PROTEST#
100 POLICE DAY! …POLICE ON MY WAY…POLICE AT MY PROTEST... MISSILES OF
SABOTAGE…A MESSAGE TO DYCKMAN OFFICE
April 19, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
As soon I arrived at the train station, by the door I met a police
officer. Inside two officers were looking at me and observing my cart.
Before they ask something I told them that it was carrying material for a
protest I am doing against Bank of America. When I tried to go through the
turnstile with my cart it was hard to pass. A policewoman who was still
watching had informed me that I could pass the cart through the emergency door.
She took it and handled to me. It was nice of her. I learned something
new.
When I got to the stop 96 to make transfer to train 1, next to the
elevator I found 5 police officers. Their eyes were directed to my cart and
posters. No one came up to ask me anything. Exposing all my material of protest
had been a good idea. This cart has been one of the most valuable gifts ever
received since the beginning of this nightmare.
Around 12 o’clock I was talking to some Hispanic people when a
police car stopped behind me. The lady who was speaking to me warned that two
officers were approaching. One of them told me that Bank of America had called
to ask me to move from the sidewalk. He told me what I was doing was illegal. I
would need a permission to protest. When I asked him where I could get such
permit, the officer did not respond to my question. Then he told me I needed a
license as other sellers who were around.
Immediately I showed my salesperson license, l informed him that
my place of business is the street. When the officer looked at my certificate
he said it was expired, this in reference to a stamp that said: VALIDATED
ON 19 MARCH 2013. I replied to him that it not could be possible because I
just had received a new one due to a change of address. The certificate
was current. The official insisted that it was expired. I repeated to him that VALIDATED DOES NOT
MEANS EXPIRED. The
officer continued discussing it was expired. Someone present also
agreed with me. Validated is not equal expired. Finally, another police officer
said: “Let’s go inside, this is a bank issue”
Later on, they left the Bank without saying anything to me.
They left me alone because they knew that I had the right to protest and
freedom of expression. This is my 100 protests as the number 1 ended harassed by the police and
sabotaged by the Bank. I remembered the book One
hundred Years of Solitude (Spanish Cien años de soledad) written by
my countryman Gabriel G Marquez. For him the 100 years of solitude had ended,
for me 100 protest of solitude and despair still on.
Bank of America, office of Dyckman
Street your strategy of today sabotaging my protest, and calling the police did
not come out well. The people who witnessed your harassment did not agree with
you, they supported me. What you are doing calling me a liar and the police you
are forcing me to be your miserable ghost seating in front of your door. I am
willing to die in the street to show the world my truth. Do not feed me with
more hatred for the Bank, your office will be my threshold when I go to
the afterlife so do not ruin it more than what it is.
THANK YOU, YOUR GHOST OF
BANK OF AMERICA.
PROTEST#
99 QUIET...A VISITOR WOWS ME…
April 18, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
Today was a cold, windy and cloudy day. Around 4:00 pm I had to
stop my protest due to rain. I was not feeling well, I had irritated eyes and
the burning of my face from the day before bothered me. I went to the Pharmacy
and I bought drops to relieve my eyes.
Around 3:30 pm suddenly, a lady approached to me asking for a copy
of the book. She was very motivated to see me alone sitting in front of the
bank. She identified herself as a Human Rights worker and active
person in the Hispanic community. She was thrilled talking to me about
possible people that could promote my story. She wanted to have a meeting to
introduce me her contacts. Her interest in my problem with Bank of America had
impressed me. I gave her copy of the book and we exchanged phone numbers for a
future meeting.
PROTEST
# 98 …MY PRIVACY IS DEAD... OVEREXPOSED…A WEIRD COINCIDENCE
April 17, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
Being at Dyckman Street brings me great anger; the day goes with
much frustration. They hurt me calling liar but staying in from of them I feel
a relief to this humiliation. Today as soon I started my protest
someone who has already seen me says: "do
not give up, be strong". I love this community; they are people
with big hearts. The majority of Hispanics are from Dominican Republic. They
have impressed me with so much generosity. The psychologist who I met yesterday
came today during her lunch hour to relieve my pain. As a gift I gave her a
copy of the book that I wrote regarding the “American Dream”. I was
amazed when I realized the brand of the cart this lady bought for me.
I couldn't believe was” American
Dream”. This was a big coincidence with the purpose of the cart; it is
holding my American Dream converted in American nightmare.
Moving back and forth from home to Manhattan, taking three trains,
and visibly carrying my work items are making my life public without any
privacy. This is a great sacrifice for me. My protest continues until I reach
home. When people read my web pages they sympathize with me and they ask
how I allowed Bank of America to ruin my life. My answer is the book. I
take this opportunity to offer it. The books are visibly in a transparent
backpack that I carry on my back.
PROTEST
# 97…PICTURES DAY…TEARS…UNEXPECTED GIFT…AN ANGEL TOUCHED MY HEART
April 16, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
Because of two explosions that shook Boston and the alert in New
York, today I was watched by security agents. They might wonder what I
have in a covered cart. I removed the small posters and my little ghost to let
people see what is inside the cart. I understand these security measures are
taken as precaution and it not bothered me. To avoid suspicion, I thought I
should use an uncovered cart exposing content.
Around 3:00 pm a lady stopped by me. She was very interested
on my story. I told her about today’s experience inside the train regarding the
security measure. She went to a store to buy a cart for me. She bought a blue
one that matches the colors of my book. I asked who she was and she told me a
psychologist educated in Russia and Spain but born in Dominican Republic. This
lady made my day; she was like an Angel coming to hell to comfort me.
PROTEST # 96
…FEELING PLEASED… PEOPLE GETTING TO KNOW ME
April 15, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
Today I was anxious to
make this protest; I wanted to return to Bank of America in Dyckman
Street where they called me liar to promote my blog # 95. I worked hard
to produce 14 albums that prove the truth of my story. I think that people who
support me and have bought my book should see documents showing how Bank of
America’s lawyers were able to win the case.
It was nice to hear people saying that they were concerned about
me because I had not returned last week. Some were happy to see me again. This
week I will be there the entire week. I like this community. I have
approximately known half Spanish-speaking people and half English speaking. I
have received support from both and I am very grateful.
Today I heard several negative comments about Bank of America,
including a former employee who agreed with my protest
POST # 95. ALBUMS…THIS IS MY NAKED TRUTH…HERE ARE FULL FACTS OF MY
STORY…DOCUMENTS AND PICTURES PROVING MY VERACITY
April 13, 2013
Home
The concept of lying that the Bank of America has about me, put my
mind and hands to work. With great passion I made 14 albums that prove the
truth of my testimony. Please check out these Albums and then judge who the
liars on my case are. I spent a week inside the cage where I'm living to go
through 18 pounds of papers which contain the injustice I have lived. This is
the same as burning alive again and again to continue dying in hell.
It is not pleasant to see how the attorneys from Bank of America
deceive a judge, lie to a court and make fun of me. These attorneys took
advantage of my little knowledge of laws; I represented myself (Pro se) after a
frustrated attempt to have an attorney, of the language which I do not know
completely, to manipulate my case. They extend this agony for almost
two years. In my hands, only I had the truth, a truth that was ignored by these
disadvantages.
MY QUESTIONS: Why Bank of America’s attorneys did a deep persecution of my
life if they knew that wouldn't get any compensation for my suffering? Why they
did not research for what I did for the bank in many years of dedication and
loyalty? Why they did not investigate the abuses committed in Florida by the
management who start my nightmare I was informed that the assistant
manager at Washington Park office was arrested inside the bank, during business
hours and in front of everyone. The supervisor that put her hatred upon of me
just because she could not tolerate I was good employee was fired by the bank.
This proof the testimony I wrote in my book ‘FOUR YEARS OF A LIVING HELL AT
BANK OF AMERICA”
Thank you to the people that believe me without asking any proof,
thank you for your generosity and worries about my healthy. Each word of
support I receive from you feeds my spirit with strength. The words “thank you”
hardly seen enough, but they are coming from my heart, a broken heart uplifted
by your kindness. Thank you for reading my web pages.
When I depart from this world someone will write on my blog that
my AMERICAN NIGHTMARE is over.
I JUST WOULD LIKE THAT IN MY GRAVE WILL READ:” BANK OF AMERICA MY
KILLER” AND MY BODY IS WRAPPED IN
MY COSTUME THAT WAS ALWAYS MY SHROUD.
INTRODUCTION:
I am protesting against Bank
of America. I am a woman 58 years old, former employee for 21 years.
I was abused and victim of medical discrimination, since 2004 tortured by the
Bank and their Attorneys that left me in the streets selling my story: “FOUR
YEARS OF A LIVING HELL AT BANK OF AMERICA. “ I had knee and leg surgeries.
I was forced to work standing; I was not permitted to be seated. I tried to
give medical notes but they were not accepted. My medical condition continued
to worsen; the pain becomes intolerable that I have no choice but leave the
bank
October 06, 2010 I
filed a lawsuit against Bank of America in a Civil Court of New Jersey. My case
was brought to mediation. The lawyers held a deposition. This was a full
invasion to my private, medical, and professional life. To avoid that my case
would be brought before a judge, I was transferred to a Federal District Court
of New Jersey. This was to prolong their persecution. They involved my new job,
this in violation of an agreement made in court in front of the judge that they
would not contact my employment if I give them information where I was
working. This dishonest action made me lose my job and stay in the street
devastated. As per judge orders a final pre trial shall be filed on or after July 23, 2012 if the case was not settling. The
judge recognized lot of emotional damages caused by the bank. The lawyers
avoiding this date went to a Superior judge to rule in favor of them.
On July 2, 2012 my case was closed without having a
chance to see the new judge. Using credit cards I edited my book FOUR YEARS OF A LIVING HELL AT BANK
OF AMERICA. (The story is in Spanish 106 pages, but the proof and
attachment are in English). This is my blog # 95 and albums.
My pages:
www.bankofamericamykiller.com Face book: fantasma hispano
You Tube videos: Bank of America my killer twitter:clemencia@bofamericaghost
My e-mail: clegarz4@hotmail.com 718-501-0544
PROTEST#
94…GRATEFUL WITH THE COMMUNITY…LOT OF SUPPORT…
April 05, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
Today I feel like going to burn myself at this location of Bank of
America. Nothing matter anymore to me. I feel as if I've come to a place I
never thought I'd have to come to. At the other side I I love the community of
Uptown Manhattan, they have being very supportive to my protests. They lift my
shattered heart. I have met nice Spanish people; some of them have bought
my story to sympathize with my suffering of being discriminated.
A young artist that I have met on my previous protest offered me
his help to make videos. He suggested that You Tube is another way of promoting
my story. He had given me great ideas to caught people attention. A couple that
was walking a dog stopped by me. I told them about the loss of my beloved one.
I was surprised when they asked if I would like to have their two years old
dog. They will give to me for free. I am very impressed of the generosity of
the Spanish people as well as the English speaking. Someone had recognized me
when I was at 171 Street and Broadway. This old English speaking man had
recommended me to write to the Manhattan Times, a bilingual newspaper of
Washington Heights.
EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING IS LOST AND YOU THOUGHT THERE WAS
TO LOSE, SOMEBODY CAME ALONG AND GAVE YOU SOMETHING FOR FREE.
PROTEST#
93…THE DEVIL SPEAKS TODAY...BANK OF AMERICA CALLED ME LIAR... LOT OF ANGRY,
HURT, HATRED.
April 04, 2013
Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040
I had to recover from the pain in my knee caused by cold during my
previous protest. In consideration to the request made by the Manager of the
Bank at 171 Broadway I decided to go to the office at 200 Street. Unfortunately
here I found the devil that ruined my day.
The employees of this office had told to the people that
sympathized with my suffering of being long hours outside as a
miserable woman that I am a liar, that I left the bank because I want to.
BANK OF AMERICA AT DYCKMAN STREET:
I would like to let you know that before you do any judgment
against me and tell people I am a liar PLEASE ask for the record of my case and
go in details what the bank did to me. Here, I am telling you some facts of my
case:
1-If I left my job voluntary I couldn't collect
unemployment and did collect it. I presented documentation that proved the bank
has not provided me consideration to my medical disabilities and I was forced
to leave my job.
2- Here you can find part of letters issues by my doctor that
requested a chair to seat while working. The bank never accepted any medical
letters.
A
letter from Ridgewood Orthopedic Group dated March
31, 2008 stated: “Clemencia
is here for follow up of her right knee pain. She has difficulty standing full
time at work at the bank. PLAN:
Recommended trying to work more in a seat position if possible. I gave her note
to this effect for her employer.”
A
letter from Ridgewood Orthopedic Group dated September
05, 2008 stated: “Right knee
pain. Clemencia complaints that her job at the bank is not sympathetic to her
knee pain and will not let her sit while on the job. Therefore by the end of
the day she complains of severe knee pain with swelling and difficulty walking
and stiffness. PHYSICAL EXAM:
Patient in tears, upset while explaining her job situation.”
A
letter from Ridgewood Orthopedic Group dated October
17, 2008 stated:” She is very
concerned that she is going to be fired from her job. She had requested that
she be allowed to sit on a stool while working as a bank teller but apparently
her employer is telling her that she must stand the entire day. Also, they want
her to lift and carry and bend in order to use the safe deposit boxes which she
is afraid is going to aggravate her knee pain. I would recommend she try to
avoid prolonged standing or significant lifting, carrying or bending as I would
agree with her assessment that this most likely will aggravate her arthritis in
her knee.”
3- At the beginning of my blogger www.bankofamericamykiller.com you can find letters that explain how
I was discriminated, abused by the bank and tortured by the attorneys. They did
a deep invasion to my medical, personal, professional, familiar, and private
life. All my records are clear and honest; I never have lied to make up an
untrue story. On 2010 I made all my efforts to find another job. Bank of
America‘s attorneys wanted information of my new job. The deceived the court
and me saying they won’t contact my new employment and they did it.As a result,
this betrayal I lost my job.In addition the judge recognized in court the
emotional damages that the bank had caused to me. The attorneys had ignored and
changed judge to rid of me. They took advantage I was representing myself.
At this moment I am completely devastated. I give up my life, my
family, my identity, to become a miserable person. Every day my life is
deteriorating; every protest I do is one step to my funeral but I am willing to
die on the streets to tell the world how Bank of America ruined my life. My advice to Dycman’ branch, telling people I am a liar won’t help you;
your customers did not believe it. Now I will be your devilish Phantom, you
feed me with hate and people surrounding us give me the support to continue to
surviving your wickedness.
YOU CAN’T MAKE A JUDMENT ON SOMETHING YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT.
www.bankofamericamykiller.com
www.bancodeamericamisicario.com
My e-mail: clegarz4@hotmail.com
TWITTER: clemencia@bofamericaghost
Facebook: Fantasma
Hispano
CUATRO AÑOS DE INFIERNO VIVIDOS EN BANCO DE
AMERICA IS ON SALE AT AMAZON.COM
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PROTEST # 92…
QUIET … COLD BUT WARMED BY GOOD HEARTS
April 02, 2013
171 St and Broadway, Washington Heights, Manhattan New York
Today was very cold and windy. I came back to Bank of America at
171 St and Broadway. To get to this place I need to take three trains, number
5, 2 and 1. It is not easy to change platforms carrying a handcart but I am
willing to take any inconvenience to fulfill my protest. Today I did my protest
peaceful; nobody from the bank bothered me. I stayed until 6 pm time the
bank closes.
I met some unhappy customers from the bank that had expressed to
me their negative experiences. I was informed by people that support my protest
about places where I should go. One of the customers of Bank of America gave me
addresses of several offices with large numbers of Hispanic clientele.
PROTEST # 91…
A MANAGER FROM BANK OF AMERICA TOUCHED MY HEART! …COMPASSIONATE…PLEASANT
April 01, 2013
171 St and Broadway, Washington Heights, Manhattan New York
I was surprised when I saw a lady coming out from the bank. She
took her badge off and approached to me. In a very emotionally and polite way
this lady asked me to move to another corner to do my protest, she suggested
that I should go to the corporate offices and leave her office alone. She
identifies herself as the manager. I was impacted by her conversation.
She told me that being in front of her branch would hurt her job, her team
including her kids. I told her my protest is not against her, I just wanted to
promote my story and sell my book. I told her that I have no intention to talk
against bank’s products or suggest to people not doing business with the bank.
Repeatedly she had expressed to me the impact I was giving to her. When I
offered one of the flyers to see my web pages and know who I was she said her
assistant already have one.
When she told me that she was working hard to bring to the bank the
Hispanic community and the negative image that I was giving with my
protest ruin all her efforts, it touched me very much .She brought back
to me memories when I worked for the Bank with dedication and commitment.
I understood her concerns and admired her loyalty for the job. I believe that
Individual commitment to a group effort that is what makes a team, a company
and society work.
This manager is role model for any company’s management. She faces
the adversity without fear and creating confidence. She really is a leader and
Bank of America should be proud of her.
Minutes later she returned to me but this time very distressed.
She said: I am sorry…You can stay here…Esta bien. I asked her if
she had read my web pages and she reply Yes.
This act of
repentance made me feel more overwhelmed than it was
I met nice Spanish people from this community; they were inspired
by my courage to be exposing an unjust story. Two Hispanic men became my fans.
One of them was a long time with me; he helped me to handle out the flyers and
brought me a bottle of juice. The other offered me food. Around 3 pm he warned
me that the Bank had brought a detective and a security guard to watch me. He was worry for me and passed many times by my side to check how
I was. I told him not to worry because my protest is clean and pacific and I am
not dangerous to anyone. I know the rules about protesting. Someone took
pictures of me to post in his facebook.
PROTEST#90…NEW
YORK WOWS ME! …LOT OF ACTION… EMOTIONS …IMPRESSIONS… AND LUCK!
March 29, 2013
GOOD FRIDAY, it is a celebration of Life over Death. For me is Death over
Life. These thoughts made me leave home in a state of depression and sadness.
Although the day was bright and splendid, within my soul was dark and cloudy.
Mi sunglasses were like an umbrella to cover the tears watering my eyes.
Feeling like I was guided by a spiritual light, I came back to
Broadway and Cedar St. I was glad to see a person who works within the area. I
met him the first day I came to protest to this business district. He helped me
to organize my handcart; he gave a granola bar to have something to eat. Every
time he passes by me he lifts his thumb up to support my protest. I tried not
to talk too much to people to avoid blocking the busy sidewalk, if they
approach to me I handout a flyer. Today a police officer stopped by me to ask
about my protest; he has curiosity to know my story.
At 4pm I heard a voice behind me saying: I am with you. Then,
in front of me was a lady talking with great passion. She identifies herself as
a member of the organization named Occupy Wall Street. This group started on
September 17, 2011 during a protest movement occurred in Zuccotti Park, New
York City’s Wall Street. I was amazed by her brave spirit supporting
protesters. She had informed me of several out coming events where I can expose
my protest and promote my book.
I ended up joining her husband and a friend that were doing a
public presentation. Her husband was playing guitar and this called the
attention of the street walkers. We have nice time, I really enjoyed them. They
made my day.
PROTEST # 89 …
MY HOLY WEEK, NEAR TO THE DEVIL AND FARAWAY FROM MY PRAYERS
March 28, 2013
Bank of America Broadway and Cedar St
I come back to Bank of America at Broadway and Cedar St.. I
misunderstood the name of the area of my protest. I thought it has the name of
the train stop which is “Wall Street”. Someone told me that there is a Bank of
America at Wall Street which is close to the one in Broadway. Coming to this
office is very easy, no changing trains, not too many stairs. I enjoy seeing
business and tourist people walking by my side.
THE HOLY GHOST IS WORKING THROUGH ME ON THIS HOLY TIME AND I AM
JUST A LOST FOLLOWER.
PROTEST# 88
... AMAZING…CROWDED…PACIFIC …ANNOUNCING
THE BOOK LISTING ON AMAZON.COM.
March 27, 2013
Wall Street…Broadway and Cedar St
Following recommendations from people of previous protests, today
I went to Wall Street. My long trip from the north of the Bronx to downtown
Manhattan was pleasant. I just took one train straight to Wall St. I started my
protest being inside the train. My new look to expose my presentation was
effective to call people’s attention. I made my handcart all in one use. Inside
I put my costume, a carry on poster, a chair, personal items, flyers and two
shelves. I decorated my cart with the name of my web pages this way people can
read it easily.
As soon I arrived to this big and fancy building of Bank of
America, the security guard informed the bank about my protest. One hour later
he approached to me saying:” I saw you have a vendor license, you are not
allowed to sell books on the street where Bank of America is but I let you stay
because you are pacific”. “He
was friendly and talked to me nice. Later on I gave him one of my flyers
to let him know who I was. We stay in front of each other until 6 pm time the
bank close for business.
WISDOM COMES ALONG THROUGH SUFFERING.
PROTEST #
87…ENDING AT THE HOSPITAL…CHOOSING THE BOOKS OVER A WARM NIGHT…
February
06, 2013
69
St. and Broadway Manhattan New York
Today
I am picking up the pieces of my devastated life to write this blog.
Everyone
thinks that homeless is about not having any accommodation to go, it is also
the pain of being alone and struggling against anguish. I started this protest
at 12 noon. I stayed at the corner of Bank of America facing a crowded train
station. Despite of a cold day people stopped by me to read my
poster. Some of them expressed their bad experiences with the bank.
The
security guard stayed all the time in front of me. He did not say anything,
several times he went into the lobby to talk to the employees who were
observing me. Around 4:00 pm I was too cold and tired. I haven’t sleep or
eating for two days. I sat down on the books. At 7:00 pm I tried to
stand up but I couldn't. I felt dizzy knocking myself down to the floor.
My legs were hurting me, I couldn't move them. Someone called the
ambulance. I refused to go the hospital but they asked me to have medical attention.
Not having medical insurance worried me. The doctors found high blood pressure
on me.
I
identified myself as a homeless person; the hospital provided me with some
women’s shelters. I went to one located at the east of Manhattan. I get there
around 11:00 pm. I was astonished when two men welcomed me in an unfriendly
manner. Inside the shelter were a group of men watching TV and
behind me two drunken men were waiting to be attended. I was asked to leave the
books and the poster on the street. I refused to accept it; the books are the
compliment of the miserable life I am living. I rather stay outside under low
temperatures than throw out the books. I went back to the cold storage and
spend the night there.
The
night before, I was traveling inside a train, going around without any
direction or specific place to go. It’s easier to get on the subway and not be
bother. I met some homeless. I just wondered how did this happen to
them. Seeing others homeless make me realize that I am
fortunate having the books that I can sell and a story to tell. The small
storage I rented had no living conditions it was a very cold and humidity place
but I felt safer there than the street. By
5:00 am I could not fall as sleep, I decided to take the elevator and have a
ride between the floors. I was excited when I found a bathroom with heat. I
just sit down on the floor to write down everything that comes into my head.
WHERE JUSTICE IS DENIED,
WHERE POVERTY IS ENFORCED NEITHER PEOPLE NOR PROPERTY WILL BE SAFE.
PROTEST # 86…A
COURTHOUSE …A PLACE OF HOPE
November 28, 2012
24-10 Jackson Ave Long Island City, New York
After a few hours I decided to finish my protest in the Park of
the Supreme Court of the State of New York located near the Bank. I sat in one
of the public chairs and a barrage of memories ran my thoughts. By my side passed many Executive people, I guessed were lawyers,
judges and litigants. Being near a court made me to live the time I spent
looking for Justice in New Jersey Court. It depressed me to think that every
step I take toward my goal of finding justice require much sacrifice, suffering
and effort. I am tolerating low temperatures and strong winds being outside
just to show the world how the justice left me after being discriminated.
Leaving a court without justice has been for me the death of my human dignity.
DESPITE MY FRUSTRATION I BELIEVE IN JUSTICE, MAYBE NOT IN THIS
LIFE BUT THERE HAS TO BE JUSTICE.
PROTEST#85...UNEXPECTED
INCIDENTS
November 24, 2012
45-26 Greenpoint Ave,
Sunnyside New York
Today was a very windy Saturday with winds of 23 mph
The temperature was 43 but it feels like 36 degrees. Today I returned to
Sunnyside. In the morning I saw two bank employees observing me through the
glasses. The next door worker had informed me that one of the ladies was the
manager of the bank. Finally they understood my peacefully protests and I was
left me alone.
My protest was calm but the weather was violent.
One of the incidents that put to work some of my visitors was when
a young woman spills out a great amount of detergent on the floor and part of
my poster. The wind and cold not allowed her to hold the bottle while she was
reading my poster. People who were present helped me to clean up the mess. This
girl feeling embarrassed for the happening repeatedly asked me for forgiveness.
I told her not to worry about.
Another incident occurred when some flyers escaped from my hands.
The wind pushed them very nearly to the building of the Bank. I could pick up
almost all but one of them got stuck by the bank door. When a customer came out
the flyer went inside to the lobby. I did not have intentions that this
happened but
If one of the employees had picked it up I was not worry about. My
protests are not a secret either my web pages.
PROTEST # 84
…MY BLACK FRIDAY! POLICE BY ME... HUMILIATION
November 23, 2012
45-26 Greenpoint Ave, Sunnyside New York
At the time that I put my poster by the side walk in front of the
next store of the bank, the security guard from the bank approached to me. His
nasty attitude had surprised me. He was coming to close to me, and repeatedly
asked to move out from the sight of the bank and threatened me with calling the
police. We went into a heated argue. This guard was so close to me that I
thought he would use force to push me out from the side walk. I was attempted
to call the police but he did it while talking to me. Finally he left me alone
and went to the door to talk to a bank employee. He spent long time talking in
his cell phone while watching me.
A few minutes later the police had arrived. Two officers got out
of the car and went straight to the security guard. They were talking and
looking at me all the time. Some people who were watching the event stopped by
me to give their support and buy my book. The police did not say anything to
me; they not even came close to ask what I was doing. The bank employees spent the
day hiding behind glasses just to watch me.
I stay in front of the bank the whole day until six in the evening
that one of the employees closed the door. I met an employee of Bank of America
that was inspired by my protest. He suggested that I should document all the
incidents happened during the day. He did not approve the threatening attitude
of the guardian.
Today the employees of the Bank decided to play cat and mouse. The
cats locked in a comfortable place were showing their power. They took turns to
harass and look with disdain at a little mouse living miserable life in the
street.
WHILE MY PROTESTS ARE HARASSED BY THE OFFICE WHERE I GO, I WILL BE
BACK TO PROTEST AGAIN. I WILL BE PART OF THEIR TEAM WORK UNTIL NOBODY STALKS ME.
PROTEST # 83
November 20,
2012
31-81 Steinway St. Astoria New York
I
feel blessed to find people who take care of me. Today an elderly lady
concerned about my health insisted me to stop my protest and go home. She brought me a tea to
take it before going to bed. I didn't have any special
event. I hand over the flyers and I decided to take care of myself, so I
can continue with this miserable life that Bank of America forced me to live.
PROTEST#82… MY
NEW FLYERS...HOLIDAY SPIRIT
November 19, 2012
31-81 Steinway St.
Astoria New York
Thinking of the holidays approaching I decided to make new flyers
with a touch of the festivities for the end of the year. They have literature in English and
Spanish. I decorated them with a Christmas tree that represents the holidays
and a snow man symbol of winter.
PROTEST#
81
November 16, 2012
10726 Continental Ave
Forest Hills, New York
Today I returned to Forest Hills. My protest was totally different from
the previous day. It was less stressful. The Security Guard of Bank of America
understood my rights to be in front of the Bank and she had no reason to
annoy me. No employee of the Bank had approached to instigate me.
I met a college student. This girl was very interested to read my
poster. She was inspired by my story and asked me permission to take a picture
with her cellular. She was doing some social projects and wanted to present my
case to class. Although she had no Latino roots she was attracted by
the problems of discrimination that affects social classes when they are
minority. Her conversation was very interesting.
THANKS TO ALL THE
PEOPLE I'VE MET THROUGH MY PROTESTS AND HAVE GIVEN ME THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND
SUPPORT.
PROTEST
# 80…A VIOLATION OF FREEDOM…MESSAGE TO BANK OF AMERICA
November 15, 2012
10726 Continental Ave
Forest Hills, New York
Today I had an unpleasant protest at Forest Hills. When I started
to set my protest the security guard of the Bank was surprised to see me. She
immediately called the Bank management to report my presence. They spent long
time talking on the phone while the Guard stared at me every single minute.
They acted like I was a dumb that I could not understand what they were doing.
Later on two Hispanic men approached me. When we started a
conversation the guardian came very secretly and approached them from behind.
In a low voice she had prohibited them to speak to me. These men feeling
intimidated by the guardian decided to run away from me, but before they
confirmed me the guardian had given them the order not to talk to me. Feeling that this was a violation of
freedom of the men, immediately I asked her the reason for her decision. She
refused to talk to me. This ridiculous action broke my day.
Later on the guardian
noticed that more Spanish people had stopped by me. Having a feeling that I was
telling to the new Spanish visitors what happened with the previous one
she started talking to me from the bank door. She states she had told previous
visitors that something was coming out from their back pockets. This lie and
her ridiculous statement had made me feel worse. Today Bank of America Security
Guard plays the role of detective instead doing her job. It was as much her
surveillance that I think she had learned my poster by memory
BANK OF AMERICA IF YOU ARE
FOLLOWING ME AT ANY OF MY WEB PAGES PLEASE READ THIS MESSAGE:
Please do not harass my protests.
Do not use your security guard to
monitor every minute that I am in front of your door. I don’t carry any weapon. I have no
intention to harm any of you or break your property.
Do not hide behind the glasses to take
photos. You can come to me and you are welcome to take as much pictures you
want to. I show you my face; I expect the same from you.
It is enough the emotional damages that
you caused me. I want to let you know that only my death would end these
protests. My desire is to have a bit of life to tell the world my story.
PROTEST
# 79
November 14, 2012
.241-42
South Conduit Av Rosedale, NY
Today my protest went quiet. I passed by the town of Rosedale and
I saw a Bank of America located by the corner of a main road and decided to make my protest
there. The area was not too busy, not many retail stores or street walkers. I
did not find any Spanish speaking person. The community was most African
American people.
A few minutes after starting my protest, a lady from the Bank came
out to talk to me. She had
an intimidated attitude when approaching to my poster. In an irritated voice
she asked: “What is this!” I answered: This is a protest against
Bank of America and I am selling my story. You are welcome to the Ghost of Bank
of America. She gave a dirty look to my poster. I asked: Are you the manager?
She responded “Yes” while walking away.
PROTEST#
78 ...VETERAN'S DAY FOR YOU SON
November 12, 2012
10726 Continental Ave
Forest Hills, New York
I am so grateful to
be able to do my protest # 78.After a two-week barrage of storms, including
Super storm Sandy. Although today was a holiday for the Bank I took
advantage of the good weather and went to protest to one of Bank of America’s
offices. Barely started the day I was recognized by a follower of a previous
protest. He made my day with his words of support. I sat by a bus stop
and train station, next to a food booth. People who were buying lunch had read
my poster while they waited to be served. I heard some
complaints about Bank of America services. Sometimes people inspired by my
protest take the opportunity to tell their negative experiences with the Bank.
I just hear them without saying anything.
VETERAN'S DAY...A
SPECIAL THANK YOU TO MY SON THE AIIR MAN WHO IS SERVING IN JAPAN.
THANK YOU FOR DEFENDING OUR COUNTRY AND PROTECT OUR FREEDOMS.
PROTEST#
77...The gift of a smile
October 27, 2012
Junction
Blvd con Roosevelt Jackson Heights, New York
PROTEST
# 76...One of the most thankful
October 26, 2012
74 Street and Roosevelt
Jackson Heights, New York
Today I had a very exciting day. I found people who cared
about my health. Some customers of the restaurant offered me food. A young girl
brought me a plate of rice with chicken and pasta. She insisted me to take it and
eat at home. Two young
students gave me a sandwich of cheese and Ham with a cake. At the end of the
day a Dominican Lady shared with me her dinner. She wanted to make sure I would
eat and waited for me to finish the protest. They brought me soda and water.
Unfortunately during my protests I am not hunger or thirsty. When I get home I
eat a little of food. I end
the day very exhausted physically and mentally, I just have some strength to
write on this page my daily experience
PROTEST
# 75
October 25, 2012
74 Street and Roosevelt Jackson
Heights, New York
Today I was impressed for the generosity of the people I met
in Jackson Heights. I protested by the corner of 75 Street and Roosevelt
in front of a Colombian restaurant. Crossing the street was a bus station as
well the train. Inside of the building was located the office of Bank of
America. A businessman had
giving me a Metro card to go inside the station and let the bank know mi
protest.
PROTEST
# 74
October 18, 2012
Bank of America
37-41 82nd Street Jackson Heights, New York
Today I had my first reader who excited came to me to inform that he had
read my book and it had touched his heart. He could not find words to express
his feelings. He just said to me: You are a “BERRACA”. This is an expression of
courage much used by Colombian people. His visit made my day. It was the first
person to return to me only to recognize the efforts that I have made to
survive the story.
The day was quiet. I had the
visit of an employee of the Bank that approached to read my poster. He did not make
any comment. People continue directing me to make the protests and the sale of
the book more productive. Some of my followers liked to see me without mask. Every day that passes in this new
life that Bank of America forced me to have I feel that I live in 3 places. My
belongings in storage, my body rests in a room and my soul survives in the
streets.
PROTEST # 73
October 17,
2012
Bank of America 37-41 82nd Street Jackson
Heights, New York
Today I returned to 82nd
Street in Jackson Heights. Some people asked me to come back because they
wanted to buy my book. Effectively they came. Around noon time many people
stopped by me to read my poster. Suddenly two police officers came from behind
me. They asked what I was doing. Inside the Bank were two employees laughing
while the police was talking to me. They enjoyed watching me being surprised by
the officers. One of them looked my books and wondered if I was selling them.
My answer was affirmative and they immediately asked for Vendor license. I had
the pleasure of showing my license issued by the State of New York. They let me
continue my protest but asked that I take off the mask I was wearing as part of
the costume.
PROTEST#
72
October
16, 2012
Bank
of America 37-41 82nd Street Jackson Heights, New York
Today October 16, 2012 I returned to my protests against Bank of
America. I thought that my protest # 71 of
December 4, 2010 was going to
be the last, but lawyers and the Bank forced me to continue protesting in the
streets for the rest of my life. Today my protest was very peaceful, I found
generous people who gave me their support. A young girl gave me the money to
pay the parking meter. (One dollar per hour) I
was protesting from 10 am to 6 pm. It was a very windy day and was hard for me
to hold the poster. My book was admired by the public; some promised me buy it
when I come back to the 82nd Street.
