Gangstalking Chronicle: Rev. David Plank / A&E

I Promised Ya a Case:

Dear Bishop:

I am contacting you because of a very confounding situation I’ve found myself embroiled in that involves a retired minister then of your Diocese, the Reverend David Plank. The situation is a little complex and detailed, but I’ll try to make it as concise as possible as I am aware that you are surely quite busy.

I am a confirmed Catholic from a very conservative hometown, Niles, Ohio. I graduated high school in 1988 and received an athletic scholarship to Nicholls State University in Thibodaux, Louisiana to play basketball. During my time at Nicholls I had a brief romantic relationship with a black woman. When I returned home for the following summer, I had a photograph of her and I together which I placed in a dresser drawer. I didn’t realize how little privacy I had from my immediate family at the time, so I was surprised when my mother looked at me with a scowl one day and said, “John—what nationality is Carla?” I immediately realized the photo had been discovered and played it off and said she was some nationality other than an African one, knowing she wouldn’t admit to violating my privacy.

I’ll preface the remainder of my story by telling you that I didn’t figure out what’s been going on for the last 20 years until February of this year. I left Nicholls State for good in December of 1990 and moved back to Niles. During the following summer, I worked for the Private Industry Council (PIC) of Trumbull County. The office was less than a mile from our house in Niles. They had a program called The Summer Youth Employment and Training Program in which they employed disadvantaged kids in the county doing jobs at public sites such as parks and schools. I think my title was "monitor," and there were about 8 of us in that position. We basically acted as field liaisons between the program and the on-site supervisors who were mostly custodians and grounds-keepers. Another monitor was a woman who is a year older than me who I went to grade school with. She and I were both single and very close to the same age and we started dating. The following January, I believe, I moved to Toledo to go to school (I went there for 2 quarters.), and she and I split up. We dated for about 6 months, maybe.

At some point while we were dating, she mentioned that she’d had a relationship in high school with one of the few black kids in town. When I told her that I’d also had a mixed relationship, she responded with a sigh and informed me that our parents and their connections were trying to fix her an I up together with the intention of preventing a mixed relationship—killing 2 birds with one stone, if you will. I was incredulous and said, “What? No they’re not. You’re crazy.” She smiled and we went on, me oblivious. After my experience over the past few years and looking back at another pattern that involves Reverend Plank, I see that she was quite right. She got the PIC job because the director was her across-the-street neighbor at the time. I got the job because my dad was buddies with a county commissioner. I recall wondering why I got the job at the time because I wasn’t really qualified for it. My dad just said to go down and turn in a resume. I recall Mahoney not being happy about me getting the job because of the political power play and the fact that I wasn’t qualified.

I ended up transferring to Ohio State University and graduating from there with a B.A. in Communications in March of 1996. (How’s my writing?) There are other events that occurred there that I won’t cover in detail as it would make this letter far too long. The following Fall, I moved to New York City to pursue a career in television production. As I mentioned, I didn’t see a certain pattern among women who entered my life until looking back earlier this year.

Cynthia Green

Early in my time in New York, I met a woman named Cynthia Green. I had just moved there, in fact. At the time, Cynthia was a freelance Information Tech Recruiter for Volt Technical Services. I was a working as bartender on the upper west side. Cynthia came in and sat at the bar and was very, very nice to me. She was dressed well and I found her interest odd because it was a very casual bar and I was struggling, so I wasn’t at all the kind of guy a successful New York woman like that would pursue and I knew it, but I had no idea what was going on at the time. No one introduced Cynthia and I. She waited for me to finish my shift and we talked. Cynthia, like so many young women in New York, had been an aspiring actress. During our first conversation, she made it a point to tell me that she’d had an extra role on The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire, which is true. (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2543271/.) That’s her in the yellow top in this YouTube clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4VeV6b6dUw. Cynthia and I had 2 dates. For one, she invited me to La Fondu, a German restaurant where the waitresss wore traditional German outfits. It closed not long after that. For the other date, she invited me to her apartment for dinner. During the date, she told me the following story: When her mother was pregnant with her, she went into labor on the night of a terrible snow storm. The car was blocked in—a Volkswagon, no less—and there was no one available to clear the drive. Apparently, Cynthia’s mother didn’t have a very good relationship with their neighbors. According to Cynthia, her mother was out in the driveway when a bearded man in a white hooded robe came walking by. He cleared the driveway (I forget where he got the shovel.) and Cynthia’s mom made it to the hospital in time for a safe delivery. Cynthia claims that the bearded man was Jesus Christ himself. I’ve always been one to respect others’ viewpoints, but I couldn’t help but to chuckle at the story. Cynthia was offended and that was the end of our relationship.

Sioux Logan

During my time in New York, I went to the Planterium dog run nearly every day to walk my dog. While there I was approached, again, rather aggressively, by a woman named Sioux Logan. (http://www.linkedin.com/pub/sioux-logan/0/a71/b8) Sioux lived on the same side of my block of West 75^th Street. Again, she expressed romantic interest, but I wasn’t really attracted to her, though I liked having her as a friend. Finally, she invited me on a date—to see the movie, “He Got Game.” (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124718/) Like Cynthia, Sioux was working in Information Tech Recruiting at the time and now owns her own company, Red Stream Technologies. (http://www.redstreamtechnology.com/4801.html ) Most importantly, though, Sioux is a graduate of Messiah College.

Mike Tricario and his Friend C.J.

I’m sure you’ve heard, Bishop, that in Manhattan, it is not uncommon to randomly meet people with whom you have a common acquaintance. It’s amazing how much it happens. Somehow, Sioux and I got on the subject of my co-workers on one occasion. I was working as a production assistant at VH1 at the time. The other P.A. on my project was a guy about my age named Mike Tricario. When I mentioned him to Sioux, she said, “Oh, yeah—I know Mike Tricario.” I thought nothing of it. Mike moved from Los Angeles where he’d had a regular extra part on the last few seasons of “The Wonder Years” to work that VH1 project we both got hired for. He sat right next to me in a very small cube. I recently contacted a few former associates from VH1 regarding my situation, and when I brought Mike up to one of them, his very words were, “Yeah—I could never understand why Tricario moved back to New York.” Mike was always kind of jerk to me, but that’s not the most important point. It’s more important that he ended up marrying a girl from our department named Jeanine Farfalla. You’ll notice mention of Sacred Heart University on their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/jeaninefarfallatricario.

Here’s the key, though: During our time at VH1, the department threw a birthday party for Mike at a local bar. My girlfriend at the time, who I lived with for 3 years, was Reverend Plank’s daughter, Carrie. Carrie was going to join us at the party, but couldn’t make it until later. Before she arrived, Mike introduced me to a female friend of his named C.J. Like Sioux, and Cynthia, and Carrie, C.J. was syrupy nice to me upon meeting. She just started raining compliments on me. The one I recall specifically was her saying, “Your girlfriend’s a lucky woman.” He hardly knew each other and I found the comments odd in that respect, but once again, I didn’t know what was going on. The most important thing, though, and even more odd, is that during that 20-minute conversation, the only time she and I ever spoke, she made it a point to tell me she’d recently had a date with black comedian, Dave Chappelle. (I recently contacted a former VH1 associate who is now a producer with TV-One in an attempt to confirm this.) I knew that volunteering this info was odd so early in a relationship, but again, it was Manhattan and it’s not uncommon to meet people connected to celebrities. I even recognized the pattern of early claims of connection to the black community, but just didn’t see the secret little thing that was going on.

Carrie Plank

I met Carrie Plank on the 4^th of July, 1997 by the water in Riverside Park. I started work at 3:30 that day and had nothing to do, and again, I wasn’t presenting myself in way that would attract a New York woman. As I sat there reading the paper on a sweltering New York summer day, Carrie came rollerblading by in front of me. Like Cynthia, Carrie had been an aspiring actress and had a degree in theater from NYU. Reverend Plank and the rest of the family found it quite entertaining when she did her favorite little schtick: running in to a wall. Indeed, she did it well. She turned around and came rollerblading by me again and kind of stumbled right in front of me, let out a charming laugh, and said, “I just got these things.” I said, “You’re doing great.” She passed in front of me 2 or 3 more times before she veered to the bench where I was seated reading the paper, grabbed the back of it and sat down next to me—in the midst of many empty benches—and said, “Phewwww, it’s hot.” Like Cynthia and Sioux, there was no intermediary in Carrie and I’s meeting and she was very, oddly aggressive. As any guy would be, I was flattered and we chatted for a while. Finally she lifted her sunglasses to reveal her best feature. Her blues eyes which fit nicely with her blonde hair and pale skin. We started dating.

I believe it was on our first trip to Speonk to visit her parents when the following scenario occurred: Reverend Plank approached me with a thin folder in his hand and an angelic smile on his face. He opened the folder to reveal a prom portrait of Carrie with an African-American date. Looking back, I recall seeing any of Carrie’s high school years books exactly once—in four years of dating. The NYU-educated actress sat next to me and held it on her lap, flipped through a few pages, and then slammed it shut, adding a comment about not liking yearbooks. Interesting, no? But wait—there’s more!

Carrie has a sister-in-law name Annette whom I met when I accompanied her to a family reunion in Maine. It turns out Annette is from Bellefountaine, Ohio. Wow—what a small world, no? That’s nothing, Bishop. I asked her if she knew an Ohio State roommate of mine from her hometown, Sean Newman. We were all mildly but pleasantly shocked when she replied that Sean is, in fact, her first cousin. I didn’t put it all together when Reverend Plank also mentioned that the Planks have other family in that part of Ohio as well.

In early 2007, I took some classes in Cleveland with the intention of entering the field of medical ultrasound. In that class, a guy named Marty Eggert aggressively befriended me. I still didn’g know what was going on at the time, so Marty and I went out for a beer a few times. Soon, I noticed that Marty was very, very concerned with finding me a girlfriend and tried hard to fix me up with 3 different women who just happened to be white, which I thought nothing of. Marty never finished the course he started there at Cuyahoga Community College. One night after I’d started getting stalked by Neo-Nazis, he invited me out to a “German Bar” in Cleveland. I was starting to get suspicious of him at the time, so I declined. He responded by inviting me over to his house to have a beer with some other friends of his in the backyard “by the fire.” When I told an a former television associate of mine about this, he said he’d done a piece about Neo-Nazis in the Cleveland area and found they met at a certain bar. I don’t have the name of the bar handy, but it was a very, very German name. Later, when I told Marty over the phone that I was planning on moving to California, he responded in a very hostile tone, “Oh, yeah?! Why you leavin’ the state?!” Sometime around then I saw a CNN special with Anderson Cooper about extremist groups in which Cooper mentioned that white supremacists are vehemently against mixed relationships because they view it as diluting the white race. When Marty made that comment was when I started to figure things out.

In a nutshell, Reverend, after being stalked by Neo-Nazis staring in late 2008, I’ve learned that I have been a target for them and other right-wing extremists for the past 20 years because of the mixed relationship I mentioned at the top of this letter. It has also become an unavoidable reality that many of these “operatives”, for lack of a better word, are very devout Christians. I now know that Sean Newman and another cousin of his, Jim Reed, who was also a roommate of mine at OSU are both Neo-Nazis and wormed their way into my life with the purpose of monitoring me and at least preventing a mixed relationship.

Furthermore, the patterns with the women I mentioned are undeniable: they all approached me with no intermediary; they were all very aggressive; they all have heavy Christian ties; they all made mention very early of some sort of connection to the black community; and Sioux and Cynthia both work in information technology. I have no choice but to conclude that all of these women and Mike Tricario entered my life with the premeditated goal of ensuring I marry a Christian white woman—a gross violation of my privacy and human rights. And since they couldn’t get me married, they’ve smeared my name into the ground. It might even qualify as a hate crime, an angle I haven’t yet pursued.

There’s much, much more I could tell you about how these people have been harassing me covertly and undermining my life for the past 20 years, but it would take too long and I get the feeling you’ve heard it before. I will mention, though, that my brother-in-law is a Nazi cop and my brother is a Scientologist with a severe inferiority complex against me. They worked together to use the internet to frame me for some terrible things and their actions against me are connected to what I’ve told you here. They dropped cryptic hints over the years and my bother-in-law once said, “We don’t lose one of our own.” I can only assume that he was referring to the fact that I was raised Catholic in a very racist town. My brother-in-law is a former marine and many of the people who have stalked and harassed me have had military backgrounds. One of them, a Marine, approached me at a Meetup.com get-together for bloggers and insinuated that I’m an enemy of the state. I’ve also been the subject of various other forms of character defamation, which of course, brings to light again the fact that Cynthia and Sioux both work in information technology. In 2009, while working as a security guard at a Steel Mill in Warren, Ohio, I was harassed with death threats by other guards and plant employees, while some used intimidating right-wing rhetoric. Some dropped hints indicating it’s connected to my family.

One last thing I must mention regarding New York is that my television career ended there because a co-worker at A&E Networks in Manhattan named Marc Greece, who I now know is a Neo-Nazi, harassed me until I wrote him an e-mail asking him to stop. The head of the department used the e-mail as grounds to terminate my employment. I didn’t realize he was harassing me and I walked away feeling guilty. How ridiculous.

In late 2009 I fled to California from Ohio because I was being stalked by Neo-Nazis and other extremist mobs. I’ve contacted several attorneys and advocacy groups I would think would be interested, but no one ever replies. I have a blog where I post the major events in the persecution, manipulation, defamation, harassment and stalking I’ve been subject to and much of it has had a positive impact, but I am still being stalked and harassed from time to time. While I don’t want to do it, my life has been ruined completely and I am starting to get the feeling that I have no choice but to post the information in this letter, including names, on my blog. Do you think this is the right move?

It’s a very strange situation, indeed, and some have suggested that it is a game and that I am the one being toyed with. I’m also sure that many would just write it off as “political pressure” and say, “Well, that’s life, John.” I call it blacklisting.” I can’t make this clear enough: It is positively not a game to me. Perhaps we could discuss the matter at your convenience.

Best Regards,

J. Paul Zoccali

Marc Greece at A&E

I lived in NY from 1996 through 2002 during which I time I worked mostly in television production. I worked as a format producer for A&E in Stamford, Connecticut in 1999. I got along fine with everyone there except the people who worked in the tape library, who were always extremely rude to me. I'd always thought I just rubbed them the wrong way and I didn't have to deal with them much so I didn't really think anything of it.

After a year of that, I worked for Atlas Media in Manhattan for a while before I caught wind of format producer position at A&E in Manhattan during the spring of 2001. I took the job. All that A&E Format Producers do is take completed shows and cut content for time and/or make sure the in/out times are correct for commercial brakes. It's a really simple job in the realm of TV production and requires regular contact with the tape library.

During the short time I worked there, they mostly had me formatting civil war documentaries and military-themed shows for The History Channel, including documentaries about different kinds of guns. Marc Greece was the head of the tape library there at the time. Starting with the first time I met him, he was quite rude, even hostile to me. At the time, I had no idea why. On one occasion, while I was viewing a documentary about some gun, he approached me at my desk and nearly yelled at me, "So what do you think of that gun?" He then started talking about a gun model I'd never heard of, basically trying to strike up a conversation about guns. I very politely told him "I'm not a gun guy." but he wouldn't stop. I was nothing but polite and told him again, "If you're into guns, great, but I'm not a gun guy." This happened on two different occasions.

Part of the Format Producer job is labeling the tape and submitting it to the A&E Library. After Marc grilled me about guns a couple of times, every time I turned in a tape he would come to my desk with it some time over the next few days, and in a very loud, intimidating tone, tell me I'd mis-labeled the tape, always making up some new bogus problem and eventually circling back to ones he'd already mentioned. The whole thing was absurd. I'm beyond qualified to properly label a tape. I was new there, so I didn't want to say anything to the boss, Jenny Hardy. Marc would also strike up other conversations in which he would basically attempt to harass me with an intimidating, hostile tone. He had me pretty irritated--and scared because I had no idea why he was doing it and I was new there--so I sent him an e-mail basically telling him not to talk to me for any reasons other than professional ones.

Right after I sent the e-mail, I went on a family vacation with my girlfriend's family. While there, Jenny called our apartment and left a message for me to call back. I knew it must have had to do with the e-mail, so I waited until we got back to Greenpoint to call. I called Jenny and she told me the e-mail was inappropriate and that I'd been terminated. I got upset and tried to explain what Marc had been doing, never thinking of the word, "harass." She told me I had "anger issues" and hung up on me. I couldn't rationalize Marc's actions, so I had no idea that he was simply harassing me and I didn't know what to do. It wasn't until my experience of the past few years that I figured out that my experience with Marc Greece is one part of a bigger picture of covert politically-motivated persecution and harassment connected to my family, originally stemming from an interracial relationship from 20 years ago. My brother-in-law is a very, very far right-wing extremist cop and former marine. I suspect he's in the KKK. My brother is a Scientologist with a very serious inferiority complex against me because of height and the fact that I graduated from the same college he dropped out of, Ohio State. My brother-in-law liked to drop hints over the years referring to me as a "god damn liberal," in addition to ones indicating his racist leanings. They worked together to use the Internet to frame me for some very, very bad things and if you're interested, I can give you other anecdotal evidence to support the fact that I'm a target for Neo-Nazis who want to prevent me from taking part in an interracial relationship. Throughout 2009, I was, in fact, stalked by Neo-Nazis.

Also, it wasn't until I recently figured all of this out that it became evident that the A&E tape library employees at A&E in Stamford who'd been hostile to me all had blond hair and light skin. I have no choice but to assume conclude that there is some significance there. At the time, I couldn't figure out why they were always hostile to me. It occurs to me that the tape library is an excellent place for an employee, who might be interested in doing so, to maximize the number of other employees at A&E they can have regular contact with--it's not rocket surgery. Another part I've figured out is that during that time, my family, mainly my brother and brother-in-law, where using very subtle, abusive Nazi mind-control tactics on me meant to destroy the subject's self esteem by riddling him with self-doubt. What they do is meant to be hidden, and never figured out by the subject.

Okay...

so now that you've got all that, it should be a little easier to swallow these:

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/nor-be-deprived-of-life-liberty-or.html

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-bye-dude.html

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/falling-down.html

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/lisa-takes-up-photography.html

and this:

That mixed relationship happened when I was 19 or 20 while in Louisiana. It's possible it actually started with someone there, but I know that my family found out about it very early on by finding a photograph in my bedroom during the following summer I spent in my hometown. There's also a reason I know they actively took part way back then which I'll cover in a later post. I later transferred twice, finally to Ohio State. I was working as a bartender at BW-3 on south campus there. (I'll cover another incident at BW-3 in a later post, as well. (That's right--it was part of the scam. (I see all.))) Again, this is the earliest occurrence I recall. This would have been in 1993 or 1994. One afternoon while I was working, early in the shift, a girl came in by herself and sat at the bar. She aggressively struck up a conversation with me and quickly indicated she was interested in me. The content of the convo was normal and part of it was talking about our majors, mine being Communications. I could tell there was something odd about the encounter and I didn't find her attractive so I didn't reciprocate her interest. She left and later in the shift came back with a friend. (They were both white, btw.) There were very few people there. They sat at the bar and had an obnoxiously loud conversation featuring a discussion of what a worthless major communications is. I had also mentioned in the earlier conversation that I was considering moving to NY. One of them made a comment, clearly by its tone intended as an insult, about moving there being for people who are lost or don't know what they want to do. I just blew it off. At the time, I figured they were just mad because I didn't return her romantic interest, but of course, now I know different. That's exactly the kind of shit they do.

and this:

and this:

I once knew a guy who was a big fan of Chuck Berry, but for some reason denounced said fandom a few years ago; almost seemed scared to claim himself a fan. His unusually apathetic reaction to Berry's appearance on TV that day caught me off guard. It was a bit perplexing to turn the knob and all-of-the-sudden observe a spigot that had gushed for a lifetime remain bone-dry. "Since when are you not a Chuck Berry fan?," I asked after a pause. He took a breath and tried to answer, but was unable to conjure a proper response, his lips pursed, his face clearly betraying that he was clearly confounded. All previous appearances by Berry on the this guy's god-box elicited a different reaction. He would spring from a slouching position in his lazy boy knock-off, lean forward, and literally hang on the edge of his seat, able to contain neither the smile on face nor the tear in his eye as he simultaneously tapped his foot and bobbed his head in agreement, saying the same thing every time: "Ya hear that beat? That's rock and roll." (The term, "rock and roll," by the way, was originally a black euphemism for sex.) His point was, in part, that the AC/DC blasting through my bedroom door which had prompted repeated threats to "cut the god-damn cord" wasn't really rock and roll. Who or what could possibly turn this guy around? One might call him a sellout. Spineless, even. It was disappointing and sad in many ways. Though it's impossible to avoid losing a certain amount of respect after such a blatant surrender, I can't blame it all on him--I mean, he was, after all, in his seventies at the time. I suspect evil, monstrous forces at work there. Whoever it was couldn't pull that shit on me.

and last, but certainly not least, this:

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/huh-you-made-it.html

Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha Goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw; Kayla Marriot

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