I picketed Eastman Gelatin, a subsidiary of Kodak,, our film used to be coated with a thin film of gelatin, it's kinda ironic, Kodak had invented digital technology, but failed to utilize it.
The gelatin was produced in our town and Eastman Gelatin's plant was right downtown,, I could spit from my front door to their plant,, This is why Peabody's water was so polluted, EG used it for It's process.
I picketed the plant on a summer day, on Allen's Lane. I knew EG was part of all of this and it was,, part of my targeting,, how do I know without doubt?
As I stood outside their Allen's Lane gate a black pick up came down Allen's Lane from Emerson Park way and drove into the plant, I got his license plate number. This pick up drove out of the plant a few minutes later, drove up Allen's lane to Washington St. Drove up Washington St. toward Lynn St. and entered EG land from the gate on Washington St. I watched his headlights as he drove onto EG property. He drove behind me and zapped me from the bushes behind me,.. as it was getting dark and starting to rain, I figured it was time to leave anyway so I left. That was Scott Burns in the black pick up truck, he is also the one who followed me out west and handed me off at the grand canyon.,, he is married to Ann Marie Burns who works for Peabody housing,,, They live on Gardner St.
I had a friend who worked for the State Police and this was before the police were a big part of this harassment. I had befriended John and we liked each other , he also knew I was being terrorized. He ran the pick up truck license plate I had collected,,, and Scott Burns name , who worked for EG came up...
Later this was stolen out of my papers, much of my papers were gone through and much was stolen...This was part of it, at that time I did not know they would incessantly enter my place of residence and continue to steal from me , but they did. No one realizes what is being done to them at first..Not really. All evidence is destroyed.
Later John had someone follow me,, when I told him I was being followed, he told me it was two people, always two people following me, I never told him it was always two people,,
I just told him I was being followed.
When things got real bad , he told me I could sleep in their parking lot, the back lot of the state police which I did a couple of times,, till he was transferred,,,and a new co was appointed who actually came out of the police barracks and told me to leave. I had quietly parked my car and settled to sleep. It was early morning as usual ,, sleep deprivation has always been part of this harassment, if your tired and broke and on the run , you cannot fight back. Isolated for control. It gives the appearance of being mentally ill.
