In August 2017 I was deported from Japan for the third time. The Japanese authorities gave me a chemical lobotomy in the same mental hospital that housed me in 2005. In 2005, I was strapped to a gurney and left in a darkened room for days with a catheter and diaper. Ain't modern medical science great?
About 2003 I discovered our Japanese ancestry. I thank genealogical research coupled with The Tokyo Mind for that knowledge. My legal education was also essential, without which I would have been unable to spot issues, appreciate contradictions and multiple truths, think critically, etc. Like my discovery in 1993 that our mother had faked her death, I kept our Japanese ancestry a secret. I had been raised to lie. Haven't we all?
In 2005, my first spouse had me forcibly committed to facilitate her green card divorce. In 2017, I was detained so they could force my second spouse, 加奈, to divorce me.
Upon discharges, I was discharging. Involuntarily. I was drooling. I couldn't walk and talk at the same time. I could barely walk or talk.
In 2017, flying from Japan, I changed planes in Atlanta. While waiting for my connecting flight in the boarding area, I defecated in my underwear. My younger brother picked me up at MCO. I have always been the strong, can-do elder brother. Not that day. He cried, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, as he wheeled me away.
In August 2017, I lived in Volusia County, first with my brother, then in a mental asylum. No doubt my siblings thought the mental asylum's initials and my initials being the same was a coincidence. Just one more example of biopharma expropriating my identity for financial gain.
In her childhood, in addition to my grandfather's spouse, my mother was largely cared for by Anna Laura Fox, born 20 August 1892 in Ellicottville, Cattaraugus, New York, United States, died 20 January 1986.
Auntie Laura, as we called her, was a former spouse of my granduncle, Ira H. Martin, born 26 May 1897 in Buffalo, Erie, New York, United States, died 09 February 1997 in Fort Myers, Lee, Florida, United States. After my mother had left, Auntie Laura confessed to Amy and Brad in 1980 that my mother was Japanese. Amy kept that information from us. For 36 years, Brad did too, until he finally told me in 2018 on his 90th birthday.
During the last 40 years, from time to time I would call my father. When I called, he would ask me why I was calling, or what I wanted. I would explain, in tears, "You are my father. Sons call their fathers."
In 2018, Amy, my second mother, had had the decency to divorce my father, not abandon him. Yet. They were bickering over the house value, so she had not yet returned to Spain.
Amelia "Amy" de Pedroviejo Diaz
born 13 May 1948 • Madrid, Spain
Seaworld 1984
On 01 May 2018 Tuesday, Amy, Brad and I sat on their patio at 100 Anchor Drive in Ponce Inlet, Florida. I confessed to meeting mom in 1991, 12 years after her purported death. They told me of Auntie Laura's confession. I learned long ago not to ask why. Why did they hide my ethnic ancestry from me, from our siblings? No answers. Just heal.
My father could use a little mercy now The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground His work is almost over, it won't be long, he won't be around I love my father, he could use some mercy now My brother could use a little mercy now He's a stranger to freedom, he's shackled to his fear and his doubt The pain that he lives in, it's almost more than living will allow I love my brother, he could use some mercy now My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit, it's going to take forever to climb out They carry the weight of the faithful who follow them down I love my church and country, they could use some mercy now
Every living thing could use a little mercy now Only the hand of grace can end the race towards another mushroom cloud People in power, they'll do anything to keep their crown I love life and life itself could use some mercy now Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now I know we don't deserve it, but we need it anyhow We hang in the balance, dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground And every single one of us could use some mercy now Every single one of us could use some mercy now Every single one of us could use some mercy now
There is no love like Christian hate.
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