Well, you can't pick your relatives. After I started working at Leech Lake, I was told by Judy Hanks, Patsy Gordan that Vicki told them that I did alot of shit to her. She related all the stuff her mother did to my mother. Debbie (White) Isham and Carol White did the same thing, they tried to convince Judy not the hire me and Patsy Gordan told me that they would tell her that I was an awful person. Vicki told Kay Jackson that I was crazy and emotional unstable. I am sure these so called first cousin's went around the reservation with all sorts of lies about me.
The only memory I have of these people was when I very young about 8 years old, I walking to the big swing in Onigum and this man was telling these girls to call me names. This man turned out to be my dad's brother Lyman White, the girls were Debbie and Carol White. They ran around me calling me names like fatty and tubby. I remember running back home and distinctly remember seeing the man laughing and encouraging his daugthers to keep calling me names.
Other memorys of Lyman and Shirley White's family was when Shirley forced her son Lyman Jr. to beat up my brother Bboy. Bboy came home from school beat to hell. He told my mom that Shirley came to the school wiht Lyman Jr. and forced him to attack Bboy. Bboy did not fight back while his cousin beat him up. He did say that Lyman Jr. was crying while he beat Bboy up and saying he was sorry that his mom was making him do this.
When Gary White graduated he came over with his senior picture and gave it as a gift to my mom and dad. They put it on the wall with the rest of the family protraits. Later that evening, Vicki White shows up at the door and barges into the house and climbs on our couch and takes the photograph of Gary. This is the only and last time I ever saw Vicki White, until I started working at the tribe. I could not pick out Vicki, Debbie or Carol out of a line up if my life depended on it.
Shirley White
When I started working at the BIA as a probate clerk, she worked in the next office. She would go to the women's bathroom and write on the walls, "Sharon White is a bitch!!" "Women watch your men, Sharon White will steal them." All sorts of other stuff she would write. Two of my co-workers saw her write on the walls and told me. Who is this women?? She married Lyman White, my father's brother. Also, a side note, Shirley wanted my dad and he told her that they were first cousin's, so she goes after Lyman. They are first cousins!! They married and had kids!! And one of their children had kids with their first cousin!! Ewwww!!
Also, Shirley harrassed my mom for years. We have taped telephone calls that Shirley made to my mom, she would call her all sorts of names. Once, my mom and I were coming out the Synder's Drug store and were getting to our car and here comes Shirley White with her daugthers. I remember hearing someone yelling, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!!" My mom told me to get into the car and lock the doors. Shirley pulled up and blocked our car with hers and continued to swear and threaten my mom. We waited until they left and went home. Everything Shirley did to my mother, Vicki told people at Leech Lake that was what I did her her.
Oh, yeah, this was one of the things they said that I was a "Militant Lesbein" because I wore hiking boots. Ok, lets look at things, who is married?? Vicki? Nope and no boyfriend. Carol? Nope and no boyfriend. Debbie Isham? Married but beats up her husband. You never see this man in public. Me? I am happily married to a wondeful man and guess what, I still wear hiking boots.
Bonita Brown Desjarliet
When I was into my second semester at Bemidji State University, she started college and was in one of my classes. She had to come up to me and say, "Your husband killed my dog." I said, "What??" She told me that her dog was at her daugther house and that my husband came over and told her to come and get her dog. It was dead in our yard. I told her that her dog died in our yard from a gunshot wound. My husband went over to where we knew the dog lived at and notified them that their dog was dead in our yard and that they should come and get it. She accepted this and said it was okay.
Later in the semester, I found out that she was going around telling students that my husband killed her dog. I again, brought this up with her and told her what happen, she apologized and accepted my explanation. Later this summer, I find out that she was going to my business clients and telling them that I KILLED HER DOG!! My clients told me that she came in after I left and told them this wacked out story. I told my clients that if I killed her dog, I would of ate it too. We had a good laugh at that. I mentioned to other clients to be aware of Bonita coming in and slandering me. They said they would show her the door if she came in. My last words to Bonita..."Care for a bowl of soup?? It's my favorite recipe called Bowwow Soup"
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