Life as a Corporate Wife, and the death and destruction with divorce

It was October, 1962 when my father collapsed of a heart attack in Roanoke, Virginia. He was on-call when he died, during the Cuban Missile Crisis–– a US Navy, Lt. Commander, and pilot. The same month I was featured with his father in a Norfolk and Western Railroad article about my grandfather, Jasper S. Looney, who gave the railroad 40 years of his life. It was 1983, when Southern Railroad merged with Norfolk and Western, forming Norfolk Southern, and my immediate family was moved away from Virginia.

For twenty-three years I was married to a man who swiftly climbed the ladder at Norfolk Southern Railroad. Beginning as a self-described "glorified mechanic" working on locomotives, he moved on, having had experience working for a Caterpillar dealership, and became the manager of Norfolk Southern's railroad equipment. His place would be permanent in the Engineering Department. The move to Georgia positioned him to manage the communications and signals department for the entire railroad.

Executives have much power and as vendors well know it's good to be liked and favored. We did enjoy a trip to Austria and Germany hosted by Austria's Plasser American Corporation. There, I was told the plush arrangements I was enjoying had also been enjoyed by Richard M. Nixon.

"You're eating where he ate, and sleeping where he slept," said one of the kind Austrians.

We went to conventions and enjoyed fishing trips compliments of vendors, and it isn't as glamorous as most people would believe. As the wife, most of the time is spent in the motel room waiting for him to attend his affairs, or events for the wife might arranged and paid for by vendors.

There were golf outings and particularly at the Greenbrier, the ladies had a choice of niceties to enjoy. The new position as Assistant Vice President, Communications department brought a new boss, and new vendors, and we enjoyed gambling trips and even a trip to Nashville's Grand Ole Opry hosted by Okonite and Harmon Industries. There was another man who worked alongside the two named Mr. Higgenbottem. The new railroad boss was the most powerful NS man in Atlanta, VP Engineering, Phil Ogden. My husband couldn't understand how Mr. Ogden kept his home there while all other V.P's. were in Norfolk, Virginia, and he couldn't understand why his predecessor in the communications department had made so much money to own a million dollar mansion at Lake Lanier. He said the job just didn't pay that much, and I said, "Maybe he inherited the money!" At first he couldn't understand the "secret code language" used by communications workers working for him, but soon caught on to the language and new job.

When he moved in to his mistress's home abandoning our daughter alone in the house in 1999, it was before our Georgia divorce was final. His mistress had been a railroad consultant when they met, and also worked for the state of Georgia in computers, Human Resources. I was still trying to stay alive and survive the prolonged ordeal of legal finalization and settlement, living in daily fear as to what they might have planned for me next, and have been told mine was "one of those rigged Georgia divorces."

But one of the first things his mistress and new wife did, I was told, was keep him from the golf course. Business of all kinds is conducted on golf courses all over this country and if a person wants success at executive or political levels, golf is the game to play.

It was 1998 and my divorce from the railroad executive that was the beginning of this personal, interstate horror story of crime and corruption. In Georgia, I was arrested, falsely accused, and advised by a magistrate to sign my divorce papers so all of my arrest, police problems would go away.
Judge Laurens Lee of Peach County, Georgia said it as I was being handcuffed in Georgia. Within a 39 day period I found myself in three Georgia jails, sent to a state mental facility against my will, while advised my son was dead in a brutal, bloody death in Alabama. I never identified his body nor did I attend any services because of the arrests and legality.

Six years later, 2004 after enduring refusals to send public records or my son's "suicide" and stonewalling from Hoss Mack and John Garner of the Baldwin County Sheriff's office, I was sent records, and this picture of my son's leg, was sent by Sheriff Jimmy Johnson. I'm told it is not the picture of a dead person. And later forensics reports details showed the body they examined was not that of my son.

The arrests, expenses, and laws of Georgia prevented my presence at my son's funeral services. It is a horror story every Mother in this country should know about, and be sure her daughter cannot fall victim to these kinds of activities among the powerful and affluent who run states, write laws, run governments and organizations.

Pleas for help from public figures, senators, attorneys general, congressmen, proved fruitless except Senator Paul Coverdell tried to help and a year later he was dead. Years and years of struggle, and horrors brought a recent comment from an Atlanta attorney initially involved in the situation,

"You know your son might be somewhere and they've told him if he tries to contact you, they'll kill you and your remaining children."

I told the lawyer,

"Then if that's what every veteran has fought every war for, then let them kill me and my remaining children. This country isn't fit for honest people to live."

They're not telling the truth, and there are people in Georgia and elsewhere who know exactly what happened.

Within this blog you will find incidences of public corruption intertwined with pictures, plots and planning of criminal organizations and their legal affiliates, tactics, and activities. Because these tribulations have been ongoing for twelve years, the story is in parts and pieces and as blogs allow, is not in chronological order.

The next post will address the land contract, extortion, and squatter's rights activities and exhibit what I've endured after fleeing Georgia, and the legal tactics used to arrange losses for myself as an innocent, and baited purchaser. Every American should know about criminal legal tactics, including those used in land and home purchases.

American laws are weak in protecting victims of financial and white collar crimes. In many instances lawyers and bar associations will not challenge nor discipline lawyers who may be corrupt. As my problems were interstate, including four states, I found a victim cannot financially afford to hire multiple lawyers in multiple states, nor be guaranteed the quality of the attorney hired from a distance. This detail gives high dollar criminals greater opportunities to succeed in crime. Worse, a poor person victimized or having suffered losses to home or family has no chance at all for any form of justice.

It's why the federal government must provide a blanket to help victims address, expose, and recover from corruption and criminal organizations.