Jack was a friendly man, who always had a pleasant word and a smile and handshake for everyone. The men hung with him at barbeques and discussed sports. He was strong, had a belly, and always wore a baseball cap. He was married to his high school sweetheart, Mary. He was good to his 4 kids and took care of his oldest child when he had a breakdown in his early twenties. He went to all school and family events and encouraged his children in their dreams. He took care of the family needs and finances. He was a small business owner and had invented his product, which a short while ago became outmoded. He always decorated the house with lots of Christmas decorations and candles. They are still up. He lost his house to foreclosure and the family was given 3 days to move out.
He drove into the deep woods and drank poison to make sure he was dead. I knew him. My family knew him; he lived within walking distance of one of us. At his funeral his childhood sweetheart and their children told a lot of Jack stories. The family did their best to resurrect him to our eyes. One of his kids sang and the eldest read a poem he'd written. Mary said she didn't know what she was going to do and that she would now have to rely on those from town sitting in the packed chapel pews. There are other houses nearby that haven't been foreclosed on but Jack's house was nice and had a good view. The bank has now given Mary 3 weeks to move out.
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Some will rob you with a gun, and
Some with a fountain pen.
I just don't understand this nation of ours.
In the days of the Great Depression, over thirty five states had outlawed foreclosure.
This would take having state legislators with some cahones. We were about to have some tightening down of some of the mortgage provisions here in Calif - just minor tweaks mind you, but still a little bit is always better than the absolute nothing in terms of helping the future "Jacks" and their families.
But the lobbyists got wind of what was about to happen, and they descended on Sacramento like vultures on road kill, and the bill was dropped.
May Goddess help save us from the terrorists within.
I have become a fan of "respect" much more than a fan of "love."
State legislatures
The oligarchy has a choke hold on the national legislative, executive and judicial branches. Right now there is a concentrated drive to take control of all state houses and all commissions that are appointed to protect certain people from illegal actions.
They are buying up state legislatures, executives and judicial organizations like penny candies.
Great Britain and Wisconsin are trying to stop this push by the filthy rich to reduce everyone to the status of peasants.
They lose, all but their servants are going to be begging for food.
Self exile
so so so sorry to read this
How very terrible.
It feels like a war of attrition.
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A war of attrition is exactly what it is
I'm sure that Jack's not the only one. People lose their homes, their jobs, and whatever they feel makes them themselves, and the odds are that some of their stories end in this way.
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win. -- Mahatma Gandhi
I would love to know
the suicide rate in this country. there must be many stories like this. I would like to mail every single one to the management of all the TARP babies.
Sadly
it wouldn't make a dent in them.
We aren't just drowning in corruption, we're morally bankrupt as well.
Someone I Love
lost his home recently due to medical costs. It's hard to describe how sad I feel. It's a cross between anger and mourning. It's awful. He has his family who loves him, and that helps, but it's hard on a person's pride and sense of self. I've cried for his situation and will help out if he will accept the help.
I understand how this could drive a man or woman to desperation, though. The hopelessness is overwhelming. May those who allowed this to happen to the country and the people answer for their deeds.
We also need to remember the storytelling and the singing
That really is important. Jack wouldn't have wanted it any other way!
I'm indexing Gene Sharp for a reason. Let's go with what works, eh?
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win. -- Mahatma Gandhi
Sheriff Sales
I was at our county courthouse yesterday, and exited past the Sheriff's Department. The wall was completely plastered with Sheriff Sale posting. I asked a Sheriff, who was standing by the door, whether it was always like this, or was this recent? He started to say that it was normal - but qualified that to the fact that it had become the norm in the last few years.
I felt like crying. Each piece of paper represented someone's life.
This is in a relatively stable area, where there has not been wild speculation and volatile prices. Plus it is in a judicial state, where foreclosure takes longer and goes to court.
The frustration builds because no one will talk to you. The bank is supposed to try to work something out, but instead they just stonewall you. Even if you had a lawyer, most lawyers do not really know how to handle what is going on. (Once you know what to look for, the foreclosure fraud becomes apparent.) Things seem to be turning in the courts now, but, for the people who lost their homes in the last few years, it is too late.