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Open Letter to a Stalker, by Whitney Farmer – Un Pop Culture

August 18, 2010 Whitney Farmer 1 Comment

Whitney runs a rock music venue on the beach in L.A. She as an M.B.A., and has had it.

Stalker,

A couple of days ago, you wrote me an email that said that you were going to light yourself on fire.  Then, you wrote me an email that said you were showing up where I work at 1 a.m.

These you sent to me after a series of crank calls on my cell phone and at work, and instant messages that got more and more demanding as I failed to respond in any way. While it wasn’t 58 calls in a row or 27 voice mails that filled my in-box with the same message…”Hello. Hello”… that I have experienced from you before, I still don’t feel like I got off lucky. I know enough about you to know that I am in danger, and perhaps even people that I love.

One of your messages stated that you read this blog. This is the only time that I hope that you do.

In the midst of your madness, I have noticed that you always are somehow able to find self-control when the police become involved. This means that there is some part of you that knows what you are doing and that you are doing it on purpose. You intend to do these things. You have chosen this.

You have used the pity I have felt for you as a weapon against me and it almost cost me life more than once. When you asked me to pick you up and drive you home because you were drunk and felt manic, the retired cop at the bar pulled me aside while you were in the bathroom and told me that I was in danger. An hour later, after I wrestled the keys away from you and tried to run away, I thought about him as you chased me down and dragged me through the intersection into the parking lot. As the asphalt tore the skin off my ankles and legs and the strap on my purse became a noose, I had a moment when inside I hated myself because of trying to help you. After you went through rehab and you asked me to take you to your sick friend’s house so you could look after him for a few days, I was proud of you for caring about someone else. What I didn’t know is that you had scored some meth for someone and used some to make sure it was good. That always lets your personal demons take over. When you threw my purse and keys onto the roof of the house to keep me from escaping and then tried to strangle me, I remember telling Jesus that I was coming home. Then you let go of your grip, leaving behind bruises before you disappeared into the night.

It took everything I had to stay calm while everyone I cared about was in the process of moving to places that were safe from you. I had to fake it in the midst of terror until my tribe was safe.

When I was meeting with the police about this latest threat, my biggest concern was other people being put in danger from you. But it was surprising to see how many wanted you to show up.  People who barely know me came around. I realized that they care about me and they wanted to help put an end to this.  What other reason would a seven-foot-tall Samoan patriarch have to come to a show populated by skinny pasty guitar heroes with long black hair to match their nail polish?

You need to know that you now are facing your worst nightmare:  You no longer are only doing evil things.  You are beginning to become evil. After that label is finally given, there is no hope.

This is the end of all that you will ever hear from me.

Repent.

Stay away from me.

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  1. Jonathan (the other one)
    August 18, 2010 - 10:18 am

    And hey, Stalker, remember – it’s important to keep your promises.

    You promised you’d set yourself on fire. What’s taking so long? Sure, the price of gasoline is pretty high these days, but hey, it’s your last party – go wild!

  2. Jonathan (the other one)
    August 18, 2010 - 10:21 am

    (Sorry, Whitney, I hope you didn’t find that offensive, but I have absolutely no sympathy for someone who will take drugs, *knowing* this will make them violently insane, harm someone like yourself, then try to blame the drugs and play on your sympathies. This person has, by your description, long since abandoned any right to depend on anybody’s good will.)

  3. Moriarty
    August 18, 2010 - 1:02 pm

    Whitney,

    Although you have a Samoan protector, and I once saw a Samoan Chief Boatswain’s Mate grab a full grown, 230 pound man by the back of his shirt collar and swing him back and forth like a clapper in a bell, I’m still heartsick about this man and what he has put you through. The fact that he is not in jail shames us all for naming the system that should protect you from people like this Judicial.

    If you ever need a place to hide out, I know a small farming community hundreds of miles from anything like Los Angeles.

  4. Reg
    August 18, 2010 - 3:06 pm

    Whitney, I am DESPERATELY trying to stay on message and not reply out of the sense of outrage I feel while reading about the sick stench of madness this twisted individual has brought into your life.

    I’m earnestly praying that this (censored) gets sane or gets gone. Immediately. Permanently. And by whatever means and Power that’s required.

    Be well, secure, and in peace sister.

  5. MOTU
    August 18, 2010 - 3:36 pm

    I don’t really trust myself to respond to this. I’ll keep it short.

    Aim, fire.

    Repeat.

  6. Martha Thomases
    August 18, 2010 - 5:26 pm

    There’s a reason why balls are on the outside. It makes them much easier to kick.

    Don’t let the creep take advantage of your good nature, sweetie. And don’t let him take it away from you, either.

  7. Doug Abramson
    August 18, 2010 - 6:56 pm

    What Martha Thomases and MOTU said!

  8. Whitney
    August 18, 2010 - 10:27 pm

    To All —

    It’s good and healing for me to read your clean, clear responses. I guess when you are punch drunk you have trouble discerning which way is up. But that’s the direction I’m travelin’…

  9. MOTU
    August 19, 2010 - 1:47 am

    Whitney,

    You are LOVED. Remember that.

  10. Mike Gold
    August 19, 2010 - 7:05 am

    I’m with Jonathan (the other one), but if that doesn’t work out real soon, then I’m with MOTU.

    Sorry for the macho shit, but when it comes down to you or him, it comes down to good vs. evil. And the idea of this jerk failing with you and moving on to somebody else is not pleasing.

    Self-defense is your absolute right.

  11. Shane Kelly
    August 19, 2010 - 8:02 am

    Dear Lord! Whitney, I had no idea you were going through this. I am so sorry that “people” (yes, I am using the term very loosely) like this exist. This is the WORST type of scum, and to have this stuff happening to you, one of the sweetest people I have the pleasure to know, is BEYOND unacceptable.

    Coming from a family of cops, and (on the opposite side) other assorted “friends” in Chicago and the outlying areas, I know all too well about sick $#%@!^@*%* like this…You have my thoughts and prayers, and if need be, I could try to reconnect with some of my “friends” from Chicago, who have reach in LA.

    Otherwise, MOTU has it exactly right

    We ALL have your back Whitney, and if you need anything, please let me know.

  12. Mike Gold
    August 19, 2010 - 8:09 am

    Shane Kelly comes from a family of Chicago cops? Amazing!

    What neighborhood did you grow up in, Shane?

  13. Whitney
    August 19, 2010 - 10:08 am

    Mike Gold –

    Chicks dig macho s#*t.

  14. Whitney
    August 19, 2010 - 10:09 am

    Shane –

    Sinatra would be proud!

  15. Whitney
    August 19, 2010 - 10:22 am

    Doug and All –

    This is a problem that anyone can encounter, male or female. How many times do situations come into our lives that are designed to devour our lives? Our lives were given to us to steward well. And it is always time to get rid of anything that wastes our time, right? What is happening now is the tribe has been alerted and clusters around the target to protect. You are part of the tribe.

  16. Miles Vorkosigan
    August 22, 2010 - 9:50 am

    Whitney,

    My. God.

    I go away awhile, and all this happens. I hope this guy is gone for good. If not, I hope you’ve armed yourself with the biggest hand cannon you can manage. My recommendation is the Heckler & Koch VP70Z, a slightly bulky but very accurate 9mm that’s really easy to maintain. Get your permit and start carrying.

    If you feel the need to run, any of us will give you a safe haven. Email me for an address and phone number.

    Miles

  17. Miles Vorkosigan
    August 22, 2010 - 9:51 am

    Oh, btw, I hope you’re not allergic to cats or cigarette smoke; my wife and I are afflicted by both.

  18. Whitney
    August 22, 2010 - 2:02 pm

    Hey Miles –

    You’re afflicted by cats? I understand. They can be difficult to live with, being so picky with food and all. As my big sis says (who has a darling feline named Charlie who recently had surgery), “It’s all fun and games, till someone ends up in the cone…”

  19. Miles Vorkosigan
    August 22, 2010 - 3:10 pm

    Our senior cat, Pooka, speaks English. About five words.

    We ran out of cat food once, and being on food stamps, we got something we figured he’d like; diced ham. Biiiig mistake. Go to the kitchen for any reason, zoom! He’s up on something at eye level. “Ham?” If you don’t move fast enough, it’s “Now?”

    And if you don’t give him enough, it’s always “More?” If you ask him if it’s really what he wants, it’s “Yeah!”

    I swear I’ve heard “Please?” outta him at least once…

    All that is one cat. We’re not talking Baby, our adopted two-tone, or Bunny, our gray tabby. They are stories unto themselves, as all cats are.

  20. Whitney
    August 23, 2010 - 8:05 am

    Miles –

    You got your cat to say, “Please..”? Seriously impressive!

  21. MOTU
    August 25, 2010 - 1:51 am

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