That’s All I Remember A Melanie Katz Memoir Series 2, Part 3
“All Rise . . . The Honorable Judge Jesus Jones presiding. Your Honor, today’s case is The United States vs. Katz, you may all be seated.” “May it please the court and ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Marsha White, counsel for The United States in this action. Your Honor we are asking that the Defendant Melanie Katz be deemed incompetent for her blatant disregard for the law, and she lacks the ability to reason and at times has become completely psychotic.” “Your honor my client is in no way shape or form incompetent, and has been a test subject in a contracted program since the age of 2 years old, and we have proof. In addition your Honor, the 3rd party agency has deployed a group of criminals to carry out scare tactics and harassment, we also have proof of that your honor.” You never know how important your rights as an American Citizen are until they are blatantly stripped away at birth illegally. The prosecution’s plan was to deem me incompetent as a result of “off-the-books” evidence they had compiled for 37 years. The evidence included live audio of me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for 37 years. However, it would not include what they had done to propel, exacerbate, plant, and instigate each claim they were about to make. They had planned to exclude the fact that the 2 women had planted something in my ears, and the fact that there had been something planted there as a child as well. The program’s technology had improved, and they had to make adjustments to the planted device. Not only did this program record me, but it recorded everyone around me. I was permitted to hear other recordings of family and friends, and they were permitted to say anything in my ear. My attorney had proof, live video of them in the act, and managed to secure enough evidence to prove the program existed. Also, the fact that this had been a part of my daily life since the age of 2. Many
have come forward, and revealed the program in online videos, court proceedings and other publications. I had become what is known as a Targeted Individual at the age of 2, stripped of the right to be an American Citizens. My rights had become different from the rights of the average citizen. I’ve always wondered if this was some type of debt my parents owed, or some type of experiment, or if I had done something drastically wrong as a child. What would warrant such a drastic measure at the age of 2? Apparently, this program has existed since the 60s, and the people behind it were responsible for millions of deaths. Many mass murderers could not handle the program and went totally postal killing people at random. Upon apprehension or after they had committed suicide, they or friends and family claimed that they’d heard voices telling them to kill people or themselves before the incident. Why? Why would people speak into someone’s ears, and why would they tell them to do bad things? It sounds like some type of high tech toy some rich kids parents gave their children to “drive their enemies crazy”. For me, as far back as I can remember, it was as if they were trying to find out if I had some type of weird alien power to cause earthquakes, or natural disaster. Fat chance. As I got older the rhetoric used by the program participants changed. It had gotten worse, and I felt helpless, until we were able to prove who the participants were, why, and how they were able to accomplish such an evil task. Online videos have revealed military men sitting in front of a computer with headsets speaking into microphones. I would beg to differ. Furthermore, how dare they lead people to believe that the military have been hired to sit in facilities, or inside submarines to “drive people crazy?” That in itself has put them at risk of attack as well. “You’ve been set up to fail.” My mother described my every situation that went terribly wrong as being set up to fail. By whom? I didn’t understand who had set me up to fail, and why. Who sets someone up to fail, over and over, since the age of 2? I thought I had done something wrong, and I was being punished for it, what could I have done? A 2 year old? If I had done something so wrong, then why didn’t they sit me down and correct what I had done wrong at 2 years old. For 37 years they hide behind the program and carry out “hits” of punishment by setting you up to fail? There have been death threats, racial slurs,
derogatory comments, threats of nuclear warfare on the United States, and even men speaking an Islamic language giving what sounds like some type of orders. They attempted to make me believe so many things to make me appear “crazy” to the outside world. When I would see the alleged actors of the program they would say nothing about the program, however lead conversations in different directions. They always wanted to talk about race, color, hair texture, politics, social issues, crime. Always the same conversations. Just weird. I came to realize, I wasn’t the one with the problem, and perhaps they needed a little therapy. It was like they eat, slept and breathed me every day. I would wake up and they would be there talking until I would go to sleep. My only relief was turning on music. What was even stranger, the man who was responsible for the entire program had raped me as a child. Was this his revenge? Even then, what had I done? He wanted me to suffer; he, his friends, and family all wanted me to suffer. My own friends and family went along with it, as if they were afraid. I had no idea what to do, other than get proof. I knew it was them because they raised questions of my sanity for any little thing, for the slightest reason. They thought the entire thing was funny, I’d often hear laughter. I wondered what the other Targeted Individuals (T.I.’s) were hearing. I often think about the people that were unable to handle the program. Those that are doing time that may have reacted in a negative way to what they’d been told. My heart breaks for the victims of this vicious program. They claim that the victims were criminals. I beg to differ, many were innocent people carrying on their everyday lives. They had succumbed to a “mentally ill” person’s rage. My only thoughts were, this program will end, it must end. In this country, the program is illegal; many have contested it, and won. That’s what I was about to do, win. Even if I have to jump in front of a bullet to do just that. Summers of 85, most of my friends were wearing braids; they looked so beautiful. I begged my Mom for braids that summer. She hired a beautician to braid my hair and add a bit more hair in, I looked amazing, I thought. “I need you to go to the store for a gallon of milk hun. Here, make sure you get the correct change.” Skipping to the store with my new braids, four huge girls approached me. One grabbed my hair and pulled the braid out. They all began punching me,
over, and over again. They were at least sixteen years old, I was 7. I was jumped again, they yelled, “You have fake hair in your head, you are black!” “You’re black! And don’t you forget it you little b****!” There were rumors that the mob required everyone to be totally natural. No fake hair, no makeup, and that everyone of color were “Bloods”. I didn’t know if that were true, but I was determined to become an attorney one day, I didn’t want to be a gang member. What was that about? I didn’t understand. I think I remember a bit more.
That's All I Can Remember Series 2, part 3