Speechless

It is 1:30. It is with very heavy heart that I prepare myself, in vain, to drag myself over to Shayne's house. I have just tried to reach her on her mobile phone--impossible as usual, only Voice.

I tear myself away from my research on Phillis Wheatley, who was an ancestor of George Washington Carver. The darkness of this environment I live in here prevents me from having time to complete the research, as it did my research in mathematics, on magnetic bubble computers and fast digital Adders.

Not in. And no sign of life. Coincidentally, someone walks up to the building just the moment I am there. We stare speechlessly and intensely at each other. She snaps her head and turns the key and I resume ringing Shayne's bell.

After returning home, a huge argument breaks out with her father. I say, "There never was a year (before this last year) when Shayne didn't come over for at least ten minutes during the Xmas season." Her father has decided to see "nothing going on" and to clear himself of the scandal and ordeal by accusing me of being "paranoid," while very loudly and excitedly evocating the social workers to come back and to interview me. He claims to know why Shayne is never home. "She won't come back, until I have the social workers come and examine you!" he screams. "She told me that she wouldn't come over here again, until I have the social workers examine you."

A cowardly tactic and a brass lie.

Shayne had said to me, that she wouldn't come over to her father's house again, until the social workers tell her its okay. Which social workers? Apparently, the ones she spoke to when I was desperately looking for her during her "missing year." All along, the persons at Mentrum referred to conversations they had had with Shayne, but I told them I didn't believe them, as I never found her at home or could reach her on the telephone. Eventually, I assumed they had found her at her apartment, shortly after my petition to the police.

But for months, I could not find her at work or in her home. When we did see her at home in June (?), we saw her for only 20 minutes and she had friends (or assistants) helping her arrange her things in her house. We had bought over a large table with a center leaf. I helped her to assemble and move it and to put the leaf in the middle. But one of the friends objected to the table being opened all the way up. Obediently, Shayne put the leaf underneath. (The table has been removed and replaced by a small couch.--as seen through a crack in her curtain)

We saw her for one half hour and then in August we were informed by mobile phone from the airport that she was just about to step onto a plane to China. Since her return, I only glimpsed her one minute, as she opened the door. After her father parked the car, we rang the bell again, but she never opened the door. Although neither of us said anything about it at the time, deep in my heart, I knew that, despite all signs to the contrary, Shayne's behavior was a plea for help. Was she a hostage of some sort? Why hadn't she let us in?

This was about the umpteenth visit I had made to her house since her return from China. But again, on Dec. 24, no sign of life. Usually, I report what was odd about her house to Shayne's father and always the next attempted visit, the flaw would be remedied. The bike would be back outside the house or the shoes will have been rearranged differently or the mail would have been picked up off the floor or the curtain would be completely closed, so no more peeking in was possible. It was as if our at-home conversations (and even our thoughts) were continually being monitored. The "little elves" would listen to our complaints and then rearrange her quarters in such a way, that the complaint was no longer valid. Always, just like clockwork.

But it has occcured to me that they still made an error. Something was out of order at her house this last visit.

It should be mentioned that attempts to reach Shayne at her work have been made several times. It used to be easy and friendly to talk to colleagues of her, when I couldn't reach her by cell phone. But the year, it has become more and more difficult. First of all, there is no central office or authority usually. Secondly, the people are often rude and no longer offer assistance about her working hours. Her father went to the M---- in person and was treated rudely.

She told me in a brief phone conversation, when I reached after she arrived back from China, that she had a souvenir to give me and that she was going to work at the M ---B. After many weeks of not being able to reach her since then, I tried calling the M--B to locate her. They were helpful and told me that from the roster, she would be in the following week for an hour.

I called and certainly got someone who sounded like Shayne. "How can I reach you?" I asked. "I don't know" is what she answered. Her father also called the M---B but could not reach Shayne and he was told to try again the next day but he didn't.

I called the office the next day. I was told a day she would be in. Even though there was someone ringing the doorbell, I was determined not to be prevented in calling Shayne. Letting the doorbell ring, I dial the number and a voice similar to Shayne's answered and I said, "I would like to speak to Shayne!" Then the person said something to the affect, "But I am Shayne..." I said, "I would like to order..." But then the person said, "Don't call me at my work."

I called back and got a man and told him I was trying to reach Shayne. He said he would put me through. But after some minutes, the phone went dead. I called again and repeated my request, the man said, "Shayne is not in. The truth is, she is really not here." I said, "She really is not there? But I thought I heard a voice similar to hers. I want to order tickets." The man answered, "You want to order tickets? You can order tickets from me." "For what date?" "For the 26th." "For 3:00 in the afternoon?" "But," I objected, "I am put off. I want to order tickets from Shayne." "Yes. Tell Shayne I want to order tickets that is all."

I have tried to reach Shayne on her mobile unsuccessfully. She hasn't contacted me. I have just returned from her house, which looks unlived in.

Meanwhile, my visitors had left their card: "Mentrum."

Ever since a new technological solution appeared on the stage this decade, a number of problems have appeared in our lives: red-tape problems, money problems, missing person problems, lack of central laws and government problems. Yes, the Internet and the Call Centers. They have caused thousands of new grievances. After selling the Amsterdam University, the ING bank (and hence the Post Office), the stores, the mobile phone industry, etc. to China and installing Call Centers at the hub of every business concern, nothing has been the same.

It is my belief that a large part of the community here targeted Shayne and she suffered illegal seizures of her Postbank money, illegal deductions for charitable causes from her Postbank account. And so have I and probably many others.

The problem with Call Centers is that they leave a company unaccountable for any mistakes it makes. A consumer can never get through to the same person or even to the management. What is more, via the Call Centers, the costomers details are put into a system, easily accessible by many different persons. We have suffered unbelievably red-tape problems the last ten years. The "Call Center" construct also provides an opportunity for hackers to modify emails and telephone connections. One's navigation through the Internet can also be controlled via them.

I know from my personal research that some workers installed at the Postbank have a connection to the biowarfare departments of the universities in Holland. Following a clue from one of their letters, I discovered a webpage with the names and addresses of workers in biochemicals and biowarfare.

There are persons working at various institutions, like the universities, the banks and Post Offices and other places, all in league, to target an individual and to work together for the detriment of that person. Their deductions off bank statements are fairly easily verified completely unauthorized. Sadly to say, Amsterdam is a community of conspirators, doing this sort of crime altogether.

And where can one turn? On the Internet, there is information about reporting crimes of theft but no mention is made of crimes murder, kidnapping, hostage taking, impersonation, etc.

The cells at Mentrum may be modelled after the Philadelphia Experiment. Where is Xmas, with such things existing beside a law-abiding, civilian community?

If by some miracle, Shayne could still be alive, it would not erase the atmosphere of conspiracy, provocation, deliberate threats, suggestions and aggression used by the community here and the wider community of the media, Internet, etc. Up to now they have tested our responses and used them, only to improve their strategy and tactics. It is my belief, at the moment, that my daughter, Shayne, is, if not already deceased, in great danger as is the rest of us in her family. To me there can be no community more despicable than one like this that contrives, in mass, to harm a person and to prevent anyone from mourning her.

Shayne was born at home in Amsterdam, in a rascist environment, where ethnic cleansing has taken place around the clock, since 1988. Now at the end of this sad anniversary day of human tragedy, I know, that there has not been one day since Shayne's birth 25 years ago that the Dutch society, under CIA authority, did not fail to work for one end and one end alone: to make her birth as meaningless an event as possible. For twenty-five years the Dutch community has worked towards this end: To terminate her life in a hurtful way.