|| Apparently my first ever chapter in this section, "Current Update" that laid out the dozens
of police assaults and abuses against me was found missing after my old data was restored.
It makes me think that the C.I.A., F.B.I., Pentagon and The White House are all getting
ready to assassinate me and make it look like something else and they don't want you people
to know what a massive campaign of abuse they have already left behind for the record.
It is now October 29, 2014 and, before anything happens to me, you should all know that, for
openers, the government has done all of the following to me;
1);Kidnapped, handcuffed and pistol whipped me unconscious in the back of a police van in
San Francisco and stole my camera and made up a complete lie to slander me, after.
My crime? Giving Yoko Ono an envelope containing copies of my magazine to get to Paul, George
and Ringo. That's it. It was Yoko's security that came back a half hour after she left the
art gallery and violently shoved me out the door and into the waiting arms of S.F.P.D. who
told me; "We're going to beat your ass!" Twenty minutes later, in the roughest neighborhood,
they burst in and wailed on me and I woke up bloody and wondering what i was doing in the
back of a police van.
That was in October of 1987, just two months after two strangers walked up to me to say;
"We don't need the publicity." before they dislocated my arm and smashed my face into a side-
walk breaking my nose. Strange, because officer Kevin Hall or Steve Rist (I don't know which
is which.) said to me as we arrived at San Francisco General Hospital; "I'm going to break
your nose." Fortunately a passing doctor heard that and may have discouraged that crime. It
was as if he would have to have known that I just got my nose straightened days earlier by
a doctor. Like one big, interconnected plot.
The strangers who assaulted me were let go, uncharged by D.A. Costello.
Before these two possibly linked incidents I found myself being summoned to court in Santa
Rosa, California for charges of 'Breaking and entering" and I forget what else. All bogus.
When I went to court I found I was the only person there, several times, until it just dis-
appeared like nothing but terrorism from the fed to me had happened. In fact they gave me
Juan Corona's attorney and he tried to make me take a psychology test to entrap me until
I fired him. Juan Corona was a mass murderer from the 70's, I believe.
Another episode, also in the mid and early 80's, was when I was arrested for a delinquent
'riding a bicycle on a sidewalk' ticket that I received right before my evidence find made
me move back to my home town.
I was put on an airplane, in handcuffs and flown 180 miles south to Salinas jail where I was
poisoned with a plate of food that the server was overly interested in, it seemed to me.
Then I was bused north 130 miles to San Francisco, Oakland and about four jails in one week
until I reached Vista, California where my case was dismissed as time served. the Vista
warden took me aside and said to me;
"Listen, Mr. Lightfoot. About this John Lemmon thing. We could cut you up into little pieces
and flush you down the toilet and nobody would know any better."
I believe I received over 150 parking tickets in three years in San Francisco and Berkeley,
having to run back and forth to court all the time to beat 95% of them. I felt like a yo yo.
I once received four in one day. All bogus.
There were arrests made on me that I will have to
look up when I find a copy of that lost chapter "Current Update" that I have, mercifully, for-
gotten. One I do recall was a pot arrest the Santa Clara police made while I was watching
tv in my van while on a trip south.
It was preceeded by a white car with an antenna and a v-8 that rumbled next to me.
Ten minutes later six patrol cars were in the lot searching my van and i was given a
citation and released. Months later, after I was convicted and the day before my deadline to
appeal, I was stopped for no reason and held behind my van by one officer while the other
officer, I'm not kidding, took a crow bar to my water pump pulley (I could hear the loud
creak he make doing it) The next day I had to fix my car before just getting in my appeal.
I use library computers and have to sign off for now, but know that much more has happened
to me, by far. Stay tuned for more on police and C.I.A. abuses against me.