David


E-mail:  david@goingpostal.org


My name is David. I have worked for the Federal government all my life. Employed previously by several agencies, during my last two jobs with the government, I worked for the U.S. Postal Service Office in San Diego, California. I was a letter carrier (08/81 - 07/92) and mail handler (07/92 - 02/94).

On a morning in May 1991, I had a mail jeep accident on my job while delivering mail on my route. Later I went back to the accident scene to find that it was infested with postal inspectors. The scene household family where the accident took place was contracted by the postal inspectors. The family was part of another group of people whom controlled drug flow in/out of the San Diego area and ran a crack house on another part of my route, in a vacant house. A house rented by the postal inspectors. Every time I went to make delivery to the house, I would be harassed by one of the family member. The people whom were employed by the postal inspectors have double-crossed them. Months later, there was a drug bust in that part of the area, which caused a shootout between the criminals who lived there, and the police narcotics squad. It made the Headline News in San Diego and also the newspapers. Since I delivered mail every day to that house, and I have knowledge of the facts, I was targeted by the conspirators.

Ever since this incident, my life has changed forever. Harassment’s came. Strange things started to happen. It seemed like the postal inspectors were was watching my every move. My home electronic devices started to fail as well as my car, which I presumed that they rigged my house; constantly, which still happens today.

After months, I couldn't take it anymore. I was coursed into a confession, and oddly, there was no recognition of my name and what has happened. The investigation backfired at them, which almost cost a life of a police officer. They told me to go back to work and they told me they knew nothing about the incident. Since this incident sparked a huge media frenzy in San Diego, this was made into a cover-up.  I was released so that I would keep quiet about this "conspiracy."

I went back to work at the Post Office. The harassment’s stopped. However, five months later, I was once again a victim of this conspiracy, and finally was leveraged out of my job in San Diego. Since then, I have moved to Seattle, Washington. Even though I am here, the harassments have never stopped.

At one time I had an infection under my teeth (the 3 prong tooth bridge) after a visit to the dentist. The dentist took the bridge out for two weeks while I was taking antibiotics. After the bridge was put back on, I went to a car shop the next day, where I found coincidentally, a dental assistant for the dentist. She told me that she had quit her job. I firmly believe that they had put an implant in my teeth. On one occasion during an airplane trip to Las Vegas, I saw a suspecting man sitting several seats in front of me. It seemed like he could hear everything I was saying to the people around me even though he was so far away. I finally began to chew on several pieces of ice, he then suddenly jerked and went berserk, and pulled a tiny earphone out of his ears.

All I know is that I have been a victim of a cover-up and conspiracy. I have been living in pain and suffering for many years. Today, I am standing up for my self; to tell the world what has happened to me and many other people alike. I don't know how long I may live, but this was my story, and I am proud to tell it.

David
E-mail:  david@goingpostal.org