The writing was the only way I found to break the silence about Worcester cops' misconduct, like planting evidence, use of badges to harass people, lying to send innocents to jail; breaking into houses, and using excessive force; I would like to t...
My name is Jane Austen. This story happened, in Worcester,Mass In 1993, but I wrote it on Christmas eve, 2018, I should've written it in 1994. This story was always in my mind, It's not an old fairy tale or a love story; it a true story about a cheating wife who kidnapped a child and filled his head with lies. So, actual people and actual places inspired all the characters.
My main character is a father who used to be an adventurous guy in his younghood. He used to trek the Amazon rainforest, explore rivers, go camping,and backpacked in many cities.
In the early eighties, he travelled abroad and lived in different cities in the US, like New York, Boston, and Los Angeles. He used to say that he would never go back to his country,he loved the American culture,he loved women's behavior, most of them were focused on dating to build a family, so he would marry an American girl, but unfortunately, he made a wrong decision,he returned to his home country and met a single mum.
We're in 2018,It's almost new year's evening, and I'm in a park listening to the birds.
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What a beautiful day today In Florida!; I'm holding my cellphone, reviewing a chapter, and watching parents and children playing on the green grass in a small spot, unfortunately, I can't make out what they are saying; it's a foreign language, and while I'm listening to them, I compare the beautiful image of this family in front of me, with the broken family that I've written about.
Let's go back to the story.
In 1994, I received a mini tape recorder in my P O Box from a friend of mine; he's an ICE agent, I mean, he works for Immigration Customs Enforcement; he wrapped it in a piece of a written paper, I read it and kept it in my safe box, it was written :
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April 16, 1994
**** Hi, Jane. I was inside the Hampton Hotel Inn, in the lobby; I noticed the manager, called Jay Hoffman, was talking to a Bellhop. Anyway, they were laughing a lot , and it sounded interesting to me; I thought it might have information about illegals immigrants, then I hid my mini tape recorder.
After listening to it many times, I found out it is about a foreign father living illegally in the US, chased by the Worcester cops.
So, I decided to send it to you, listen to the tape carefully and make a nice story.
