The typical gang stalking group members are very pleased with themselves this morning becuz they think they did a stellar job all night long harassing me. City workers like garbage men etc this morning are very smug.
All I did was stay awake and walk around all night becuz that is what I planned to do to begin with. They simply provided gang stalking so that was a part of my experience as opposed to just walking around.
In on it last night were local police marked cars and cabs. Unmarked or civilian cars as well but thats harder to discern.
I find it very suspect that cops focus on me repeatedly in any city I go to as if I am a dangerous criminal. I am a single older female of 40 with health issues and has basically nothing as far as reslurces. I make sure I come to places like Berkeley sometimes that have high instances of mentally ill homeless so that it wjll appear odd that any one officer should focus on me comparex to anyome else kn the street.
However, time and time again I get focused on and stalked and watched as if I am a truly dangerous person. Like as if I was a scary danverous full grown man with a violent history.
These are GROWN MEN with beefed up cars and military grade tech toys as well as they are younger. Why must they insist on focusing on me like I am a dangerous wanted criminal?
Why is what I am doing any more interesting or severe than a truly scary crazy person late at night?
Last night I took a walk up Dwight St. to see whst was up the hill
I did a piece on the other blog. I then realized that this is where all the Fraternities and Sororities are as when I came down Dwight St hill I went down Piedmont St and discovered the college has alot of nice buildings tucked away up in the afore mentioned areas.
Naturally being from Boston I wanted to see their college area as well as have somerhing interesting to do walking through the night.
Not only did I begin to notice police stalking when I left the Telegraph area to go up the hill on Dwight as documented in other Targeted Survivor blog but when I came back down and turned on Piedmont I noted a male policeman driving by aggressively and frequently. There is a difference between watching out for a single female's safety and harassing a single female walking alone.
Of course this agitation led to my getting pissed off and verbal which was its purpose. This entire campaign has the eventual full blown discreditation of me as its purpose. Big surprise.
Eventually the stalking became overt and a police car actually passed me and then hid behind some cars in a parking lot.
I had enough and called the officer out from his hiding spot. I told him if he wanted to talk to me I was right here but be forwarned I have a recording device.
I then noted the car pulled out and as it did I actually called it out and gave the gesture to come out with my hands kind of like dealing with a hiding child. Never before had I experienced a time when police played dead like that. Obviously playing games.
Normally the officer would show authority over the situation. Creepy was the only way to describe it.
The car then faced me so I could not see who was driving. In the dark with its lights on. I know cop cars have cameras so I spoke plainly and simply, and throughout no officer shown a presence nor responded.
"I can go for a walk up there anytime I want. If not give me a ticket. There is a difference between watching out for a single females well being and harassing a single female walking alone."
No response. Upon walking away I said 'Understand?' in Italian probably from being so annoyed.
All I could picture was this little game was captured on video so more cops nationwide can watch it and once again get a laugh at my expense.
I spent the evening being annoyed instead of pleasantly walking or sitting quietly minding my own business.
Just now an Asian cop sat in his car to my right, looking at his computer doing his morning routine...or so it would seem.
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