed. I told them that our house was in foreclosure and I needed to work so we'd have a chance at putting things back together. I could tell they were troubled about what I told them and I laid it out without holding back anything. One councilor made the comment that there's nothing I can do to fight these people and I looked at her and said "What if it was your family, your business, and your phones this was happening to, would you just roll over and take it.". I told them all that I'm not the kind of guy that's going to pretend things are the opposite from what they really are and I believe in fighting for what's right. They didn't have much to say after that and Dr. Herd said they'd be calling me in there again in a few days. I got my blood work done and started trying to get to know a few of the nurses. One in particular seemed very caring and her name was Linda. I talked to her a lot and I told her what was happening to me. She told me that I seemed way too coherent to be in there for delusions and she said that when I get out I should shoot video of what's going on with my phones so I can prove it [ I shot a lot of video when I got out and it's a good thing I did ]. Linda said she would talk to the doctor and see what he's saying about my situation. It helped a lot having her to talk to and I also got a phone card so I could call my wife everyday.

The days went by so slow and all there was to do was sleep, watch one channel on a small television with a couple of dozen people around it, or color with crayons.. Every time I saw the doctor I'd ask him if I could go home so I could save my business and most importantly my family. All he would say is "We'll see". I didn't even get any counseling while I was there and that place wouldn't have even helped me if there really was something wrong. The next time I got called into see that doctor was almost a week after I'd been there and it was a really short meeting. Dr. Herd asked me if I still thought the city manager was involved in organized crime and I told him "of course I do and more than half the town knows it". He told me to go back to my room and they'd call me in again in a few days. I kept saying that all being here is doing is making things worse for my family, my business, and it's not right. I got called in again after I'd been in there for two weeks and the first thing he said was " So do you still think your city manager is involved in organized crime" and I said "yes". I told them I wasn't going to give in and say something that wasn't true. 

I began getting very frustrated and all I could think about was how I was going to fix all this mess. I really considered making a run for it when we were walking to a gym to play basketball one hour once a week. I started asking all the nurses if they'd please say something to the doctor and it's an emergency that I get home. Finally I was let go on the 17th day and my brother Chris came to pick me up. He drove me back to Elk City and I told him that I needed to stop at Diversified Family Services when we got to town. We stopped there and I went in to talk to Carla. I told her that I had just gotten out of  Fort Supply and I couldn't believe what had happened. I asked her when she thought the kids might be able to come home and she said she thought it would be months. I told her that we couldn't wait that long and we need to get them home now before the holidays. I said that I was going to sell my 1965 Chevy pickup so I could get an independent psychological evaluation and also get a few more things including the electricity back on. I started calling places in Oklahoma City and in that area and I also called the Department of Human Services in Sayre to talk to Travis White. I left him a message to call me and I also spoke to another person there. The very next day Carla called from Diversified and said that she had good news. She said the kids were allowed to come home and that DHS had closed our case. She said she'd never seen them do that so fast and whatever I did must have worked.

Over the next few days I sold my classic pickup and got enough money to get a few things fixed. I'd been working to restore this old pickup for several years and in order to sell it quick I took an 80 percent loss on the money I had in it not including hundreds and hundreds of hours of work. The kids came home and things seemed to be looking up. A few days later I received a series of emails that had my siblings and my mothers email addresses on it. I wasn't sure what it was until I began reading them and it was a group email they had been sending each other before and during the time I was in this mental hospital. I'm not sure how or why it came to me and one of my siblings blamed it in my son. They thought he had got on my mothers computer and forwarded the emails to me, but honestly I think my mother accidentally did it. My son said he didn't do it and I really don't see why he would lie to me about it in the first place especially since I'm glad I found out what they were saying.

I was amazed how one of them wrote "Can these people really be blocking his phone calls?" What would I have to gain by making up a story about someone trying to make a deal with me that involved having all the business I could do if I didn't fight back about what was being done to my phones? My whole saveacab blog is loaded with so many stories of abuse and nobody could make all that up. What about the hundreds of hours of video of which 4 hours is on youtube? I can prove enough to not have my own family say it didn't happen and you just don't expect that kind of treatment from your own blood. My sister wrote "He's living like an animal and he doesn't even have electricity. All he feels is pain and we've got to act now. I hope he doesn't try to retaliate against you Chris and we need to plan his financial affairs since he's going to be gone a long time." Wow it's crazy how they were acting like I was mentally incapacitated and with family like them who needs enemies. My brother Larry who's the smartest in the family was the only one that said anything in my defense and he wrote "I'm not sure this is the right choice and we should wait a while longer." My brother Gary wrote back "Terry and I are going to the police station to do it tomorrow morning and I'm also meeting with Travis White from DHS. Randy should have his parental rights terminated and be allowed only limited supervised visitation. His wife is also sad, sick, and pathetic and she needs help as well." My brother Chris replied back "I think Gary should take the lead on this since he has worked at Red Rock." and I was amazed that nobody had a problem with that. WOW REALLY? Gary also wrote that while he was at the Sort-n-pen bar here in Elk City a few weeks before this the barmaid told him that I was an informant. Tina D. was the barmaid if I had to guess and she really is an informant that loves to talk smack on people. Heck maybe I am an informant and I think whistle blowing is what you call it.

I was shocked by what I read and I couldn't help but wonder what all had been done by them. I started contacting them by phone and email and I went to my mothers house to ask her about all this. I told her that the emails had got sent to my computer and I had a copy of them in my hand that I had printed off my email. She started to cry and said Gary and Terry had talked her into lying to get me sent off. She said they convinced her that the only way to get it done was for her to tell a police officer she was afraid of me and was considering changing the locks on her house. I called Gary up on the phone and we got into a real bad  screaming match. He started telling me that he'd kick my ass and he really has always been the violent one out of our family. He told me that he had done all this as payback because I told our mother something about him that happened in 1992 and it had to do with the sale of drugs. Believe me when I tell you that my mother and dad knew about Gary and so did the rest of our family. He made his living off of drugs for years and everyone was just too afraid of him to say anything. I'm talking about big amounts and not just marijuana. He'd bring a new assault rifle over to show off every time we had a family get together and a lot of us thought it was kind of strange how he hadn't had a job in a decade but he has an arsenal of guns worth tens of thousands of dollars. I've made my share of mistakes in my life time, but I've always treated other people decent. His house was filthy and I mean nasty. He didn't have one job all through the 90's and I heard the only reason he stopped dealing was because a minor close to him took a large amount of marijuana from him. Supposedly he never got it back and I was told it caused him to not be able to pay what he owed for it. Unbelievable that he would decide to meet with DHS about me after he was such a sorry piece of dirt and just imagine if DHS would have got wind of this. Lots of people know the things I'm saying about Gary are the truth and I hope some day he realizes how bad his behavior has been.

Some of you might be wondering why I'm telling all this and there's plenty more. I'm not sure what caused him to be so ruthless, but I think a small dose of it back in his face is the least I can do. What if he would have succeeded in getting my parental rights terminated and what if I would have had to stay in that mental place for a long long time like they intended? I also thought it was really lousy of him to say something in the emails about my wife and it's sad that none of my other siblings or my mother objected to that or him meeting with this same guy from DHS that's referred to as the Gestapo of DHS. That went way too far and he's real lucky I'm nonviolent or no telling what I might have done. He's caused me quite a bit of misery in my life time and we've had trouble getting along for over thirty years. I got arrested in my taxi in Canute Oklahoma in 2003 for a warrant from failing to pay a traffic ticket that was quite a few years old. I was allowed to pay it at the police station in Clinton, but I knew for a fact that I'd never had a traffic ticket there. I asked the police officer if he could find some information about the ticket and he pulled up the address where the ticket had been written which was on the street Gary use to live on in Clinton. The cop also said that it was a two door grey Ford Fairmont and I knew it was him when I heard that because he had a car exactly like that. Turns out he got pulled over and since he had a suspended drivers license, he decided to tell them he was me and gave them my social security number. Well I guess everything was good except there was an empty beer can in the back seat so he got an open container ticket. I confronted him about it and that was over eight years ago. He admitted to doing it and agreed to pay me back for the ticket. It's unreal that he would not pay it back then and the nerve he had to pretend to be me.

I put this off for a long time because I know it's going to cause more hard feelings in my family, but that's OK since I haven't had any contact with most of them in years. It was in April 2010 when I first came to facebook with my story and my mother blocked me because she was so angry. She came to my house and said that we couldn't be family anymore. Since that I've only talked to her a couple of times and I could never tell one of my children that even if they had committed murder. Like I said before, I've made plenty of mistakes in my life and I'll straight up tell you exactly what they are. I made a huge mistake by asking a few of my family members for moral support when I was having a lot of trouble in 2006 and things were very difficult around the time my dad passed away. I'll never try to paint myself as a saint and nothing could be further from the truth. I was in my dads hospital room when he was dieing and the hospital chaplain Danny Ringer was there. I told him that I wanted to get saved and he asked me what I was waiting on. My sister Terry walked in about the time he started going through the motions and I could tell that it made her mad. To me that's weird to get angry over something like that and I think it would have made my dad happy. All of a sudden before Danny could finish going through all the motions that preachers do, he received a text message on his phone and he said "that's weird I never get text messages", He read it and immediately he said he had to go. I thought it was a little strange and I suspected my sister of sending the text message. Probably about two minutes after he left I decided to go to the cafeteria to get something to drink and I saw what was so important to Danny Ringer. He was huddled over in a corner talking to my sister and very few chaplains would bail out on someone like that no matter what somebody else said.

I'm really surprised that nobody had anything to say to my brother Gary about all the ruthless stuff he did especially after all the mistakes he has made in the last ten years. Gary got put in jail one night in 2003 while my brother Chris was driving one of my taxicabs. We were all three at a bar called Cheers, but Gary was the only one drinking. Chris and I both begged him to let us give him a ride, but he refused. He was really messed up and it was on more that alcohol. He pulled out of the back of the bar, ran over some huge concrete barriers which tore up the transmission pan under his car, then he hit a power pole and snapped it off. It knocked the power out in that area for quite a while and of course Gary got arrested for drunk driving. Two years later in 2005 he got pulled over here in Elk City and got arrested for drunk driving again. Luckily for him our cousin still worked at city hall and she got it fixed for him. There's no telling how many years he went without a drivers license and he lost it the first time when he tried to out run the police on a motorcycle, That was in the mid 80's and he crashed the motorcycle a few blocks from the hospital. He got up to try to run from the police on foot, but his ankle was broke in half and so was his wrist. He was is a wheelchair for a long time and he made it so miserable for everybody that was around him.

Gary wrote several statements that are in my paperwork and so did a few other people. Nathan Brokelman, Dr.Ahn, Officer Chris Black which is the same cop that is talked about previously in this blog. He told me at the beginning of 2007 that I should just run the cab blind folded and act like I don't see any corruption. A few months later he called me up on the phone and told me that there's just too many people involved in this mess and I was going to have to give up. Chris is now a Highway Patrol in the Lawton area and I never did like him much [ I wasn't nearly the only one that disliked him either]. I got a vehicle towed a few years ago because the tag had been out too long. Chris was the one that stopped me and I told him that I needed Haines Wrecker Service to come get it because they give me a discount since I advertise for them. Well he called the other wrecker service just because he's evil and at that time it really hurt to come up with the money to get it out of impound.

I believe in forgiveness, but I also believe that somethings deserve a little mud slung back in return. I honestly can't remember doing one ruthless thing to my brother Gary in his whole life. Maybe there's something I've done and I just can't remember. I doubt it and he would have told me if there was something. The things I've mentioned are just out of viciousness and I will probably never understand why he did that. On one statement to the police Gary wrote "My brother Randy Albert has been having problems with paranoia and delusions. He feels that people are following him and trying to kill him. He told me today at approx.3:30 p.m. that whoever was after him "was going to pay" I believe when he made this statement that he meant physical harm to these people. He had a wild look in his eye and I became afraid. All this took place after we began to discuss his situation with the criminals and cops being after him. He feels his house is bugged, phone calls are blocked by govt. and drug dealers are actually trying to kill him. He just lost his kids and wife and it has made him to the point where I believe he's violent. When I left his property today I was scared for myself. [cont.]."

His lies are so foolish and I just want people to know the truth. I'm going to add some more info about what's on the papers I received from the court appointed lawyer and maybe putting this together will help keep me from getting railroaded like this again. I want to get everything out on the table so I can get the best advice and I can definitely handle criticism. Just a little protection from someone that has a lot of knowledge about mental issues would be a start, if that is possible. I need something that makes it more difficult for a state doctor to just say I'm paranoid and delusional because they're being told to do so. I know there's a way to turn all this into something positive that can be used to warn people about what can happen when you come up against this kind of evil and who knows maybe I can patch up some of this nonsense with my family. Not only have none of them ever offered any kind of emotional support, but they've actually joined in the abuse and made it a lot easier for the people I'm up against to continue their terrorism. Just think what a difference it would have made if a couple of my siblings would have went to bat for me at the first of 2007 when my phones started getting tampered with and I just don't understand the logic of them acting so ignorant about it. I can see why they might be hesitant to put themselves in harms way considering the circumstances, but it's just weird how they just wrote it all off as insanity. I guess that was just the easy way out for them and I can't imagine ever reacting the way they have even if it was a total stranger I was dealing with.

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