The Blue Lotus Speaks Chapter 5: OBERLIN FUCKING COLLEGE!!!!

Here is the letter I recently sent to Oberlin College….

FUCK YOU PROFESSOR WEINSTOCK, DR. PALMIERI. DEAN WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS. ALL OF YOU ARE GOING DOWN. THIS IS SIRIUS RISING!

THIS ONE IS FOR GRACE AUSTIN AND HER FAMILY. THANK YOU SAKARA FOR SUGGESTING I WRITE A LETTER TO THE INSTITUTION. OBAMA IS NEXT….

 

GOING TO OBERLIN WAS LIKE BEING AT A FULL TIME ORGEY. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES. FACULTY, STAFF, STUDENTS. ALL OF YOU WERE SICK THEN AND I HEAR IT IS EVEN WORSE NOW…..

 

 

July 5, 2014

OFFICE OF EQUITY CONCERNS

Sexual Assault task Force:
Office of Equity Concerns
Service Building
173 W. Lorain St., Room 201
Oberlin, OH 44074

To Whom It May Concern at Oberlin College:

This is a Statement of Impact on the Life of Staci Alison Hambric Vela, who at one time in her life, was

an undergraduate student there, from 1979 until 1983.

When I arrived at Oberlin, I was still a very sheltered young woman. By the time I left, my self

confidence had been destroyed, and I had a distrust of men that I had no idea how to even begin to

describe. It is hard to recall the good things about my years there, and one day, I pray that they are

more important to me than the events I am about to describe for you…..

One day during my sophomore year, a freshman student that was from South Africa, cornered me in

my room, wanting to have his way with me. I was still very much virgin, and really had no idea what

was actually happening. I chased him out of my room with an umbrella. I went to the Dean of

Students to make a report. He told me not to say anything about this. The student would be sent back

to his country and be stoned or else he would be exiled and never allowed to see his family again.

LIke a good girl, I did what I was told and remained silent. This horrible guidance haunts me to this

day. Set me on a journey of self hatred, low self esteem, and inability to speak up for myself.

The second event of sexual harassment involved a professor in the Physics department. Prof.

Weinstock. I was having a difficult time in his class, so private tutoring sessions were scheduled.This

was a series of incidents, progressing first with him wanting to molest me, then next session to kiss

me, then for me to kiss him. I ran out of his office after this third and final visit. I was worried because

I needed his class to graduate with my degree. The department head at that time, Joe Palmieri, in my

mind, is just as evil as the perpetrator, because I know that he has covered up for this man before. He

told me that Prof. Weinstock was about to retire, it would ruin up his reputation, and “it would kill his

poor wife Betty”. He cared not how this would ruin my life. I did nothing wrong. I wanted to do well in

my class. It was arranged so that I could take the class during a summer session at the University of

Chicago. It wasn’t the math, because when I took the same class at U of Chicago during the summer,

that professor couldn’t see what the trouble was. I wish that I had transferred to U of C then instead of

finishing at Oberlin! LOL!

When I experienced sexual assault at the hands of a student and sexual molestation from a professor
that I was getting tutoring from, I report these incidents to the Dean of Students as well as the Physics

Department chairman at the time, Joseph  Palmieri. BOTH TIMES, I WAS INSTRUCTED TO REMAIN

SILENT BECAUSE IT WOULD RUIN THEIR LIVES AND KILL HIS POOR WIFE BETTY.

WHAT ABOUT MY LIFE? MY LIFE WAS RUINED.

Do you recall the murder that took place on the campus in 1983? Grace Austin; Sean Culmer. They

were both good friends of mine. I was the last person to speak with both of them before the event. My

photograph from earlier that night was crucial proof of pre-meditated murder. I had to go back to

Oberlin, during midterms at UT, for the murder trail. He killed her because she broke up with him.

These three events defined my years at Oberlin. Unfortunately, they shaped and affected my life for

the next 31 years. There was no counseling offered, no support whatsoever. Even though these

events were 31 years ago, because they were left unresolved, it still feels like it just happened. In

some ways, I have been stuck there…. I am fighting to get past this moment in time…

And so I am writing to you today  to inform you of the impact these incidents have had on my life. Which is

my right as a survivor of sexual harassment, assault and abuse. From what I have gathered, it is wise

that I did NOT go to the police or any campus office that was supposedly there to protect me.

From what I have read, things have not gotten better at Oberlin, they are worse.

They are worse because now there are systems in place to help victims, but it appears they are t

here to protect the perpetrators, especially when their family donates 1 million dollars for a new jazz building.

Ironically, Oberlin was the first private institution of higher learning to admit and graduate both blacks and women. And now, it has the third most sexual assault cases on campus.

When I arrived at UT Austin, the sexual abuse/harassment/assault worsened. I will say that I feel the

treatment that I received while a student at Oberlin set me up for a pattern that would replay itself

throughout my life, until I finally started to get help with PTSD in 2006.

After I withdrew from grad school, I attracted a horrible partner that eventually beat me up pretty

badly. I filed a report, but these events have left huge emotional scars.

Now, the years of doing nothing have caught up to me. I had no idea about the physio and

psychological affects these things can have on one’s body and emotional state. I projected my anger

onto my innocent husband, and after 20 years of marriage, we separated, and are now divorced. He

refuses to pay me the settlement that he offered, agreed to, and even signed for. My oldest daughter

has not spoken to me in 4 years, angered by the fact that she had to endure my undiagnosed PTSD

for her entire life. There, that is my sob story in a nutshell. Perhaps these events did lead to my

withdrawal the first time. I never really thought about it until a few years ago. I could not understand

why I was so unhappy when I was living my dream of having a family, playing music, staying at home

with my children.

I have been wanting to speak out for almost a decide now, since I realized I that I am a trauma

survivor, but have also been living with fear and shame. I cannot live like this any longer. Especially

now that this topic is everywhere in the news. Even Barack Obama, the President of the United States, is addressing sexual assault and harassment on college campuses. I want to see to it somehow that even people like myself, that take years or even decades to heal, can receive support from the community. There was no support

for me then, and there is no real support for me now. One of the perpetrators from my grad school days is now a pubic figure now, and this is another reason I am speaking out: to protect the world from such an evil being. It is

also the reason that it has taken me so long But he is in the  media daily now, and so I am triggered daily as well.

Camille Hamlin Allen serves as a cover up agent for the filth that continues to occur on campus.

When I was graduating, there was a murder on campus, and I received no counseling, no help,

just a plane ticket to the murder trial during my first midterms at grad school. All of these things happened at same time;  and Oberlin College FAILED.

Launching a task force is a great idea and smart political move, but what about the women and men,

that have already been affected? where is there an offer to pay for much needed counseling? financial

support while putting together the pieces of ones life while healing? My life was completely shattered by these

events, and I am here to hold YOU accountable for your actions as well as for your lack of actions.

Peace, Justice, and Truth

Tchiya Amet El Maat, aka, Staci Alison Hambric-Vela

 

 

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The Blue Lotus Speaks: ENDING THE SILENCE, ENDING THE VIOLENCE. Who’s Who of Violations (chapter 4)

1495959_828794433832462_284494680875875373_oGood Rising. Great Awakening. UNFORGETTABLE SIRIUS RISNG AND 53RD BIRTHDAY. ENDING OF MY CHIRON RETURN.

 

Please read
Reggae on the River Reflections. Part 1 and

Reggae on the River Reflections. Part 2

with Cat from Third World! First Reggae Band I ever saw perform, or was even aware of!

with Cat from Third World! First Reggae Band I ever saw perform, or was even aware of!

Also, please read previous Blue Lotus Speaks posts:

Chapter 1 and

Chapter 2.

warrior

end silence

Tchiya Amet Day

guess chapter 3 is about Reggae on the River, but here is link again…

Chapter 3

 

 

 

did Tchiya pose for this year's poster????

did Tchiya pose for this year’s poster????

 

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Tchiya Amet, Etana and Majic

Tchiya Amet, Etana and Majic

THE BLUE LOTUS SPEAKS: ENDING THE SILENCE, ENDING THE VIOLENCE: Chapter 4: WHO’S WHO OF VIOLATIONS

The Blue Lotus Speaks Chapter 5: OBERLIN FUCKING COLLEGE.

These are posts that I was compelled to make on fb. now all in one place…..
IF YOU WERE THERE, I NEED YOUR HELP. PLEASE READ AND POST ABOUT MY SEXUAL MOLESTATION/ASSAULT/VIOLATION EXPERIENCE THAT TOOK PLACE ON SUNDAY. I FROZE, AND DID NOT REPORT UNTIL YESTERDAY, THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY.. THERE WERE OTHER COMPLAINTS, SO WE MUST FIND HIM. PLEASE HELP BY SHARING, REPOSTING, AND END THE SILENCE, END THE VIOLENCE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TCHIYA AMET……RISE AGAIN TRUTH!
https://tchiya.wordpress.com/2014/08/08/reggae-on-the-river-2014-reflections-update/

After Tchiya's gig at Chicago hard Rick Cafe July, 27 2013

After Tchiya’s gig at Chicago hard Rick Cafe July, 27 2013

 

HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN DOGON SIRIUS OPENED UP FOR THE KILLER BEES AT THE CONTINENTAL CLUB BACK IN THE DAY????? END THE SILENCE END THE VIOLENCE!!! the same thing happened to me: only this time it was JOHN NICHOLSON, the best friend and college roommate of my husband/drummer at the time, MARIO VELA. John walked up to me, grabbed my breast then walked away. In front of everyone. DOODLEBUG was sitting right next to me. When I went to tell Mario, he said that John had already explained and that I was making a big deal out of nothing. WE HAD A HUGE FIGHT IN THE ALLEY?? DO YOU RECALL?????

John’s sister later contacted us and told us that John had been arrested for being a peeping tom and had actually entered one lady’s apartment. ENDING THE SILENCE. NO LONGER PROTECTING THIS BULLSHIT COWARDICE BEHAVIOR.

 

one nation

 

Dogon Sirius The Band

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JUST SPOKE TO THE MATEEL COMMUNITY CENTER. THEY ARE ON IT. WILL GET A CALL FROM ATTORNEY VERY SOON. I AM LOOKING TO HIRE A CRIMINAL SKETCH ARTIST. GRATITUDE FOR THIS ADVERSITY…..

 

And who was the coward that beat me up when I lived in Austin, Texas? NELSON JOHNSON. HE WAS A PRETTY BROWN BELLBOY THAT WORKED AT THE HYAT REGENCY AUSTIN, RIGHT THERE ON TOWN LAKE. HE WAS A WINDSURFER. ANOTHER SO CALLED BOYFRIEND. I DID FILE A POLICE REPORT THAT TIME. I was such a mess, I got a restraining order against him, YET STILL WNE TO VISIT HIM AT WORK! LOL!!! ENDING THE SILENCE, ENDING THE VIOLENCE. Y’ALL JABE PUSHED ME TOO FAR….

 


 

I am taking a break, but there is one story I do not know if I am ready to tell yet. Going out into the garden….

 

END THE SILENCE, END THE VIOLENCE.

Tchiya Amet El Maat, which means, Rise Again Truth of Maat

HOTEP.

 

 

 

 

 

The Blue Lotus Speaks: Reggae on the River 2014 Reflections UPDATE!

Good Rising. Great Awakenings. Great Sirius Rising!

 

What a difference one moment can make. can change a life for ever. end relationships. exposes truths and weaknesses. empower or ruin lives. I am choosing empowerment. I am choosing to end silence and end violence. Never once imagined that Reggae on the River would be connected to the Blue Lotus Speaks….

 

First, the Good News!   Had an amazing weekend. here are some photos….will have video very soon….

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Special Thanks to Gagan Hunter for photography, video, and help with booth operations and pyramid set up. Special Thanks to Andre Jonson for assistance with program concept and production. Special Thanks to Justin Crellin for such an amazing opportunity. Special Thanks for Pat and Eddie Lincoln for transportation.

Please read Reggae on the River Reflections part 1

 

now for the harsh realities. Not sure if my pondering about events following previous 2 appearances at Reggae had anything to do with this, but here goes….

Less than 2 months after Tchiya Amet Day, End the Silence, End the Violence, (June 7 2014), 2 days before my 53rd birthday, 2 days before the end of my Chiron Return, (August 5, 2014), at around 4pm pst, I was sexually molested/assaulted in broad daylight, in front of my boyfriend, in our booth at Reggae on the River 2014. Fortunatly, it only took me 3 days to file a police report as opposed to 30 years. (Read Blue Lotus Speaks Update)

 

Turns out, there were several instances of this during the course of the weekend. I even heard that the issue was addressed from on stage, that there needs to be more respect of women.   I am asking for your help right now. Help us to identify and nail this creep. Get him off the streets and away from Innocents. Women, Children. Elders, etc.  Help me get this disgusting image of his face out of my mind and onto paper. I completely froze, which is understandable based on my history. But now, I have the opportunity to turn things around. This pervert came to my booth 2 times before, so I know exactly what he looks like, how he sounds. etc,. why didm’t I scream? why didn’t I report to the authorities? why didn’t my boyfriend? TRAUMA.

His name is Mike or Kevin. He is short, dark skinned. Bald. wears glasses or sunglasses. Comes from Nigeria or Ghana, living in Boston with heavy British/Boston accent. was wearing a green t shirt and shorts. very cocky, arrogant bastard. Was volunteering at a friend’s booth, not sure if it was a non-profit booth. wanting to remember what kind of booth it was. came to my booth once in morning, and he even watched my booth while I went to get my cell phone that had been charging at press tent.

Then he came back while I was giving a woman a sound healing treatment. he put his hands on my back and his female friend told him to stop, to leave me alone because I had a client. he told her that he and I went way back (not true! only met him that morning!) and that it was cool??? Then I told him that I was busy and to come back in 20 minutes. He claimed he wanted to buy some oils and a cd.

When he returned a few hours later, he walked right past my boyfriend who was seated in front of merchandise , right behind me, and proceeded to place one hand on my left breast while other hand headed into my vagina.  I raised my hands up, said WHOA and stepped back. I froze for what seemed an eternity. Hands still raised, mouth dropped wide open, eyes bulging. heart pounding. When I was about to tell him to leave, still seated, my boyfriend calmly began to speak with him. This shocked me even more, and traumatized, turned to go work on next client. Kept silent, not wanting to make waves or embarrass boyfriend.

Next day, a friend told me that I need to speak with the boyfriend about what happened. We did, and this led to us breaking up. Some friend! when I called to him today for support, all he could do is tell me that his video had gotten up to 93,000 hits? Ironically, these are the same two people that helped me with my performance and booth operations over the weekend….

Anyhow, I am shocked, as usual, as how insensitive some folks can be. asking me what did I do to attract this? why didn’t I give a signal that I was in danger? That is like asking a car accident victim why they did not drive themselves to the hospital!

I had my first Tae Kwon do Class today. If this ever happens again, or if I see it happening, the pervert will end up in jail, hospital or the morgue. HOTEP.  I am grateful for this Reggae on the River Experience to guide me further along the path of healing self and entire planet. Let’s re-connect in November….

 

Looking for a CRIMINAL SKETCH ARTIST. Well, if you know of this pervert, please contact DEPUTY GOMES AT HUMBOLDT COUNTY SHERIFF OFFICE: 707-445-7251. END THE SILENCE, END THE VIOLENCE.   KNOW JUSTICE, KNOW PEACE. NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE.   TCHIYA AMET EL MAAT