It started quite a long time ago, in 1994. But it could have started earlier. I was alone, diagnosed with depression, and had recently had an interaction with the local police dept. I did not have a girlfriend. As I was waiting for my appointment at a mental health center, I was given an "opportunity" to "come onto" (i.e. express a sexual interest in) an another male. Inevitably, not being a homosexual, I did not. Only I and this other person were in the waiting room. I don't why this person assumed that I was gay. He did not ask me, and neither did anyone else.
At first, the harassment and surveillance were relatively light. I noticed it, but did not think much of it. As time went by, the harassment and surveillance became more intense and noticeable. By 2002, it was 24 hours a day every day. I thought that it was just me. In 2003, uniformed police officers began openly harassing and stalking me. During about a three-month period, black and white patrol units would be parked outside the exit/entrance (the one that I used) to my apt complex whenever I left my apt. Or they would pass me by immediately after I stepped onto the sidewalk. Twice, as I walked home very late at night, a black and white unit was parked next to the exit/entrance and the officers were standing outside the vehicle. They said nothing as I silently walked by and entered the apt complex. They seemed to be waiting for me to do or say something; (sometime later, I spoke to a police officer on the phone about the black and white patrol units parked outside my apt complex; he said "are you under investigation?" Apparently this is a standard police dept harassment tactic). Starting at the same time (November 2003), I was subjected to a very intense name-calling campaign. I was called "fudge packer," "fudge packer," "female dog" (the most common), "lollipop sucker" and other names about five times a week. I believe that many of the people calling me these names (as well as surrounding my apt with their unmarked vehicles) were out-of-uniform law enforcement officers. In August 2004, I went to the Central Area Police Station to try to file a report. The officer wrote down what I told him (Citizen Request Form) and said that someone from my local Area Station would call me. No one did. This was the first episode in a long pattern of non-responsiveness (and hostility) from law enforcement. Strangely, soon after, the name calling almost completely stopped. I believe that someone in law enforcement ordered the stalkers to stop calling me these names. Law enforcement apparently has the motto: "no fudge packer is going to get away with not coming onto a police officer."
I have experienced virtually every aspect of gangstalking: physical and verbal assault, the noise and slander campaigns, mail theft and destruction, harassment by resident and property managers, harassing phone calls and emails, street theater, 24 hour surveillance, harassment and stalking by black and white patrol units and fire dept vehicles, etc.
The stalkers park their vehicles around my apt complex 24 hours a day. The drivers just sit in the driver's seat. They follow and harass me every time I leave my apt and tell everyone that I interact with that I am a homosexual or a criminal. They have asked my neighbors to harass me and they eagerly do.
In March 2005, I discovered the site www.multistalkervictims.org/ and realized that what I was experiencing was a planned and widespread campaign of harassment and assault directed against certain types of people. It is hard to believe that people will be so viciously persecuted for such seemingly trivial reasons. Fascism is on the way in the United States. Most Americans are too complacent and uninformed to see it.
This site replaced my original words with these: "fudge packer," "fudge packer," "female dog" (the most common), "lollipop sucker." You do not have to be a genius to figure out what the original words were.