Stood My Ground and Walked It: Story of Hidden Racketeering in the Heart of Washington

By Quadriyah

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781669870524

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Stood

My Ground

and Walked It

Story of Hidden Racketeering in the Heart of Washington

Quadriyah

Copyright © 2023 by Quadriyah. 849081

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Rev. date: 03/20/2023

In memory of those who went ahead of me and did not make it.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Section 1

Chapter 1     The Early Years

Chapter 2     The Quest for a Better Life

Chapter 3     The Foundation Shook

Chapter 4     My Special Mommy

Chapter 5     The Broken Life

Section 2: The Travel thru the Camouflage

Chapter 6     The Cover-up and Odd Coincidences

Chapter 7     The Season of Hope

Chapter 8     A New Freedom

Chapter 9     Ruby’s Prayer Line

Chapter 10   Complexities of Problems

Chapter 11   The Battlefield

Chapter 12   The Hard Ground

Chapter 13   Camouflaged Organized Crime

Section 3: While Waiting on the Lord

Chapter 14   The Dawning Light Activity

Chapter 15   While Waiting on the Lord

Chapter 16   Visions of God Exposing Racketeering

Chapter 17   He Secured the Way

Chapter 18   Spiritual Healing and Deliverance

Chapter 19   The Spying Dog Falls

Section 4: Light At the End of the Tunnel

Chapter 20   The Sour Hour

Chapter 21   The States Transition

Section 5: Standing in the Light

Chapter 22   Life Back Home

Chapter 23   God Will Tarry Me No More

Chapter 24   God’s Recovery and Financial Restoration

Chapter 25   The Vision of a New Shelter

Chapter 26   Stand Firm with God

Chapter 27   Prolific Deliverance

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

T hanks to God for bringing me through this trial, and I thank him for giving each individual and organization the heart to support and help.

Thanks to my mommy and grandmommy for a rich life of motherly love.

Thanks to Tabernacle Missionary Baptist Church–Tree of Hope Women’s Shelter for the lodging, association, encouragement, prayers, love, and nonjudgment.

Thanks to the YWCA for helping take care of my bare essentials and listening to my complaints about my situation.

Thanks to Ruby’s prayer line for her prayers.

Thanks to Hoover Chambliss for caring so much about me and encouraging me.

Thanks to Damascus Church in Seattle, Washington, for paying my energy bill two times, my phone bill, and transportation.

Thanks to Mount Zion Church for paying my hotel rent for one week.

Thanks to Mount Calvary Christian Center for paying two of my utility bills.

Thanks to Extended Stay Hotel management for working with me and having such luxurious and clean hotels for a cheap price.

Thanks to the Technical Women’s Alliance and the supporting businesses associated with it.

Thanks to the Store House for keeping my belongings and then surrendering my goods to me for a low fee.

Thanks to Mailbox Express for working with me during the very hard times.

Thanks to Jewish Family Services for paying my rent for one month.

Thanks to Peggy J. A. Williams, author of Up Against the Water, for her encouragement and support.

INTRODUCTION

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified.

—Romans 8:28–30

G od calls us according to his purposes. He is the master problem solver. He knows how to get to the very root of problems. Our faith is what moves God into action. During my season of trial, I found God to be right there along with me.

The scripture says, The Devil is walking about like a roaring lion ready to devour his victims. The systems here on the earth have layers and layers of evil wrapped in a coating of evil protected by evil. Only God can unravel, remove, disintegrate, and fully clean up the results of the machinations of the devil.

This book is about my personal experiences with financial interruptions and my fight against homelessness as I maneuvered around a very strong financial white-collar racket. The racket slowly brought my middle-class status to that of a pauper. I faced many struggles, pains, and hardships. It was a process of character building, patience, and total reliance on God. Also, in this book, I had many dreams and visions that helped me understand and get through the difficult times. I am an extremely ambitious person and believe strongly in the American justice system and that I can achieve my lifelong, cherished goals no matter what. As I learned, my cherished goals were engineered by God, so he made the way.

Throughout this experience, I have learned to not judge homeless people as inferior. Many homeless people are in their situations due to white-collar racketeering, language barrier, or lack of understanding of the American culture or ravaged by the grips of lack of money, mental illness, or some sort of drug or alcohol dependency.

The rate of homelessness is rising. According to the Wikipedia: Homeless in Seattle Measuring the growth of homelessness in 2004, was about 4232 were homeless; In 2010, there were 8,878 persons on the streets in Seattle per the Seattle PI. In 2022, according to USA facts reports the numbers has risen to 25,211; the loss of life is growing as homelessness increases from year to year. I can see why this problem needs some attention. The Crutchfield House is my way of giving back and helping those in need.

CHAPTER 1

The Early Years

The Formative Years and Life in Oregon

I am originally from Portland, Oregon. I graduated from a small private college. I am a person who enjoys spending money, shopping, dressing up, and fascinating people. My life was a little hectic when I was a kid because there was so much chaos happening around me. Initially, I was raised by my grandmother and grandfather until the age of about four or five years old, and then I moved in with my mom later on.

I was a different type of kid; one of my early memories of myself was when my mother disciplined me. She figured out a way to discipline me by taking away a favorite toy. After I figured that bit of information out, I would always take my less favorite toy and play with that around her. And when she disciplined me, she always took that toy and not my favorite one.

I was a strategist at a young age. After meeting my daddy for the first time at eleven years old, he introduced me to a game called chess. The whole family engaged in this game. My father was very certain that to succeed in life, it is important to have some sort of strategy. As I embraced the game, I became quite good at it. I was unbeatable at thirteen years old. I soon loved to sit there and organize my approaches; I found it to be very relaxing.

In spite of getting to know myself better, I went through critical crossroads as a child. Most of the older generation did not go to college. I always told myself that I would go to college and that my life would be in order.

My Childhood Dreams and Visions

As a child, I always had dreams and visions. And I used to see things that I figured no one else could. One show that I had watched was Ghost Whisperer. As a Christian, I always knew that ghosts were taboo and associated with unacceptable things. But when I was a little girl, I used to see ghosts just like the main character did. I could never speak about the gift around my family and friends.

As a kid, my cousins and brothers and I would explore places, alleyways, abandoned garages, abandoned portable schools, and homes. We went into a home right after it had burned, and I saw a family there sitting at a table two rooms from where I and my relatives were standing. We were scolded by an adult passerby, so we left and went home for our private scolding from our parents.

Time after time, I would always see a ghost. Most times, the ghosts were not harmful. They seemed to be just as normal as any living human being. I learned as a little girl to be quieter than the rest of the crowd. I never wanted to speak out of turn or even convey that I could see something that others couldn’t see because, then, that would make people think that I was crazy.

I had a dream that was so clear that it scared me. Every day I would walk to Humboldt Elementary School in North Portland, Oregon, when I was in the second grade. Our house was just four blocks away from the school. Nowadays, children are grabbed off the street, so it is less safe than it was in the ’60s.

But one night I had a dream that my school was broken into by two teenage boys. I could see all the activity as if it were a movie. I watched as they trashed the school. They broke the window of the door and unlocked it from the inside; they went into my art classroom and tore the classroom’s paintings, popsicle figurines, and other art that the children had created. They broke chairs, pens, pencils, and the teacher’s things. I watched as they went into at least five classrooms, trashing everything.

After my dream, I woke and went to school. As I neared the playground, I could see there was a ruckus going on near the entryway of the school. I could see the teaching staff talking and trying to figure out what to do. Someone called the police. So, the staff decided to meet with the children for an assembly, and they told us what happened and to tell an adult if we knew anything. I couldn’t talk about my vision because this era did not receive it well.

I went outside the school and was looking around at what happened when, suddenly, while on my way back inside, I saw the two teenagers in my vision fully engrossed in a game of basketball near the entryway to the school. And they seemed to be not in the least bit bothered by what had happened. I was stricken in my place and could not move. They looked at me strangely and kept playing basketball. I went into the school. Afterward, I never saw those guys again. They used to play there on the weekends. They never returned and played basketball on the weekend or weekday.

As a little girl, I knew things that many others did not. I continued to keep quiet about these matters. But one experience really bothered me to this day. In 1967 or so, I had an experience that I wished I could tell then.

One day in the summer, my mother, grandmother, brothers, and I went to Unthank Park. We stayed for a couple of hours and walked to our house, which was on Commercial at the time between Skidmore and Going Streets. We lived in a house that was owned by a dentist before our family took residency there. Right before we got to the house, I could see our neighbor, a large black man, with his white girlfriend. He was standing on his stairs and talking to his girlfriend, who was sitting on the porch. He was very mean to the children who played in his backyard. He had a swing set, and sometimes we would go back there and swing until he told us to stay off his property.

Well, after that, I took a nap, ate dinner, watched TV, and then went to bed. When I woke up, I looked out the window at the swing set. As I looked, I saw the neighbor guy in his yard. He saw me looking out of the window. He motioned for me to come over there. I hurried up and got dressed and ran over there. I loved to swing. It was about eight fifteen in the morning. The children in the neighborhood were always watched closely by the adults. So, I knew I was safe. He said that I could swing. And while I swung, he spoke to me. He said that I had my whole life to live. He said to do well in school and make something of myself. He seemed very regretful of the way that he lived his life.

He said that he was killed last night by the police and that his body was in his house. He said there was an argument, and the police killed him because he was going out with a white woman. After swinging a little while longer, I lost interest and stopped. I thanked him for letting me swing, and the man was nice and cordial to me as I walked away. I had walked about five steps away from him when I suddenly turned around to look at him again, and he disappeared. Now this was another part of a story that I just could never tell. I wanted to tell my cousins that he let me swing. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said happened to him.

A few days later, in the afternoon, I heard these sirens stop next door to our house. I grabbed a little chair and stood on it to look out of the window. There were about eight police cars at the next-door neighbor’s house. I saw the coroner carry out a large body bag. I knew it was the black guy. I couldn’t remember if the white woman was there or not. I think she called the police. I wondered why there were so many police cars there, and they were the ones who killed the man. I always hoped that those officers would be caught.

I don’t know too many people who have the gifts I have. I have few friends and try my best to do unto others as I want others to do unto me. I accept my uniqueness because, on many occasions, I have been much better off following my own intuition, dreams, and visions.

My Memorable Angel Sighting

I had several experiences with angel visitations as a little girl. One morning I was planning how I was going to play. I had been eyeing these flat logs in the backyard for some time and wondered how fun it would be to take the logs and slide down the alleyway. This was my secret that I intended not to share with any of the other kids, so when the morning came, I got up.

I was just about to turn the corner of the garage, headed for the logs, when I saw these three people blocking my path to the logs. They were gorgeous-looking people, one man and two ladies. The ladies were dressed in a different type of outfit that looked like it was entirely nylon scarves. The man had on all-white clothing, and they had a message for me. It was one of encouragement. They told me that I would go through very hard times and that it would seem like no one loved me. But the man was clear; he said, Remember that I love you. He told me that I was going to be a millionaire.

Soul Sightings

On more than one occasion, I have gone into Humboldt School when no other students or teachers were around to hang out. I talked to teachers who used to work there but encouraged me.

One day while on the playground at Humboldt school. I came across a soul that was very evil. However, I did not know this one was evil. To me, the child was just playing on the monkey bars at Humboldt School. I wanted to play, and so did she. But she was trying to get me to hurt myself, which was not cool at all. So, I did not want to play anymore. I stopped and walked away; when I turned around, the soul was gone.

Later, on the news, I heard about this little girl who had just died from falling off the monkey bars and hitting her head on the concrete. I did not play on the monkey bars for months afterward. And sometimes I would pass by the monkey bars and see the same little girl playing among the other little girls. I would avoid the monkey bars completely and keep my mouth shut.

And then on another occasion, I came across a soul that was bandaged up and aching. I got unintelligible words from that person, and then it disappeared right in the halls of Humboldt School. I came across a soul that wanted my help to tell the authorities that his life was mercilessly taken. When I was a little girl, this was common, and this was why I was quieter because I could see more than everyone else could.

My High School Years

I started high school basically as a very shy and quiet person. I kept making the honor roll and worked hard to build my career. I worked in the office at the school, and then later, I would start out my career during my sophomore year as a keypunch operator. It was very interesting how I started this career in 1975.

One day I felt like I needed to catch a bus and go to the University of Oregon Health Science Center. I got off the bus and just followed my heart as I found myself in the personnel office. I began looking at the job board and found that there was a keypunch operator job available. I went over to the department and told the keypunch supervisor that I was interested. Of course, I