UNDER CONSTRUCTION. THANK YOU! Spring 2022
I’m still editing after initial construction in spring 2019. In order to polish a piece, I need to edit a lot and still need an outside editor. I publish while still under construction because I need accumulating actual mental torture to stop.
This defense attempts to correct the record. It requires an elaborate time structure (which requires an extra amount of very painful editing). And documentation when one is falsely accused of delusion, hallucination and psychosis. This is not a memoir. This is me still trying to save my life from retaliatory criminal (not forensic) psychiatry.
Since the spring and summer of 2019, when I first drafted this website, I’ve been filing rounds of Michigan Civil Rights complaints in response to current retaliation and harassment from my many attackers (school, police, Catholics, state of Michigan), as well as surviving. My complaints have been accepted and are still under investigation, delayed due to COVID. They are means toward possible legal redress, as I understand it.
Here is my complaint about the City of Livonia/Livonia Police accepted and under review with the Michigan Department of Civil Rights regarding retaliation on April 1, 2019, in conjunction with St. Mary Merciless and Bay County Sherriff’s Department.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1j_ee6FjJZF2iFFhsWPgKa9NkUO3fz7VN/view?usp=share_link
New Part Four Chapter Titles:
Chapter: Suicide swatting: “Crazy Lady on the Loose, Get Her!”
Chapter: Livonia Police Fuck the Bitch Squad
Chapter: SAVE MY LIFE! My version of events.
Chapter: Suicide Swatting: “Crazy Lady on the Loose, Get Her!”
How exactly did my body find itself in the emergency room of St. Mary Merciless?
Land of Motown Community College suicide swatted me.
This means Land of Motown Community College made false police reports saying I was suicidal when I was not.
The school reported I was suicidal when they knew I was sarcastic and vowing to sue.
Land of Motown Community College knew my lawyer was gone off the case, and that my husband had died.
I was not being allowed to teach.
They stopped paying me.
The school was grossly delaying and withholding empty, meaningless “due process,” regarding my bogus suspension and threats of termination.
The union had never been on my side.
The school had been psychological abusing me with false accusations and hack shrinks for nearly a year.
But these details were not shared with Livonia Police dispatch.
Land of Motown Community College purposely misled the Livonia Police as part of its attack and did so with involvement of multiple staff members.
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Later, the next year, in an Oakland County administrative court, the school’s top cop, Terry McCauley, testified that my nemesis in human resources, William MacQueen, told him to do it: make the call to the Livonia Police on February 22, 2013.
The top school cop, Terry McCauley, on record under oath, made a key connection in this criminal chain of events.
Terry McCauley told an administrative court, under oath, that William MacQueen told him to suicide swat me.
Terry McCauley was not reading my Facebook page.
He was following orders from William MacQueen.
William MacQueen’s office was reading my Facebook page.
The top cop, Terry McCauley, was likely working in Pontiac, while his kingpin, William MacQueen, sat in Bloomfield Hills.
Or were they in the same room plotting?
~*~
My hometown Livonia, Michigan Police unnecessarily abducted me from my rented home in Livonia because basically they were told to do so, white male cop to white male cop.
Crazy lady on the loose. Go and get her. Lock her up!
Years before Trump started using that phrase about Hillary Clinton and other women.
~ * ~
February 22, 2013.
It was a Friday morning.
My life was a living nightmare.
Over the months of 2012, my nemesis kept adding to his bogus paper trail.
First, Land of Motown Community College said I was suddenly crazy, then through William MacQueen, started saying I was suddenly a bad teacher, too, after seven years on the job with hardly a student complaint.
The attack damaged and stung deeply, as intended.
I felt the dirt piling on my live grave.
~*~
That morning, I was posting on Facebook about missing posts.
Posts from the witch hunt paper trail, from Land of Motown Community College, generated by my nemesis, William MacQueen, that I had been posting to document my horror, were missing.
I was upset, angered, moved to heightened sarcasm.
~*~
There is a great deal of video and paper documentation to help regale this part of the story, too, like the evidence about Land of Motown Community College’s retaliation, originating from the school.
I’ve made extensive use of the critically important Freedom of Information Access Act.
Michigan’s Freedom of Information Access Act laws are regarded as the weakest in the country because they protect key office holders, like the governor’s office.
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The school’s misleading paper trail picks up here, with a fax from Land of Motown Community College’s top cop, my state-protected suicide swatter, Terry McCauley, to Livonia Police dispatch.
Note the fax’s cover letter indicates that Terry McCauley was in Pontiac, at Public Safety headquarters.
District Office is to the south of Pontiac, in one of the Bloomfield’s (Township, Hills, etc.).
Land of Motown Community College boasts five campuses and additional outposts. Livonia, Michigan, where I was living, is in Wayne County, with Detroit as its hub, to to the south.
~ * ~
Terry McCauley, top school cop for Land of Motown Community College, worked both fax and the phone lines, complicating matters.
A forensic examination of the timelines of events is needed.
~ * ~
city offices
Land of Motown Community College top cop, my suicide swatter, Terry McCauley, sent a fax to the Livonia Police with supposed evidence from Facebook that I was suicidal a half an hour after he first phone called Livonia Police to say I was supposedly suicidal.
AFTER I posted I was trying to SAVE MY LIFE, a post which was not shared with the Livonia Police.
Terry McCauley sent the fax just before ten o’clock on a Friday morning, after I posted “SAVE MY LIFE” on Facebook, but he did not send the “SAVE MY LIFE” post.
There is no good reason to wait so long after calling to the police to send the police supposed Facebook proof that I was allegedly suicidal.
There is no reason to wait to fax, then withhold that I was trying to “SAVE MY LIFE.”
The fax from Land of Motown Community College’s top cop, Terry McCauley, containing supposed Facebook support for suicide swatting me, is time stamped 10:24 am, well after I posted I was trying to “SAVE MY LIFE,” a Facebook post which was not shared with the Livonia Police.
I posted “SAVE MY LIFE” before 9:59 am, according to Facebook.
The Land of Motown Community College paper trail and suicide swatting omits and buries my main idea on February 22, 2013: “SAVE MY LIFE.”
~*~
My pattern has been, when allowed to edit, to later edit heavily and clean up my social media posts, which is why my “SAVE MY LIFE” post is such a mess of spelling errors.
Plus, I’m a horrible typist. “SAVE MY LIFE” was one of my last posts on February 22, 2013, which matters a great deal to me and my life, or it should.
But I was not allowed to edit “SAVE MY LIFE” for proper spelling.
Instead, I was unnecessarily abducted from my home by Livonia, Michigan Police.
~*~
What did Land of Motown Community College and Terry McCauley fax if not “SAVE MY LIFE”?
~*~
Well, first Terry McCauley’s first phone call, during which Terry McCauley read from what was faxed.
Meaning he had the fax in his hand and could have faxed it immediately. Not wait over a half hour.
At 9:49 am, the Land of Motown Community College top cop, Terry McCauley, began suicide swatting me to the Livonia Police, by phone, through a series of three phone calls.
As a sole result of this action alone, Terry McCauley’s first phone call, not his delayed fax (which was sent after the police arrived at my rented home), the Livonia Police dispatched two squad cars, an ambulance and a chaplain, who remained silent, to my rented Livonia home.
The Livonia Police reacted before they received any proof at all that I was suicidal or dangerous to others.
The paper proof sent did not support Terry McCauley’s phone calls. But by then it was too late and didn’t matter.
The Livonia Police in 2019 reported they no longer have recordings of the phone calls, just the paperwork from Land of Motown Community College.
Good thing I obtained and kept the phone calls in 2013.
~*~
Land of Motown Community College’s first suicide swatting phone call, time stamped 9:49 am.
Three false police report calls were made that morning, February 22, 2013.
One call was withheld and not released through FOIA by the Livonia Police. What was said in that call?
In his first phone call, Land of Motown Community College’s top cop Terry McCauley did not tell the Livonia Police dispatch about gaslighting.
Land of Motown Community College’s top cop purposely misled the Livonia police and did not share anything about the federally documented hostility between our parties.
A white male cop in a position of authority purposely and knowingly lied to police dispatch.
And the Livonia Police dispatch, likely a white male cop, automatically believed Terry McCauley, despite the oddities evident in the false calls.
Worst of all, Terry McCauley purposely mislead Livonia Police dispatch by reading only one portion of one Facebook posts among seven I posted in short order, in under an hour.
Terry McCauley to the Livonia Police Dispatch cherry picked and only read: “My husband is dead, to which the school contributed, and I [sic] opretty much would like to die too, The world can [sic] fuxck off at this point. Someone please come to my home and kill me, and put me out of my deep misery.”
There is no room for doubt that Land of Motown Community College did indeed intend to cause me harm and did indeed set me up for calamity.
~*~
(transcript entirety)
What Terry McCauley did fax when he did not fax “SAVE MY LIFE” or any of the other six posts I created that morning:
“Many many many important posts in which I spent a huge amount of time that should be showing on timeline publicly are missing between Feb 14 and Feb 9. William MacQueen’s bullshit discharge letter, two April 2012 letters from the same evil one and online documentation about John Bonnell the ENG teacher at Ronald Reagan Democrat community college that wretched evil MacQueen harassed before me are gone from public sight. I have stated that I am creating a paper trail to document the illegal and extremely damaging activity of the school. I have promised to stop when they stop torturing me. I am not being paid. My husband is dead, to which the school contributed, and I (sic) opretty much would like to die too, The world can (sic) fuxck off at this point. Someone please come to my home and kill me, and put me out of my deep misery. Where are those posts that should be showing on my timeline?”
The key word here is “misery.”
This is a word, my own, which was misconstrued and taken out of context by Terry McCauley as he misled the Livonia Police, with intent to do harm, an action which influenced the next bad actors in the chain of command and broken communication, at St. Mary Merciless.
Yet even this print out of my Facebook page from February 22, 2013, minus “SAVE MY LIFE,” did not affect the Livonia cops or the Catholic hospital because the Livonia police did not receive it until after they manhandled me.
Terry McCauley’s misleading first phone call was enough to set off the domino effect.
~*~
There is more in the phone call to find objectionable.
And to persuade Livonia Dispatch to trust untrustworthy Land of Motown Community College.
According to Livonia Police records, specifically suicide swatting call #1, Land of Motown Community College top cop reported me to the Livonia Police for purportedly saying “nasty” things about the college, which, even if true, is not an infraction of the law or indication of suicidal thoughts.
I object to the description of my hair as “bushy” (and later at St. Mary Merciless I object to the description about my “hygiene.”)
“Don’t have her call me,” top cop for Land of Motown Community College told the Livonia Police dispatch.
Don’t let him suicide swat me and get away with it!
Listen to this a man happy carefree whistle while he suicide swats me!
~*~
Seen in the video I made of Terry McCauley’s first suicide swatting phone call: my 2012 new writer’s website, containing essays about teaching, feminism and me.
“Three Sets of Lips” (one on the face, two in the vaGINA) was the name of my feminist blog at ginafournier.com.
My new writer’s website debuted in April 2012, just as my nemesis, William MacQueen struck.
Soon after, my website was ransacked by hostile outside force and taken out of commission at the same time I was attacked by Land of Motown Community College.
I don’t have pictures otherwise, but there’s a peek of my writer’s website in the Livonia Police audio recordings I video recorded for Youtube.
It was beautiful, just the look I wanted, the home page featuring a Suzy Homemaker oven under a tag line (something like), “life without ima-gina-tion is not worth living.”
Not news: my name as a domain name, as a dot com, has been purchased by a hostile source, it seems to block re-creation of my voice, the one that Land of Motown Community College did not respect.
~ * ~
Chapter: Livonia Police Fuck the Bitch Squad.
The Land of Motown Community College paper trail, which sometime snakes through the telephone, also courses through police video recordings.
February 22, 2013. 10:08 am.
The first Livonia Police DVD says the Livonia police arrived at my residence at 10:08 am, after I posted “SAVE MY LIFE,” but before Land of Motown Community College faxed to Livonia Police dispatch Facebook postings, minus my Facebook post “SAVE MY LIFE.”
~ * ~
In contrast to the Livonia Police report, in the recording, I said the cops were hurting me.
That I repeated.
I said I wanted my lawyer.
Repeatedly.
Gina Fournier to the Livonia cops, referring to Land of Motown Community College: “I want them to stop torturing me. That’s what I want!”
I may have already been pushed inside, jumped and handcuffed by that point.
According to the police DVD, the Livonia Police arrived, completed their harassment, jumped me, handcuffed me, unnecessarily abducted me from my home, and shoved me in the back of a police cruiser in less than ten minutes.
About half-way through that time I was jumped and handcuffed.
Instead of deescalating, the Livonia Police escalated.
~ * ~
The Livonia Police dvd visual recording is made by camera attached to the police cruiser’s dashboard, as it sat on the street.
The sound comes from the body of Officer Langley.
Why were sight and sound separated?
Did Livonia Police also have available body cameras at the time, which I would have preferred?
~*~
Is there is a blip in the visual footage?
I did not hallucinate the presence of an ambulance.
Was it removed through photo shop like techniques?
Did the Livonia Police not start the tape until after the ambulance pulled away?
I don’t trust the Livonia Police.
~*~
Here’s a transcript I created from the Livonia Police DVD:
The Livonia Police dashboard cam shot through a wet windshield shows a snowy scene on Cardwell Street. A second cop cars pulls up. Figures dark against the white, the cops, walk to my front door. My rented home is entirely off screen. So the action is recorded in sound only, until I am dragged out of the house, and shoved in the back of the police cruiser.
Sound of knocking on the door.
Sound comes Officer Langely’s body? Does this mean that Officer Langely could have worn a body cam too, if he was wearing a body microphone?
Officer Langley: “Miss Fournier? Miss Fournier?”
That’s Ms. you, obvious sexist.
Me (from inside and behind a closed front door): “Yes? Yes?”
I sound afraid.
Officer Langley: “I’m Officer Langley. Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?”
Because my voice becomes less muffled, I must have opened to the door at this point.
I never should have opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.
“Why don’t we talk right here. What’s up?”
I was cooperative but sounded reasonably guarded and reasonably afraid.
Officer Langley: “No, I need to talk to you for a second.”
I should have asked for a warrant right then, but I had no experience with cops harassing me at home, or anywhere, in 48 years.
Me: “I would like to talk right here. Do you have a . . . . . I would like to talk right here. I would like to talk right here.”
I was going to say “warrant” but we were speaking over one another.
Me (said with real alarm and concern): What’s going on? All of a sudden I open the door and there’s (unclear) police officers.
Officer Langley: “I got a call concerned about you.”
ME: “Who called?”
Officer Langely: “Someone from the college.” (patronizing tone) “Do you work at the college.”
ME (terrified and very upset having been told that the college was making life hell for me actively and attacking me by calling the police): “The college has been attacking me since April. The college is torturing me. I have a lawsuit against the college. If the college would leave me alone, I would have no problems.”
Actually, my weak Ann Arbor had filed a complaint with the EEOC, not a lawsuit, but I simplified under the stress.
Officer Langley (acting and playing the role of good cop in his tone of voice): “It’s really cold outside. Do you mind if we talk inside?”
Me: “No, I do mind.”
I tried to handle to situation well.
Me (continuing): “If you have a . . . .”
But I didn’t get out the word “warrant.”
Me: (continuing, made very nervous by the presence of white male cops misled by Land of Motown Community College, patronizing me): “I need to document this for my lawsuit.”
I should have said “warrant,” but I was thinking that I did need to document that false police report and the unnecessary police harassment.
Officer Langley (adversarially): “Did you make a (unclear) . . . . this is on recording.”
Me (noting Langley’s loss of a good cop tone and switch to adversary and matching it with a defensive tone): “Good.”
Me (very upset and very afraid): “The college is to trying to save it’s ass. “
Officer Langely (sarcastically dismissing my story): “That’s great.”
Me (continuing, getting more upset): “It doesn’t care about me. It’s already killed my husband. My husband died on December 26 due to the illegal action of Oakland Community College. I’ll record it all. I’ll stand here for hours making sure you people know you’re torturing me.”
Officer Langley was trying to interrupt me. he was dismissive of my story and demeaning to me. And he led a botched so called welfare check.
Officer Langley: “Can I ask you one question?”
WAS THE TAPE CUT HERE?
BECAUSE NO QUESTION IS HEARD ON THE TAPE.
I remember the guy asking me out loud his harassing and abusing question.
Officer Keaton, in the follow up reports includes the question: Do you want to kill yourself?
The next sound is my answer to a missing question.
Me (pushed to the edge, sarcastic, wanting torture to end): “I want you to kill me. I’m not going to kill myself.”
I thought the idiot sexist pig, all white, all male, Livonia Fuck the Bitch Squad cops would remember that I did not call them! They just told me, they knew that I did not call them. I just tried to explain to them that the school who did call them was an adversary trying to harm me. I didn’t have the word “suicide swatting” yet.
Officer Langley: “Do you want to kill yourself?”
He was using an aggressive and assertive voice by this point, yelling at me.
Me: “No, I don’t want to kill myself.”
Officer Langley (sounding like a prosecuting attorney): “Are you making a statement to that effect?”
Me (trying to defend against a poorly trained, inappropriately cop acting as prosecutor trying to trick and corner me into admitting suicidal thoughts): “No, I did not.”
I was defiant against the accusation that I was suicidal.
Officer Langley: “Ok. On Facebook . . . .”
ME (undone by police psychological brutality on top of a nearly a year of Land of Motown Community College psychological attack): “On Facebook I said come to my house and kill me. Are you going to kill me?”
Because I felt at that point like the asshole might kill me, like the asshole cop was killing me.
The asshole cop did kill me. He killed my former life.
Officer Langley (still cross examining me on the witness stand): “Do you want to be dead?”
I came to the door calm and not bleeding. I was not suicidal when I came to the door. This piece of white man cop shit wore me down instead of acknowledging my side of the story.
I did not say I wanted to be dead.
I tried to explain I wanted the school to stop torturing me, which included the false call and the arrival of the Livonia Fuck the Bitch Squad and the psychological harassment I was enduring.
Me: “I want the torture to stop. I would like to be out of the pain I’ve been in since April because of William MacQueen. Is that clear? Is this recording clear? This man has attacked my livelihood. He has killed my husband in part. I’m furious. I’m in pain. I’m in agony. And if you would like to shoot me, please go right the fuck ahead. But I am not insane. I am just in pain. I am in pain from this school. And I want this torture to stop. That’s what I want.”
I did not call the cops.
I knew they weren’t going to shoot on demand.
I was not undone until they undid me by believing Land of Motown Community College instead of me.
I was trying to say exactly what I wanted.
Can I help it if in my sensitivity I felt the doom of sexist idiot Michigan white male Livonia cops eager, ready and willing with the power to motherfuck me?
The next noise is that of a melee.
This is when the Livonia police pushed me inside and jumped me.
I repeat about five times: “No! No! No! No! No! I want a lawyer present. No! I am being very clear. This is what they want. This is what they want!”
Then some idiot cop asks: “What is your first name? Gina?”
Me: “I know my first name. What are you doing to me?”
(there’s more as they pull me out of my house)
~*~
The Land of Motown Community College bogus paper trail last seen in the form of my suicide swatters misleading fax to LPD, picks up with the Livonia Police paperwork that was generated on February 22, 2013.
The Livonia Police did not have Officer Langely write the police report.
The had another cop write the police report, Officer Keaton, who took over for Officer Langely, and drove me to the fucking Catholics.
Why change lead cops?
To diffuse? To cover up?
In the full span of his police report fiction, Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton stated he filed out a petition for hospitalization at St. Mary Merciless when he handed me in handcuffs to a social worker.
First Owen Keaton wrote the petition, then he wrote the police report.
~ * ~
Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton’s handwritten petition of hospitalization paperwork submitted to Wayne County Probate Court is difficult to read.
Whichever Livonia cop he was, of the four who showed up at my door, Owen Keaton also wrote this shorter account addressed to Wayne County Probate court and he did so first, before he returned to police headquarters.
First, Owen Keaton composed a shorter narration by hand for the Petition for Hospitalization, submitted to Wayne County, and evidently later, secondly, composed a longer sexist narration for the Livonia police report.
In other words, once Owen Keaton established the essential lie of his false claims, he stuck to it and elaborated.
~ * ~
According to Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton, I was essentially a crazy lady on the loose in her own home just waiting for Livonia Police Officer Langley to knock on the door.
I don’t even know where Owen Keaton was standing while I was talking to Officer Langley.
Owen Keaton, checked box 3a: “I believe the individual has mental illness and as a result of this mental illness, the individual can be reasonably expected within the near future to intentionally or unintentionally seriously physical injure self of others, and has engaged in an act or acts or made significant threats that are substantially supportive of this expectation.”
No police officer is trained to make this assessment in less than ten minutes while his brother in arms escalates and exacerbates the stress of false request for welfare check.
You have no idea the rage I feel, even now, nine years later.
In contrast to this form, Owen Keaton did not have evidence of “significant threats that are substantially supportive of this expectation.”
Correction: Male cop exhibits sexism and criminality.
by Jennifer Gorman, patients rights advocate (don’t be fooled by her title). How does this “assfucker” know if I am a veteran or nor?
What did he personally observe? asks the Petition for Hospitalization form.
Owen Keaton checked box 4a. “The conclusions stated above are based on my personal observation of the person doing and saying the following things:”
Owen Keaton: “Subject had posted online stating she ‘didn’t wish to live anymore.’
Not factual. Not true. Fabricated quote.
Owen Keaton: “Subject further posted she wanted to be ‘put out of her misery.'”
SARCASTICALLY! Not in actuality, and if the Livonia cops had not rushed in, manhandled and escalated, if they had talked to me and listened to what I was trying to tell them, we could have looked at my Facebook posts on my computer and I could have explained the situation.
I was trying to “SAVE MY LIFE.”
~ * ~
Owen Keaton: “Upon making contact with Fournier she became verbally abusive.”
How did I verbally abuse Owen Keaton that morning?
No fabricated quote is supplied.
Nothing recorded on the Livonia Police DVD supports that claim.
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Owen Keaton: “Fournier stated that she, ‘doesn’t want to live anymore’ and wanted officers to kill her.”
No, I did not want officers to kill me, and no, I did not make that statement.
Check the audio. Check the transcript.
Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton made up false quotes and misrepresented me.
~ * ~
Owen Keaton: “I want to be taken out of my pain”
Did not say.
I said I wanted my pain to end, which included pain caused my Livonia Police harassment.
Owen Keaton: “I wouldn’t kill myself, I want someone else to kill me.”
Did not say. I said I did not want to kill myself. I did not say I wanted anyone to kill me.
Owen Keaton: “Please!”
Did not say!
Check the audio. Check the transcript.
The Livonia Police DVD taken from the dashboard of a police cruiser does not support the phony quotes attributed to me in the Livonia Police report (written after police interaction and following below), adulterated by Officer Owen Keaton, whom Rich Cunningham in the state’s AG office protected from charges of perjury.
The Livonia Police DVD does not support the Livonia Police Petition for Hospitalization of the Livonia Police report, so further compare and contrast, like comparing the two Land of Motown Community College hack shrinks with the Dr. Andrew Muzychka’s perjured clinical certificate in Section Two, is necessary.
Please note: No file was attached to the Petition for Hospitalization, no clinical certificate. Because Dr. Andrew Muzychka did not evaluate me on February 22, 2013.
~*~
Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton did not execute the best of his abilities.
“I declare under penalties of perjury that this petition/application has been examined by me and it is true to the best of my information knowledge and belief.”
Initialed, not signed, by Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton, badge #539, February 22, 2013.
Why didn’t he put his entire name on the form?
~*~
February 22, 2013. Livonia police report.
The Livonia Police report, dispatch phone calls and police dashboard DVD for February 22, 2013 were the first documents I obtained through the Freedom of Information Act, in the spring of 2013, after the looney bin, after I was forced to quit.
The Livonia Police were not nice to me while releasing records.
Livonia Police acted as if they would have preferred I either stayed locked up forever or died, but no matter had disappeared and stayed gone, one way or another.
does it take to screw me over? What about Lieutenant Donnelley?
He’s the one who reported back to Land of Motown Community College top cop,
according to the Livonia Police audio materials.
QUOTE FAIRLY AND ACCURATELY.
INVENTED QUOTATIONS = PLAGIARISM, PERJURY
Owen Keaton: “On the listed date/time, I Officer Keaton, was dispatched to listed residence along with Officer Langley, Officer Reilly, and Lt. Donnelly on a well being check.”
Why four white male cops?
How many Livonia cops does it take to screw me over?
Did the cops play games with me by switching lead cop midway through their botched efforts?
In the Livonia Police DVD, the cop talking calls himself Langley, yet this report is written by Owen Keaton.
It has taken me nine years to be able to stand to look at all this crap and listen to all this crap long enough to realize that Officer Langley was the lead cop at my rented Livonia house, but Owen Keaton drove to the cop car to the fucking Catholics and filled out the paperwork.
Owen Keaton was the stupid cop who drove me to St. Mary Merciless.
What about Lieutenant Donnelley? Officer Reilly?
Lieutenant Donnelley is the one who reported back to Land of Motown Community College top cop, according to the Livonia Police audio materials. (in which of Terry McCauley’s calls? re-check)
Which cop rode shotgun in the squad car with Owen Keaton?
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Owen Keaton: “As soon as Officer Langley explained why we were at her home, she became verbally abusive.”
How did I verbally abuse Livonia Police officers?
Pure bias.
Verbal abuse would not be an indication of intent to commit self harm, but also it is not fair or accurate.
I had been verbally abused by Land of Motown College for nearly a year.
The Livonia Police should have been listening to me tell my story not manhandling me and fucking me over.
In his bogus report, Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton complained like a true male sexist, using the words “louder,” “screaming” or “yelling” twelve times.
That morning, if Officer Langley had simply asked, What’s your side of the story? and listened to me about Land of Motown Community College setting me up, I may not have been as traumatized as I reasonably was.
Owen Keaton: “As Fournier continued yelling, it was very difficult to get any word in. Fournier stated that the college had made her life a ‘living hell’ and stated , ‘I just want to be put out of my misery”. Fournier went on to say that she, “didn’t wish to live anymore.” Fournier was asked if she wanted to hurt herself or was suicidal to which she responded, ” I would’ kill [sic] myself, I want someone else to kill me.” She then looked at Officer Langley and I, threw up her arms and asked us to kill her. Fournier pled with us to kill her, begging to us over and over again to kill her and ‘take her out of her misery.'”
I didn’t say I wanted to put out of my misery.
I did not say I didn’t wish to live anymore.
I didn’t say I wanted someone else to kill me.
I did not ask the Livonia Police to kill me.
This is so fucking painful, I am delaminating in pain. April 1, 2022.
The Livonia Police DVD does not support these false claims about what Owen Keaton claimed I allegedly said.
In bad faith, Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton made up quotes to justify Livonia Police action.
Try to find support for this claims. Listen to the Livonia Police recording.
Support doesn’t exist.
I most certainly did not ask the Livonia Police to repeatedly kill me and take me out of “my misery.”
Furthermore, once they got the DVD, the police could have corrected their report, but they didn’t.
~ * ~
The Livonia Police pushed me into my house much sooner than what their written report suggests. And things did not go down as Owen Keaton described them.
The Livonia Police Officers Langley and Keaton did not discuss with one another whether or not they should abduct me to the looney bin, the full documentation they generated makes clear, then follow me into the house.
Instead, they acted like an out of control mob of sexist white boys. The first guy pushed me inside and others followed and jumped me.
Owen Keaton: “At this point, Officer Langley and I both agreed that there was sufficient grounds to take Fournier into custody and transport her for a psychiatric evaluation. Fournier was still outside of her home with at least one foot on the porch. She was standing in the exterior doorway of her home and still denied up permission to step inside.”
If I were an attorney grilling this guy under oath, I would ask him about how much attention he was actually paying to my feet. And why.
Why would I invite all white male police mob, with guns, acting abusively and dangerously, showing their bias and poor training, into my home after Land of Motown Community College misled them and they evidently believed a crazy lady was on the loose?
The scene was much more chaotic due to Livonia police mishandling, and the action moved much too quickly.
~ * ~
Livonia police officer Owen Keaton’s words try to NOT recreate a fair and accurate description of what transpired. His report is a retelling designed in bad faith to cover Livonia police missteps. It completely ignores and eviscerates my humanity and my civil rights, without evidence of care or honesty.
The Livonia police report does not job jibe at all with my actual person, my personality or my last Facebook post, and it contradicts the Livonia Police audio recording.
Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton committed perjury. And state attorney general Bill Schuette let him.
~ * ~
One thing the Livonia Police report does corroborate: the absence of a doctor on the scene at St. Mary Merciless.
And it says I was not violent or threatening with hospital staff.
~*~
Livonia Police spent no more than six minutes in my presence before they condemned me to death.
Less than six minutes before they handcuffed me and carted me off to the looney bin.
~ * ~
I was not treated with care.
I was ambushed.
I was harassed.
I was not listened to.
~ * ~
Livonia Police Officer Owen Keaton spent more time fabricating reports than he did in my presence.
I was not suicidal.
~ * ~
No one tells the English teacher that dishonest writing may kill her.
Still fighting for justice almost ten years later, there’s an argument, sarcastic one, that says I would have been better off shot dead than be forced to watch the Livonia Police DVD and read the plagiarized Livonia police report and Petition for Hospitalization, both written by Officer Owen Keaton, then to endure the nonstop hell of my life since February 22, 2013.
I must detail the full facts and story.
To complete the process of the Michigan Civil Rights claims filed in 2019 and still under investigation.
And to write my memoir.
Because there is no way I can not fight to have my story told and the record corrected.
The world can gaslight me, but I can’t gaslight myself.
~ * ~
Feedback for Owen Keaton’s reports.
Writer automatically fails.
Recommendation: expel the student.
Even more, Lock him up!
~ * ~
Livonia Police: admit you screwed up and apologize.
I have asked the Livonia Police numerous times: please help me get the criminals at the sick twisted heart of this crime.
Instead, they let Owen Keaton retaliate.
Owen Keaton shows up in my too long story again, April 1, 2019, when the Catholics retaliate.
Again Owen Keaton will lie in his police report. He will says he took me to the Catholic looney bin multiple times.
Once was enough to end my life.
~*~
February 22, 2013. 11:41 am.
Making sure the cops were riled up and persuaded by untrustworthy Land of Motown Community College.
In his second follow up suicide swatting phone call, time stamped 11:41 am, after I was already deposited like stolen goods at St. Mary Merciless, top cop at Land of Motown Community College, Terry McCauley, falsely suggested to the Livonia Police that I posed a real possible danger to other Land of Motown Community College employees, for which he had zero cause, reason or proof.
Clearly, the school wanted to harm me.
Not help me.
I was not intent on suicide by cop.
Land of Motown Community College was intent on looney bin lock up by way of cops.
~*~
Land of Motown Community College top cop called himself “chief” and described my Facebook post as “basically a suicide [stutter] threat and we have an ongoing concern about not only her welfare for herself but her welfare as it intersects with others namely [chuckle] our employees . . .”
which was a lie.
Terry McCauley did not share my posts about school employees with the Livonia Dispatch.
~ * ~
After I had been unreasonably seized from my home, listen to the Livonia dispatcher, in Terry McCauley’s second suicide swatting call, stumble as he tells Terry McCauley that special consideration can’t be shared just because he’s “chief,” because of what the agent for the Livonia Police “came up with . . . um . . . we’re not . . . we’re not uh . . .”
May I finish your sentence?
The Livonia Police are not . . . competent or trustworthy.
And they realized they had fucked up and fucked me over.
~ * ~
Three suicide swatting calls were made by Terry McCauley, to make sure I was set up for calamity.
Two calls were released by the Livonia Police Department through the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA).
What words were exchanged in the third call?
Chapter Twelve: “SAVE MY LIFE!” My version of events.
February 22, 2013.
I got up around 9 am. I made coffee. I sat down at the computer. I opened Facebook. I checked on ongoing recent situation. Posts that had been missing were still missing. Why?
Why were posts I’d made with Land of Motown Community College bogus paperchase papertrail documents missing?
~*~
I posted a few posts.
According to Facebook Memories in 2022, I posted seven times that day.
Facebook memories, in 2022, reversed order of what Facebook shows for my posts, using its filter, on February 22, 2013.
In other words, post one shows as my last post on February 22, 2013.
“SAVE MY LIFE” superseded my sarcasm.
Post one: John Bonnell, the male teacher William MacQueen took out at Ronald Reagan Democrat Community College, in Macomb County.
Point? I was feeling very stressed, like the look of stress on John Bonnel’s face.
A little after 10 am. Rented home. Livonia, Michigan.
It all happened so very quickly.
I heard sirens. I looked out the window. My rented home was surrounded by cops. There was an ambulance. Two cop cars were parked on the street. A cop stood on the porch. Other cops stood on the lawn outside my windows. Naturally, I was alarmed.
Post two: “SAVE MY LIFE.”
Point? I was not suicidal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Post three: I was trying to figure out which Land of Motown Community College employee or employees were following my posts and, more specifically, if they were connected to the disappearance of my posts of school documents. I didn’t think I’d get answers, but I felt compelled to document.
William MacQueen had made clear in his letters and in his binder that I was being followed. Apparently, this face was listed as following me.
I did make an error in this woman’s name. Suzanne Rice was the name of an administrative assistant at a previous job. Suzanne Williams (check) was the name of William MacQueen’s assistant.
Post four: Same as post three.
Post five: This is the post that ended my life, which should not have been the case.
In the context of all that had been going on, since I was hired in 2005, meaning teacher to teacher bullying, and subsequent lack of protection from the union and administration, and especially since April 13, 2012, when William MacQueen launched his psychological attack on behalf of the school, I was clearly stressed out and sarcastic.
Me on Facebook, post five of seven, including “SAVE MY LIFE”: “I have stated that I am creating a paper trail to document the illegal and extremely damaging activity of the school. I have promised to stop when they stop torturing me. I am not being paid. My husband is dead, to which the [sic] scool contributed, and I [sic] opretty much would like to die too, The world can [sic] fuxck off at this point. Someone please come to my home and kill me, and put me out my deep misery. Where are those posts that should be showing on my timeline???????????????
The last line is critical here, though Terry McCauley only read a small portion of this post to Livonia police dispatch, “My husband is dead . . . . Someone please come to my home and kill me, and put me out of my deep misery.”
Dispatch sent The Livonia Police Fuck the Bitch Squad based on Terry McCauley’s phone call alone.
Yet I was my normal sarcastic self, fighting to “SAVE MY LIFE,” not suicidal.
And the school knew it. I was the same aggressively sarcastic voice who told William MacQueen on Facebook that his mother should have coat hanger aborted him. In his binder of bogus materials used to bash me, sent February 6, 2013, the school recognized my personality as objectionable, not physically dangerous.
~*~
Why was my typing so extra bad and getting worse?
Because I heard sirens.
I heard sirens and they set off a deep reserve of fear, like I was a cavewoman being chased by large teethy animals.
I was typing like crazy.
I was going back and editing, while I was posting forward.
I swear I would have edited my sarcasm in post five, too, but I ran out of time.
Post six: I vowed to keep posting.
Dead people can’t post!
I wasn’t suicidal!
Post Seven: Same as post six.
~ * ~
While I was still posting on Facebook, I noticed cops walking past my windows around my house.
I went to the front door. I saw cops standing on the front porch.
I thought I was being arrested.
When I spotted a virtual swat team out my windows, I thought they were coming to take my computer and arrest me for writing “nasty” ideas about Land of Motown Community College, like Terry McCauley said in this first phone call.
I was afraid, and naturally I was pissed off.
But I was more afraid.
Stupidly, I learned later, I opened the door.
Not knowing any better (not yet), I stepped out onto the porch.
I said in low but scared and nervous voice, What’s up?
I did not repeatedly ask the police to kill me.
I was not suicidal.
~ * ~
I didn’t ask the police to kill me at all, not really.
Just once, in what I thought or at least intended to be a clearly deadpan sarcastic joke intended to lower the heat of swat team surrounding my house. I thought the police would know that I did not call and that my response was intended to convey the opposite of what I said.
To indicate the absurdity of the situation.
I should not be held responsible for Livonia police mishandling.
Over the course of almost a year of psychological warfare, after many years of bullying by my colleagues, of course I was afraid!
I was surrounded by sexist apes! Sent by the school! They told me they were sent by the school, so of course I was afraid!
~ * ~
Standing on my porch, with an intellectually vacant façade, the lead operator, the paperwork suggests his name is Officer Langley, told me my employer called.
Originally, I thought the lead cop standing on my porch was Owen Keaton, who drove to me to St. Mary Merciless, but painstaking review of the documentation suggests Owen Keaton took over for Langley, but Langley was one the one talking to me on the porch.
Langley oozed emotion but lacked brains: he said earnestly that my employer cared about me.
Immediately, it was certain that Langley had bought into the game of Telephone that linked this part of the paper trail.
When my pain wins, I feel like I’ve been voted world’s Most Hated Person and that the entire planet is against me.
~ * ~
Here’s what I recall.
Perhaps I remember with bias, but I recall smirking to some degree, even chortling a bit, through panicked anguish, when Langley said my employer Land of Motown Community college cared about me.
No, I can assure you, I replied, my employer does not care about me.
If Langley and his crew had been well-trained and if he had been listening to me, he may have asked me, What do you mean, your employer does not care?
But he did not ask me any meaningful questions.
And he was not prepared to listen to my side of the story.
~ * ~
If the white male present, who was not in police uniform, who was wearing a knit blue cap, with “chaplain” emblazoned on it, had done his job, I may not have been necessarily police abducted from my home.
I ask what kind of man of God he is when I was being shoved in the police cruiser.
But the chaplain remained silent the entire interlude.
This point makes me so mad, I can’t spell the word chaplain.
Imagine my frustration.
~ * ~
Why was the Silent Chaplain involved?
His name and presence were omitted from the police report.
I was given his name by the Livonia Police over the phone.
The name of the silent white male chaplain is stored somewhere on Facebook.
~ * ~
This group was not well trained, I’m guessing, and did not drill.
No female officials were dispatched.
I have dubbed the group the Livonia Police Fuck the Bitch Squad, which is clearly inflammatory, but fair.
~ * ~
So many human links had a direct hand in my mishandling.
Any one could have stopped it, or tried, or come clean afterward.
~ * ~
None of the white males assembled were prepared to listen to me, to allow me to be me, apart from their hallucination about me.
That’s what I remember.
That’s what the record shows.
~ * ~
Behind my very brief conversation with Langley on the porch, I saw the ambulance pull away without me.
(The ambulance I don’t see in the police dvd I just watched. Did they delay the start of the DVD until the ambulance pulled away?)
I was not spurting blood or bearing weapons.
I was not shouting loud enough to disturb neighbors, in contrast to Owen Keaton’s police report.
My voice is naturally bold.
I was quickly shoved inside the house by sexist apes, who did not care for me either, just like Land of Motown Community College, who sent the Livonia cops to mess with me, not help me.
~ * ~
It all happened too quickly, but I recall what transpired in slow motion.
After seeing droves of student faces, one look at Langley’s face of fear told me I was dealing with what I dismissively call an idiot, which made me even more afraid, so we were two orbiting objects coupled with fear, which is not a good thing.
I looked at Langley’s face and thought: another stupid white male in position to negatively affect my life.
Likely that statement is colored with my heinous experiences with too many corrupt and sexist white men since Langley was set upon me like a mindless hound dog.
Langley actually thought my employer cared and assumed, like he was told, that I was a suicidal crazy female.
So he hammered me into saying something about suicide.
~*~
Why would the top cop for my employer, a massive organization in Oakland County, be privy to such personal information about my interior world, with me at home in Wayne County?
Langley and I did not discuss any finer points, like the many Facebook posts I had posted that morning. My computer was sets away. If he had handled the situation properly, I could have shown him the posts and told him my version of the story, and told him I was trying to “SAVE MY LIFE.”
I tried to correct him.
As I recall, I tried to get kinda quickly relaxed (given the trauma of the circumstances) and a little chummy.
I tried to tell him my story.
Langley assumed incorrectly that he already knew my story without need from my input, which is a fine illustration of sexism.
Nothing I could have I said would have changed Langley’s mind.
~ * ~
Langley beat me up with the notion that I was supposed to be suicidal.
Langley asked, Do you want to kill yourself?
I replied, No. I want you to kill me.
Bad time for a joke, but I am sarcastic and, relatively speaking, considering the figurative flames burning around my body, I delivered the line in my own authentic sarcastic voice.
I was being ironic.
Irony: the opposite of the truth.
Well, maybe I did not deliver my sarcasm with purposely relaxed body gestures and my almost smiling smirk, in a relative whisper, like I prefer to picture, but that does not mean I was unknowingly suicidal or deserved what happened to me.
Okay. After finally re-listening to the video, for the first time since I lived downstate, I hear that I was upset and cry talking, but my emotional disturbance was due 100% to outside attack by Land of Motown Community College, of which the Livonia Police had become a part.
However, I did not shout and scream and plead like a crazy woman over and over in a variety of ways asking the Livonia cops to kill me.
The Livonia Police DVD contradicts Owen Keaton’s paperwork.
~ * ~
The Livonia Police dvd says it was 10:08 am when the cops pulled up to my house.
I had just posted that I was trying to SAVE MY LIFE a few minutes before.
The situation was absurd.
The Livonia cops were over-reacting based on purposeful misinformation.
I was not able to deescalate.
I held none of the power.
The Livonia police escalated.
They held all of the power, and loaded weapons.
~ * ~
Black boys and black men need to be trained how not to set off murder by racist police.
I had not been trained how to handle sexist poorly trained police set off by a purposely false police report.
I did not know how to handle a sexist fuck the bitch squad set off by a police suicide swatter (even before the term “swatter” existed on Wikipedia and in the culture).
How did I get abducted from home for being suicidal after just telling the world I was trying to “SAVE MY LIFE”?
First, the Livonia Police were intent on making me appear suicidal to fit their sexist imagination, then Owen Keaton was intent on covering up Livonia Police mishandling in his bogus paperwork.
~ * ~
Do you want to kill yourself?
Langley asked again a second time after I said no, which is badgering.
Or, he was confused.
What good is grilling going to do on a supposed welfare check?
How about more tender care? I wasn’t holding any weapon.
Why did Avon choose to call me that day?
I was set up!
What kind of question is that for police to knock on the door and ask me, like he did?
There was no protocol to rule out error evident in Livonia Police procedure.
~ * ~
No, I want this to stop.
That’s what I said. Meaning, I want this harassment to stop. My memory is fair paraphrase.
Actual quote from the Livonia Police DVD: “I want them to stop torturing me. That’s what I want.”
Langley assumed I meant I wanted my life to stop, so he pushed me inside my rented home.
His brothers-in-arms-goon squad followed like white on rice.
Underneath the picture of my newly dead husband, I was handcuffed while still wearing my pajamas and fluffy pink bathrobe.
~ * ~
Very soon after I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, within what reviews like two minutes, but in for sure no more than six minutes, I was dragged out of my house.
I was pushed into the back of a police cruiser wearing handcuffs.
My old dog girl, Dalva, had not yet gotten out of bed, which she needed help to do.
Again, my memory is reliable in terms of the too-brief amount of time the Livonia Police spent before they ended my liberty.
The Livonia DVD corroborates.
~ * ~
It was soon snowing.
~ * ~
I took a long time to drive from lower Livonia to St Mary Merciless in the snow.
Langley had given the reigns to Owen Keaton, who drove, me in the back, handcuffed like a criminal, one of the other cops riding side car upfront.
After a long ride, Stupid Cop (my name for Owen Keaton and Langley, too) pulled the police cruiser up to the back door of St. Mary Merciless Catholic Hospital emergency room.
The horror. My heart dropped to hell.
Hand cuffed in the back seat, wearing my pajamas and pink bathrobe, I had been lecturing (on the reading crisis), yelling (at the idiot cops), singing (God Bless America), and doing schtick (my sarcastic tone) the entire like forty-minute ride through poorer to richer Livonia because my life had become completely ironically bonkers.
I should have been a painter or even a comedian, instead of an academic.
Parked at the looney bin, Stupid Cop, who drove, turned to me in the back seat and said, “Hey, do you know a Barry Fournier?”
My last name is Fournier. The current president’s first name, his college nick name, was Barry. That was one of my thoughts in response.
Stupid Cop started chatting with me parked outside of St. Mary Merciless Looney Bin, like suddenly we’re one-night friends, sitting at a bar, after a few drinks.
I exploded.
We had not not friends.
Stupid Cop’s partner shot him a dirty look, as if saying, What are you doing? Let’s dump this broad!
~ * ~
When will I learn to allow white men to feel like gods?
Feeling humiliated, Stupid Cop pulled me out the back of the squad car and SHOVED me, while still handcuffed.
I got the extra shove, I thought, based on television and the movies, reserved for perpetrators of crimes, not the supposedly seriously mentally ill.
~ * ~
This exchange was clipped off the end of the last segment of video.
Eventually, I will listen again to all three Livonia Police DVDs, but I can’t now. Self protection.
~ * ~
I was terrified as we approached the rear sliding door to the emergency room of St. Mary Merciless, me in handcuffs, Stupid Cop guiding me forward.
I knew it would be bad inside this particular Catholic looney bin.
It was, very, very, very bad.
Back in the squad car, when I asked the Livonia cops where they were taking me and they told me, St. Mary Merciless, I spurted out, “Those cunts don’t even have high school diplomas!”
That set off my acting out in the back of the squad car, which ended once I was retrieved from the back of the squad car and faced my grim immediate future feet away.
~ * ~
Later, I went back and took a photo shoot of the hospital and specifically this same door.
Death awaited on the other side. I remember exactly. I remember too much.
Remembering hurts but I need to set this stone marker of a narration, my story of criminal mental abuse protected in modern America, in place once and hopefully for good.
Remembering hurts but I need to set this stone marker of a narration, my story of criminal mental abuse protected in modern America, in place once and hopefully for good.
~ * ~
It sounds stupid now, and hopefully not seriously mentally ill, but once the Livonia Catholics had me in their grasp that first day, I knew I needed to be pro-active.
I was familiar with this crowd and its antiquated culture.
The place even had a bad rap among area Catholics.
I would not trust the Felician nuns I knew with a dead hamster.
