Chapter Twenty Eight An Opera in Three Acts But with Five Parts
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| or year, Dr. Edinsmaier, was the first friend over for Mirzah from Urbandale?” Mirzah loved having friends over. Always had. I so want that he always will. Absolutely loved having friends come over for a visit! So, too, did Jesse and Zane; but Mirzah I recalled as the child from littlest years, who, if a friend liked a toy in Mirzah’s toy chest, would take it out and give it away to the friend. For them to play with at their own homes for awhile? Like borrowing? No! No … the little friend, Mirzah would matter – of – factly tell them, could “keep the toy for always!” It was now theirs. If the other kiddo liked a jacket Mirzah was wearing, then the other child needed only to express that liking to Mirzah ––
and she or he then … became the jacket’s newest owner! Because Mirzah had just given it over to her or him. For keeps. Mirzah had always been this generous –– ever since he could talk and walk! I so did not want to see this in him … die! Mirzah was before he was seven years old, as I had humbly told Grandpa AmTaham while we were all getting ready to leave in the Caddy Blue on that joke of a trek to Wisconsin with miserable Mehitable, “the kindest person to walk the World –– whom I had ever known in my entire life.” Any act of Herry’s and Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s with him … –– the silver neck chain in the rubbish and no friends brought or even allowed over for Mirzah to play with … –– this was just killing me. “I don’t recall.” Herry answered –– killing me. “I will help you refresh your memory, Dr. Edinsmaier. We had it in testimony back in August, a young child testified then, Jim. His name was Jim. He testified that he had been Mirzah’s first friend over to the house there on 69th in Urbandale. Did he, Herry, did he come from Urbandale? Or, did I –– drive him down there to Mirzah from Ames and from Mirzah’s old Kate Mitchell Elementary School area, Dr. Edinsmaier?” No answer came back to me. Mr. Shindy Scheisser saw to that. But the testimony had been clear: Friend Jim had had to come to Mirzah by way of … and down to Urbandale from … The Teacup ‘hood in Ames! * * * * A few pages of the playbook of The Opera’s Act Three Part Four established –– again –– that none of my three Boys were ever allowed to see me for Christmases, for New Years, for both holidays’ eves, for May’s Mother’s Days –– and never, never on my, or AmTaham’s, Winter Solstice birthday. Herry could not remember the last time when I had ever had my Truemaier Boys for any of these special times since he himself had only and always had Zane, Jesse and Mirzah –– captured –– with him. There was the admission to ‘the Court’, to daJudge, of a $1 bill exhibit that the almighty Juggern Aut Misein Edinsmaier who had lost that amount in a poker game to Jesse had sent in a letter to the child –– as gambling debt repayment. And then the questioning switched to the Boys’ other grandfather, AmTaham. “Is it true, Dr. Edinsmaier, that these children dearly loved, all three of them, their Grandfather AmTaham?” “I believe that’s true,” and, O, how Herry Edinsmaier hated … hated … absolutely loooooathed stating that. This was even obvious from the witness stand. Herry knew this to be the Truth about Jesse, Mirzah and Zane. And he was fit to be tied having to admit it here. “Has there ever been a time when you denied the Boys visitation to their Grandfather AmTaham?” Herry seethed. And made no bones on trying to hide from ‘the Court’ his contempt, “There was one time.” “Explain the nature of that one time,” but, lo, Herry did not. not. noooot want to! “I refused to let them go to Williamsburg that one time. About a year ago. It was after a conversation which I had had with the Trues. And in addition, I might add that on several occasions I tried to make some sort of arrangements that both they and I would feel comfortable with.” O, that there? That is the classic maneuver – ‘dance’ of Herry’s of “shift – the – fucking – blame!” … onto the Trues! And … away … from himself! “About?” It was, indeed, nearly exactly a year and two weeks ago –– now, you Grandpa AmTaham – fucker! “What was the nature of those arrangements, Herod?” I asked again. “Be specific,” I had to beg. “And just how utterly controlled by you alone would those ‘arrangements’ need to be, Herry?! To the point where a man would betray the trust of his own daughter, his own child, Herry?! Because that is exactly what you would’ve certainly liked to have had the power to make AmTaham True do against me, wasn’t it? Betray me. Betray the trust of his own kid, Legion. Wasn’t it, Herry?!” I was left thinking. “Aaah, on one occasion there was a long history of very difficult communications between me and your parents, particularly your father. On one occasion when I stopped in Ames to see to the welfare of the children, when they were in the care of your parents, I asked your mother if I could talk with your father. And her reply was, ‘Well, he doesn’t want to talk to you.’ ” This sounded to me an awful lot like precisely how Herod kept himself, through the manipulations and machinations which occurred in his folie à deux with Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive: shutting himself away from having to ever speak to me! Herry didn’t like his own medicine! Or, his own tactic being used –– when he was not the one initiating its use! “And at that point, I did not pursue the issue.” Well, that would have been true, too, I am thinking. Herry’s passive aggression was to use the violence of his aggressiveness –– later. To run away from it at the first and to never, ever confront the conflict at its source. But to … later … ‘let’ it viciously but quietly reappear in the form of denying the Boys their getting to visit with their Grandpa AmTaham –– while, all the while, making AmTaham out to the Boys to look like ‘the bad guy’ who caused this visit denial in the first place. “Later on, I spent about an hour in their home in Williamsburg trying to come to some sort of understanding that would allow me to leave the children in their care, and yet feel that I was discharging my responsibilities as a parent properly. They were very critical of me. In the end, I could not come to any kind of a suitable arrangement. There was just no way that I could find to establish grounds for communication with your father. Then, later, I discovered that you and the children were using the occasion of visits –– and by the way, in spite of being unable to come to a understanding with your parents, I continued to allow them to visit with their grandparents, until it came to my attention that your parents and the children were using those visits as opportunities for you to visit the children, in spite of the fact that I had written you to say that I was going to terminate visitation. And when I asked your father to assure me that he would not use those occasions as times to visit you, he would not.” Yeah, rah, sissboombah, AmTaham! Score one for true True fathering to a child! For his to me! “Well, what did AmTaham True tell you, Dr. Edinsmaier?” “He told me that he knew perfectly well that what he was saying might wind up with him not being able to see the children, and if that’s the way it was, then so be it. But he would not make that kind of promise. That I would have to make a court get involved in order to get him to do that.” Whoa!!! Score two, Father AmTaham! I prodded further, “He told you something about Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor though, didn’t he, Dr. Edinsmaier?” “Well, I said, ‘I am not trying to tell you what to do in your home. I am simply trying to state what the conditions are so I can make my decisions.’ And my decision was that it was my intention to separate the children from their mother based on the power Judge Seizor had given me to do so. That wouldn’t occur if I continued to let the boys visit with the True grandparents in the Trues’ home. So I simply wouldn’t let them go there any longer.” That answer about Herry Edinsmaier’s control over a woman and her children –– “to separate” them from each other –– to maternally deprive the kiddos of their birthing and bonded mother, that is, by way of his patriarchal perpetration of domestic violence by proxy? That occurred on … page 666 … of The Opera’s script! How utterly and thoroughly appropo! 666! “They did not go to the Trues’ home in Williamsburg ever again, did they? And that man died, didn’t he?” “Well, that’s correct.” “Do you know whether or not he tried to contact Judge Seizor and find out Judge Seizor’s intention for him, the Boys’ grandfather?” Coldly came Passive Aggressor – Herry … one more time, “I have no way of knowing what your father did.” I continued, “Show me, please, in Judge Seizor’s decree of September 21, 1990, where it states that you, Herod Edinsmaier, have the right to deny the maternal grandparents visitation of their grandchildren.” From out of The Opera’s Act Two Part Two, from out of that decree … then. And again, no answer came back to me. Mr. Shindy Scheisser –– again –– saw to that. More and more it was a certainty that these entire operatic scenes of October 1992, before daJudge Butcher were ones of Ms. Tsianina Snowball’s exercises in … The Look. It just wasn’t obvious to one of us there in the courtroom, however. That is, to me! I just did not know yet then –– about the predetermined dispensing of pillared men’s so – called … “justice”! There was the battering testimony. Zane had been in an altercation with Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s child, Mary Jane, which the Daddee claimed had been physical (whether it was or it was not … ). About that one incident, then, Herry had, soooo choicely, termed Zane of all people … “a female batterer!” I asked Herry then, “What were Zane’s words back to you, Dr. Edinsmaier, when you called him … ‘a female batterer’?” “I don’t recall.” Common. Common answer of Herry’s. Sometimes … to nearly every question, it seemed. “Weren’t they something to the effect that if he were a female batterer, then he learned how to batter females … from his father?!” “It could have been. I don’t recall him saying that though.” “O, of course! … Sure you don’t, Herry, sure! So classically you, Herry, deflect away! Never, ever account for yourself. Deny. Deny. Deny –– by way of slick, ol’ ‘I don’t recall’ – fuck!” I was left thinking. “You, the Brilliant Doctor! Your not remembering so, so much juuuust doesn’t match with … how intellectually radiant and dazzling you deem your gray matter to be, now, does it, Dr. Edinsmaier?!” What I stated to the courtroom air, instead, was, “Could it have been? Could it have been that he continued to say that he witnessed you, on repeated occasions, beating upon his biological mother? And could it not also have been that you replied to him, ‘That was necessary and appropriate for me to beat up on your mother because she is mentally ill and she is crazy?’ Did you not in fact say this to Zane?!” “I do not recall such an exchange.” “But it could have happened, couldn’t it have?” Suddenly back at me just the one – word lie, “No.” “O, so it didn’t happen? An exchange of those words didn’t happen then?” “I don’t recall the exact wording.” I replied, “Well, I don’t either which is why I’d initially asked ‘words to that effect.’ So, you’re stating here, are you, Dr. Edinsmaier, that this conversation, this particular exchange of words never could have happened? Well then, have you ever done that which he could have witnessed?” “What? Crossed the line?” “OK, yeah, crossed the line by striking a woman? I am asking you, Dr. Edinsmaier, have you ever struck the Boys’ biological mother?” O so coldly again, “Since September of 1990, I have not struck their biological mother.” “You have, in fact, hit me, haven’t you, Herry?” Again unfeelingly, “Since September 21 of 1990, I have not touched you.” “You have, in fact, hit me in front of the Boys, haven’t you, Herod?” As indifferent as one could sound on this crime of battering came –– again –– this answer from Herry! “Well, since September 21 of 1990, I have not touched you.” The UNimportance of UNimportant women. “In front of the Boys, Herod, they have witnessed this, haven’t they? Repeatedly, haven’t they?” I could not get Herry to tell the Court, daJudge, that he had battered me and had done so repeatedly and had done so repeatedly in front of the Boys –– as if only then, then is when the violence counts as something heinous, that is, only if it is done in front of witnesses or in front of witnesses who are little kids. As if only then would battering of a woman, a wife, a mother, be worth anyone’s time to sit up and take mother – fucking notice of! It is this simple. To keep lying and to manage to keep deceiving in an American court of law. Depending upon who you are, of course, that is, whether or not you are male and pillared. Or, not. And, again, Mr. Shindy Scheisser put an end to me and to my examination with a matter – of – fact manner and nonchalance to that same room’s worth of air, “It is obvious, Your Honor, what she wants to get into. She wants to get into issues that were litigated at the time of the original dissolution.” And the head – shake. With yet another of … The Look. Which, of course, this unimportant crime of battering and Herry’s sexual addiction proclivities had not been. Ever. Because Mr. Jazzy Jinx and Ms. Carlotta Klutz had been unable to bring them up –– since ‘there had never been any’ of this abuse, violence and terror, just as ‘there had never been’ the information of the probable rape of Ms. McLive by her son – in – law George –––– with Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s subsequent mental problems of post – traumatic stress thereafter, … given over to Ms. Carrie Canard for her, the custody evaluator, to either deal with or try to hide in her two evaluation reports … anyhow! “Is it true that you carried Jesse out of doorways, Herod, bruising his shins on the door frame woodwork when you took him outside?” “I don’t believe that I did,” he lied about this act of his violence, too. “Isn’t it true that Mirzah was going early mornings before his regular classes began to prepare for his roles as a defense attorney and his role as a murder trial suspect in mock trials for the Drake University sixth grade talented and gifted regional competition?” “Yes.” “Weren’t those final competitions to have been held at Drake University on October the 30th 1991, Dr. Edinsmaier?” “I don’t know.” That did not surprise me! “Didn’t you actually know before departing for West Virginia on the 29th of October 1991, that you were, indeed, going to be leaving on that date … long before … that date?!” “Well, we knew. Yes.” “So, Dr. Edinsmaier, on October the 30th, 1991, you had a child, Mirzah, didn’t you, who had been out of the talented and gifted program –– for which he is rated for over a year –– finally get into it, then go practice early morning after morning for six weeks to prepare for his trial duties. You had him suddenly up and leave for West Virginia –– one day –– before those finals were to have occurred, leaving him, is that not so, without the opportunity to participate and with his teammates without the opportunities to prepare others for those two roles, didn’t you? Didn’t that happen?” Then came that pillared man’s slippery – slick elusiveness again. Just as always. Smooooth, smooth Herry, “Well, I think the moderators knew what the schedule was. I don’t think Mirzah did.” Huh?! “How did they know when you didn’t tell Mirzah?” “We did not let the children know exactly what our plans were, no.” “Did they know, Herry, or are you just saying that? Did they know you were going to be leaving that team high and dry and without those two roles covered?” Shyster Scheisser, full – well knowing, of course, that Self – Centered Herry Edinsmaier had utterly and entirely fucked up Mirzah’s whole school’s chances at winning with its regionally competing mock trial team, sooo did not like my point! “He just answered, Your Honor.” “Herry, you said ‘I think’. I want you to state whether or not you, in fact, had informed the moderators or you did not inform them. Did the moderators know Mirzah was not to be appearing for the two roles or didn’t they know?” Herry Edinsmaier evaded still. Just because he could. With … “in any case.” What is that, “in any case,” but a total mother – fuckoff of my questioning? “In any case, the principal concern here was that of the family and what was the proper time and context for moving to West Virginia.” “One day, Herry ––” The Arrogant, Entitled Pillar never did give an answer as to why he, as Daddee to my loveliest ever of third – born children, had demanded that Mirzah … flunk out on and let down … his friends! * * * * Almost done with questioning because I could not get this man, Herod Edinsmaier, to speak Truth, I landed into the areas of his sexual addiction, his ordering of the sabotage to my life and career as a veterinary professor and practitioner and his failures at loving. “Isn’t it true that you helped Zane subscribe to Playboy Magazine? When he was 11 years old, a minor child, and this a crime, Herry?” “Well, this certainly is not an event that has occurred since September 1990,” trying to shake off and elude accountability came the Aprovechar – Escapee’s answer back. Again, I got nowhere with Herry’s crime of pornography distribution and the sexual violence to minor children with its consumption … because of the September 21, 1990 date before which Mr. Jinx and Ms. Klutz also had not been allowed to address the exploitation –– Herry – Daddee’s visual and verbal molestation. “So. You admit to having told these children that their mother is crazy, obsessed, deranged. Did you tell these Boys, one, two or all three of them, that they were feeding their mother’s mental illness by their wanting me to appeal and get back physical custody of them?” Blame the judge on this one … daJudge Seizor! “I did attempt to explain to them, using words like those that Judge Seizor used, that there was mental disturbance and an obsession, and that that was an illness. To the extent that they were encouraging you to continue in this course of action, they were not helping you or doing you any good.” Typical narcissistic aggressor spew. Particularly to the abuser’s own children about their mama! “She’s crazy! And by your wanting stuff like, O say, justice! … why you’re just making her crazier, Kids!” Veeeery, very usual abuser mind – manipulation! Blame someone else, first and for sure. And then, too?! Blame the children! Blame the kiddos for wanting their mama. For wanting to even just be with her. And as regards the fuck of, “ … they were not helping you or doing you any good … ,” veeeery ordinary, manipulative male – anger and male – envy of The Pussy expressed as mother – fucking … ‘concern’ for her! “Did you, Herod, tell my Boys words to the effect that Judge Seizor gave you the power to keep them away from their mother entirely?” “I would have.” I wanted to vomit. This male power tripping thing over a female –– still, still boggles my mind. And it is over a decade later. Even in America. Not to mention that the power and control and domination and dominion over is about her babies, the ones –––– SHE ALONE–––– chose to grow! Then followed the matters of Herry’s threatening the Boys with their not being able to attend college because of my appealing, their never ever calling him Daddy and only Herry because “I have asked them to call me Herry.” “What is your role in the publication of the September 25, 1990 Ames Tribune article? Shyster Shindy Scheisser vehemently interjected his usual vomitus, “That’s been asked and answered ad nausea at the first part of this trial, Your Honor! And it is irrelevant on top of it!” That, Jury, is literally all that it takes, the pillared guy’s attorney calling me and my substantive issues about my life, my career, my livelihood, my very essence … “irrelevant!” Because he can! “Your Honor,” I stood firm, “it hasn’t been asked of this witness.” And so came back Herry’s lie, “I had no role in the publication of that article.” I tried, “Do you consider Mr. Scheisser your employee?” “I consider him my counsel.” “Do you consider him your employee?” “Well, he is my counsel,” and now? Now, Herod Edinsmaier was smirking at me, knowing he had me successfully cornered. As well as successfully kept forever … poor. “Do you pay him a fee as if you were hiring him to do something?” “Yes.” “Is he then your employee?” Mr. Scheisser bounced up with his snide side on the line of questioning, “Asked and answered, Your Honor, four times already!” Also smirking. It is that easy. Judge Butcher also jumped in with, “Ask another question, Dr. True.” So I did. “How did the Ames Tribune article come to get published, in your words, please, Herry?” Mr. Scheisser became viciously defensive, “This witness said he had no knowledge of it! Now she is asking how it got published! It’s been asked and answered. It is also irrelevant!” Literally … all … in my life for which I had strived –– destroyed by them, their judges and this printed article. “But, hey, Fucking Ex – Cunt: it is just totally irrelevant that the Daddee and I shot off all of our mother – fucking loogies all over you! Of course, now, though … flipped and reversed?! Why, if that fuck’d been done to us, well, we’d be flipping pissed, Bitch! And we’d come git and gut the fuck outta ya’, Twat! Actually? Like we soooo did … anyhow!” Again, I am “irrelevant”. How, I am thinking, do these woman – haters go to sleep with themselves at night? How do they even get to sleep at night? That lovely second spouse of Frieda Chicken Guthrie’s … Al … ‘fore he died, had a so – slick answer for me on this very query, “Hey, Woman! They sleep with themselves just fine! Don’t think that they don’t! Cuz they do, Legion! Just as easy as pie! It’s you and me; it’s folks like you and me, Legion, that don’t. Us – wid the consciences, Woman; we’re the ones that can’t get to sleep over treating folks this bad!” I came back to Herry by way of that soooo – telltale event and vengeance – seeking revelation to Grace, “Did you ever, after September 21, 1990, tell Grace Portia that Legion True had … ‘not hit bottom yet’?” Again, “I don’t recall saying that. I might have.” How many, many questions had I asked of this man to which he never, ever outright frigging answered me back with a fucking straight answer? An “oath” meant nothing to Herry. I had known that, though, from back at those alleged wedding vows of his … hadn’t I?! “Do you recall saying that she won’t hit bottom until she loses her house and her food?” “I don’t recall saying that, but I might have said something like that.” “How then, Herry, how could she lose her house and food, you know, in the realm of possibilities? How could that happen?” “Well, it could happen because you would not have any income.” Aaaaah, dah! “Why wouldn’t I have any income? I am a qualified – ” and here? Why, here Herry The Mother – Fucker interrupted me! “Well, I think the progression was … that … direction. That you had first been employed as a veterinarian, then you were in the faculty at Kansas State, then you came to Ames and didn’t work, and eventually were employed part – time passing out samples at the grocery store and working part – time for UPS. And it seems to me that the progression was not in the terms of increased employment but decreased. If it continued, you would have none!” In Ames, Jury, … |