VENI, Sanctificator omnipotens aeterne Deus: et bene dic hoc sacrificium tuo sancto nomini praeparatum.
Per intercessionem beati Michaelis Archangeli, stantis a dextris altaris incensi, et omnium electorum suorum, incensum istud dignetur Dominus bene dicere, et in doorem suavitatis accipere. Per Christum Dominum nostrum.
AMEN
Incensum istud a te benedictum, ascendat ad te, Domine: et descendat super nos misericordia tua.
Dirigatur, Domine, oration mea, sicut incensum, in conspectu tuo: elevatio manuum mearum sacrificium vespertinum. Pone, Domine custiodiam ori meo, et ostium circumstantiae labiis meis: ut non declinet cor meum in verba malitiae, ad excusandas excusationes in peccatis.
Accendat innobis Dominus ignem sui amoris, et flammam aeternae caritatis.
AMEN
WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHAT, ASK ME?
MY ADVENTURES ACROSS AMERICA -
Oh, what a life it has been, over the years, I have met some remarkably interesting people here and there in my course of life, my walkabout America & I have no shame, a few regrets & a few things I wish I had not been a part of, but who has time for regrets & shame to worry about. I have lived in several states over the years; I am 57 years old, that's a few years, and the people I have met that I so wish I could have told some things to, this crazy witness protection program, where it feels as if some of these people knew already, anyway. These would be people who purposely got to know me because they knew what I wasn't saying, telling, or talking about. Did they know about 1963 to 1972 & 1973/1974 etc., maybe and maybe not, some yes and some no most likely? Hah, well, oh, where to start? We will talk first about some of the regular life things, & some of the none regular life things as well.
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Born in New York, U.S.A., & proud of it, probably the only person in our nation to be born classified is how I word it, I am the youngest biological daughter of U.S. President John "Jack" F Kennedy, & adopted daughter of First Lady Jacqueline "Jackie" Bouvier-Kennedy (Onassis), by preplanned birth. They were pregnant with me when my father was assassinated. I was placed in a witness protection program at 3 days old, I believe it was actually due to SIDS, but back in those days, with all that was going on, it was questionable as to the cause & reason & uncertainty of if that was actually what was wrong, what had/did happen. I was placed in a home in Kentucky, and Wan** Ma* Mikel-Guffey Garner was my witness protection program foster guardian/mother.
I had visitations with my family, the "Kennedy's" & it was planned for me to be reunified with them the whole time. I was denied the right to go to Greece with them, by President Johnson, but still, visitations continued, and horrific things kept happening, due to breaches in security. It was always planned for me to be known, I am proud of being a Kennedy, & loved my parents. siblings, uncles, cousins, etc. very much.
(I was classified, then half declassified, and now fully declassified, that's about the easiest & best way to explain it all.) I choose to stay declassified fully in/with my identity.
(I was classified, then half declassified, and now fully declassified, that's about the easiest & best way to explain it all.) I choose to stay declassified fully in/with my identity. Like all else, we are all allotted a right to privacy, especially in certain categories/areas of our lives, and yet we are all also susceptible to areas of our lives being exposed. We don't get the choice sometimes, but none is subject to being violated so wrongly due to being E.I.T.'d over being a survivor of horrific events. Being a target/victim of such acts & the chance of survival is so thin, that all survivors of such things should be treated as such and learn together as a nation & grow from, individually & nationally, both areas of a fine line seeking justice & learning from.
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In 1974, guardian (WPPF), Wan** died of cancer, her husband Sam*** Br*** Garner became my guardian. I was wrongfully doctor-induced amnesia upon a stable me in Indianapolis, Indiana. That/this is when my PTSD began after this incident. Also after Wan**'s death, Br*** Garner that year got a live-in girlfriend named Cynt*** "Cin**" An* Pedigo-Randolph Fox-Garner-Kerr who was only 9 years older than me.
I lived in Kentucky as my main residence from age 3 days to 3 months, then in Indiana from age 3 months to age 13 1/2 years old. Moved back to Kentucky until a couple of months prior to my eighteenth birthday when I moved back to Indiana. Then moved to Texas, then California, and back to Kentucky. But I too got to stay/live as my 2nd home's some in New York, Massachuttes, Virginia, & Washington D.C., maybe a few more too?
I became 18 in 1982, and age 21 in 1984, etc. & still I wait patiently & humbly.
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After high school graduation for now, which was in the first part of May 1982, and then there was the senior class trip to New York and Washington D.C., then back to Kentucky, and I had my pictures developed I took, while on the trip, by Kodak at Rite-Aid, I packed them up and left them untouched, and stored away unseen by all, now about five years ago this last April, I got them out & some of them were stolen immediately, as were some other things, I have already talked about. There are two photos I wish they had not taken, as I had kept them private, they were at the U.S. Treasury mint. Nobody had the right to go thru those and help themselves to take, they were not sexual, or anything like that, they were taken inside the mint, that I had shown no one, it wasn't anyone's right to take them, or to make something out of them I had not used them for or about and no one else had either. They had not been used for anything, nor shown to anybody. They were of the money being made on the presses. I thought then for a while they were not to be taken, wasn't allowed supposedly, but true also was that Kodak & Rite Aid developed them, so if it had been illegal they would not have developed them, and all would have been known & charged then. But I truly would like to of kept them for keepsake reasons, but they were stolen, along with a letter belonging originally to witness protection program foster mother Wanda Mae Guffey, but her mother when she died, I inherited it, helping to explain some of the questions about my true birthrights & reasons things were done the way they were done. Although without the rest of my childhood memories that I have now been remembering, it sure only told one piece of the puzzle and definitely fit in differently than I or anyone else would have thought, but still an important piece to me telling witness protection program foster mother Wanda's part of the story correctly.
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In spring 1982, after my return, I went to the World's Fair in Tennessee that year, with Mr. Bill* Raines (Jr.), who lived in Missouri; and his father, Bil* Raines of Monticello, KY.; and his father's girlfriend, who lived in Tennessee. This. This is true. We walked & walked & looked over everything there was to see, it was large, so much activity. It's the only World's Fair I have ever been to, as an adult, I was still seventeen legally, but only a short bit shy of my eighteenth birthday.
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Let's go back to the beginning years of my life for a minute.
I have memories of life before the trauma of terrorists & the glory of Jesus & God.
In 1968, Uncle Robert insured me and had it all filed legally correct with the U.S. Supreme Court and the United Nations, and that is how it was to stay, how it was to be done, (reverse classification), and I was to be known, as soon as possible (and no later than the age of adulthood), all records, files, documents, bank accounts, and information was to be turned over to me with all legal information and publishing rights. One account/asset was a locked trust fund from my father, his brother, President John F Kennedy's will &, etc. I'm still waiting for my assets to be turned over to me, which is my individual property/assets.
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Don't forget now, that in 1974, at the age of 9 1/2, after witness protection program foster mother Wan**'s death, I were medically induced with amnesia of all before age seven, and if they had known about age seven and a half, I am sure they would have blanked me of that part as well. I was stable when Wan** died & her death did not make me unstable. I was dealing with her death simply fine, was coping extremely well. Why did they do that, to rob me, is what my answer is, and to keep robbing me from that point and time on, and forward on they have done and do still now, because of being a living victim-witness survivor, or because of heaven &/or knowing this whole time that I am a "Kennedy". President John "Jack" F Kennedy's youngest daughter, all because his will had paid out to me and was in a locked trust fund for me, and witness protection foster momma Wa- locked her estate into with me in 1973, including publishing rights, to keep all this from being able to be done wrongly & harmfully to me.
They had no right to take my right to know, to know of my true identity, my true finances, true facts of what had happened to me, my publishing right too, and oh my, my time with Jesus, God & heaven.
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Anyway, on with what I was talking about, "life". Back to the year 1982.
Before going to Texas, after high school graduation, I lived in Frankfort Indiana in June 1982+ and worked full time at a Christmas Factory making garland & wrapping/packaging the garland in the garland department, and then part-time at K-Mart stocking shelves and cashier, Ga*** Atkinson and I were together then, as a live-in boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
At end of 1982 or so, we moved to Texas, by hitchhiking there. In the year 1983, moved to the city of Arlington. I went to work at Jack-in-the-box in Arlington. My boss was a young Arab Prince here from a foreign country, attending college. That is what he told me, and he asked me to marry him, that would be true. I declined his offer. I told Ga** Atkinson about it, making him not too happy about the man being my boss, & I had to quit my job.
While living in Texas, I worked several places during that period, as a maid, & inside cleaning crew on newly constructed homes, a chicken fast food place cutting up chicken in a walk-in freezer; Jack-in-the-box as a cashier; Brady Photography as a receptionist; at Texas Twister bar as a beer bartender & server; Sierra Elite Country Club as the head waitress; Arlington Handicap Association as Assistant Manager, etc.
Right before moving to California at the end of the year of 1983, I was working four of these jobs at once, and I never partied or went to work under the influence. I stayed remarkably busy; I was a workaholic during that time, I wasn't on any type of government assistance programs, nor had I been. Just worked consistently all I could.
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IN 1983 after our breakup, WHILST STILL LIVING IN ARLINGTON, TEXAS, & neighbors to my friends Bill & Marlana from Liberty Kentucky, they asked me if I would drive one of their vehicles to Kentucky, they had two and needed to take one back to Liberty & Marlana didn't know how to drive, & then if I wanted they would take me to Monticello, Kentucky to visit or I could stay with them in Liberty till they got ready to return to Texas, so I did. I ended up staying two weeks with them in Liberty before going to Monticello.
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To get back to Texas, I took a bus from London Kentucky. While I was traveling on the bus back to Texas, the person I sat next to on that long ride was the NEPHEW OF THE FAMOUS COUNTRY SINGER "CONWAY TWITTY" & I think his mother may be a singer as well, his uncle CONWAY TWITTY was extremely well known, SUNG SOME REAL GOOD ONES WITH LORETTA LYNN AS WELL HE DID. THE NEPHEW, HE told me he didn't like to fly, so he would take the bus or other ground transportation. We gabbed the whole time we were traveling.
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WHEN I GOT BACK TO TEXAS, I ENDED UP THEN GOING TO THE "LOUISIANA DOWNS"
HORSE RACES, IN LOUISANA. I PLACED A BET - "WIN PLACE & SHOW" & ALMOST HIT THE EXACTO, IT WAS A PHOTO NOSE FINISH.
THE HORSES I PICKED FOR 1ST, 2ND, AND 3RD, ARE THE 3 THAT PLACED, ONLY I PICKED 1ST & 2ND CAME IN IN THE WRONG ORDER IN A PHOTO FINISH.
SO I CAME WITHIN A NOSE OF HITTING THE EXACTO BET FOR I THINK WAS A $30,000.00 PAYOUT. IT WAS THE ONLY RACE I BET ON THAT DAY, & I HAD NEVER BET ON HORSE RACING BEFORE. THE GENTLEMAN I WENT WITH, HE AND HIS FATHER SAT THERE & BET ALL DAY LONG. I SAT & STUDIED THE RACES, THE BETTING, THE ODDS, ETC.
WHEN I DID BET, I WAS SO ANXIOUS DURING THE RACE, AS I WATCHED, IT WAS SO EXCITING, & AT THE FINISH, I WAS JUMPING UP AND DOWN, ALL EXCITED, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING WAITING FOR THAT PHOTO FINISH RESULT TO BE TOLD. OH, SO CLOSE.
AND HERE I HAVE LIVED IN KENTUCKY & HAVEN'T MADE IT TO "THE KENTUCKY DERBY" YET. THAT WAS/IS THE ONLY TIME I HAVE BET ON A HORSE RACE. I WAS AN ADULT AND IT WAS/IS ENTERTAINMENT. GOOD CLEAN FUN.
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AFTER I GOT BACK, I WENT TO GILLY'S BAR & RODE THE MECHANICAL BULL, WHICH I HAD NEVDR DONE BEFORE. I STAYED ON FOR THREE MINUTES & THIRTY-SIX SECONDS RIDE.
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FROM 1983 TO 1989, I SPENT EVERY NEW YEARS CELEBRATION IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA DOING THE COUNTDOWN. PASSING & DRINKING THAT CHAMPAGNE & GAMBLING, PLAYING POKER & SLOTS MOSTLY, SOME 21, & ETC.
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In the last part of1983, I moved to California, to Alta Loma, and went to work as a cosmetician at the cosmetic sales department at Gemmel's Pharmacy and also took Revlon & Physician's Formula class/school.
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I signed a "Power of Attorney" to my IRS tax attorney in Redondo Beach, California, at the beginning of 1984, for him to handle my taxes with the IRS, and he continued to handle them going forward, the whole time I lived in California, 1983 to 1993.
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In mid-1984, I went to the dentist in Upland California, for removal of my wisdom teeth, I was employed at Gemmel's Pharmacy, it was prior to marrying To-. It was when I was EIT- serum-ed without my knowledge or consent to that part being done, and it is not anyone's right to sue me over the government doing this. I had no knowledge of it till memory flashes began in about 1987 of the dentist leaving the room and two men in suits coming in and beginning questioning. When they do that, it gives none the right to sue me or to help themselves to my life as they so desire to destroy me, that is vindictive and vendettas. I should have the right to sue for it is an invasion of my privacy without my knowledge & I am so a cooperative person to work with & understand. It was done against my civil rights, and my HIPPA rights, and human rights, and all my rights, and another thing, grandfather clauses do apply, for it to be "Reverse Classification" as like my Uncle Robert explained to the U.S. Supreme Court and the United Nations court, that it goes hand in hand. I have been being denied since then for/to an attorney regarding this and the times since then during some of my surgeries and other medical procedures.
(No one's privacy was/is violated more than mine, the man I am divorcing now (2022) & his family, the Hic**'s, I barely knew or ever saw back in high school years, & since truthfully (not enough to amount to a hill of beans) & still I am the one being denied & cheated & done unjustly).
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August 1984, I doubled over in my stomach and was rushed to the closest emergency room dept at the local hospital, nearest to Alta Loma, California. This is when a social worker was called my doctor and told To** and me that we needed to get married because his insurance with Union 669 fire sprinklers NASA would cover it and mine with Gemme's pharmacy would not. I still disagree with that.
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Then September 1, 1984, An***** "To**" Le* Ma**** -Ra**** -Colver & I got married, in Hesperia California, with his friend Ku** Jones as a witness. It was the first part of 1985 when he took me to the hospital in Los Angeles and left me to be admitted and operated on, I did not see him again till released from the hospital over a month later, only spoke with him on phone.
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In 1986 we moved to Phelan California, I signed a "Quit Claim Deed" to make me not liable for the loan against our home that my husband took out, they said it did not and would not take away from my part of the equity in the home.
I stayed at home at first, recuperating from surgeries with lots of doctor's appointments, traveling to and from Santa Monica, California to Dr. Ja- Marik of Tyler Medical Clinic on Willshire Blvd., he was my main doctor who oversaw all my stomach damage issues and female fertility & damage issues. Even though he was a fertility doctor for IVF, he was the lead surgeon in 1985's two surgeries, it was a team of world specialists, seven of them were called together and done those two surgeries. And 1985, after the first surgery, is when I started getting told that I could not sue, could not get a lawyer to take the cases, without Dr. Moss's records, and I still to this day have never received any monies for, on or about. It was straight "medical malpractice", and still is, for my appendix was found functioning and grown into my leg muscles of my right leg in the bend of my leg, the doctors removed it and so much more, it was an extremely serious surgery, where I had to be opened up again in 3 months to have plastic that was put around each organ and left removed after the time period, & I have been being denied the right to representation and court.
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IN 1986, I HUNG OUT WITH SOME PEOPLE AT A BAR ONE NIGHT WHILE BACK IN KENTUCKY VISITING. SOMEONE THAT NIGHT MICKEY'D MY DRINK WITH ECSTACY & IT WOULD BE 4 YEARS LATER BEFORE I KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT NIGHT, LIKE/SIMILAR TO A PTSD/AMNESIA EXPERIENCE. The memory/knowledge came to me in the last half of my pregnancy with my son, my firstborn.
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I SPENT FROM ABOUT THE YEARS OF 1986 TO 1991 BEING THE CREW PITT DISPATCHER FOR THE BAJA RACES, THAT RACED IN BAJA CALIFORNIA, OTHER PARTS OF CALIFORNIA, NEVADA, ARIZONA, & THE COUNTRY OF MEXICO. MY HUSBAND TO** WAS A PIT CREW MEMBER WHO WORKED ON THE VEHICLES WHEN THEY PULLED IN, ALONG WITH OUR GOOD FRIEND KEITH DENNIS.
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Then in 1987, I went to work at Jantz Jewelers in Victorville as a sales lady and an apprenticeship in gold-smithing/jeweler, making jewelry, (the job I was under the influence some during work hours, and it was with the owner/operator furnishing it and his permission as he did and was also under the influence). But prior to is when my witness protection foster brother made his request to me & my husband. He requested for To** & I a gift for his wedding to Re**** Guffey, he was marrying her despite the fact that he was facing murder charges with the death penalty hanging over his head, as that is what they were seeking, over him wrecking while intoxicated under the influence of alcohol and marijuana, this what showed up in his drug screen test at the hospital, and it is what he was on. He was drunk & driving & wrecked & killed four people, it was M.A.D.D. that pushed for the death penalty on him, and he was guilty, but he did not have intent to kill. This is where I do disagree with the M.A.D.D. on, people do wreck and kill under the influence, but it is not with intent, they look at it as if a person gets under the wheel intoxicated as intent, I do not see at it that way, the impairment is there, but TRUE intent to kill is not, this is my personal opinion on the topic. But the only one liable & responsible was Ron*** himself.
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I MET U.S. PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN, THIS WAS BEFORE THE FIRST OF MY MEMORY STARTED RETURNING, LETTING ME KNOW THAT U.S. PRESIDENT JOHN "JACK" F KENNEDY WAS MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER. I GOT TO SHAKE MR. REAGAN'S HAND ONE MORNING, AT A CONSTRUCTION SITE.
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I opened my own hobby business, with the money I made from working at Jantz Jewelers, "The Glass Lion", and I also used the money I made from that to start attending college, paid cash. I started attending at Victor Valley College, courses were "Computer Programing (ADA, BINARY, EPSIDIC) military computer languages, and Real Estate" 1987, 1988 & 1989. The goal I wanted was to be a member of the CIA, it was my plans, my "as they say" dream, although I don't pictorially dream when I sleep, when I say the word dream, it is in reference to plans, and goals.
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And in last half of 1989 (Phelan, CA.) I took time off, and did IVF twice, resulting in the second procedure producing a pregnancy that produced one child born in 1990, May.
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My husband Ton*'s friend Ron Yett & a buddy of his came up and spend the weekend with him, while I stayed in our bedroom, programming a home version of "Wheel of Fortune" on my computer.
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Next, I had a similar PTSD/Amnesia flashback/memory of something from back in 1986 that happened that I did not know had happened till then, 4years later, that when I was in Kentucky in March 1986 one night, someone had mickey'd my drink with ecstasy. Never did find out who did it, and I never brought it up to anyone but my husband at the time, Ton*. Our marriage fell apart not long afterward, a few months, then as of June 1990, we technically were not married anymore, although legally we still were till December 1992.
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BEFORE THE BIRTH OF OUR SON, IN MAY; MY FIRST HUSBAND TON* CAME IN LATE FROM WORK ONE EVENING, BUT HE HAD BEEN SPENDING JUST ABOUT EVERY NIGHT AT THE BAJA WORK GARAGE ACCORDING TO HIM, ANY WAY, HE CAME IN AND GAVE ME A BIG KISS AND THERE WAS A SEVERELY STRONG ODOR OF ANOTHER WOMAN IN HIS MOUTH, SO I TOLD HIM TO GO BRUSH HIS TEETH. WELL, HIS GARAGE NIGHT GIGS GOT EVEN MORE OFTEN AND HE WOULDN'T COME IN TILL TIME TO SHOWER TO GO TO WORK. SO I DIDN'T SEE MUCH OF HIM, I KNEW HE WAS FOOLING AROUND, AND HOPED HE WOULD BECOME RECOMMITTED TO OUR MARRIAGE. I FINALLY WENT INTO LABOR AND HE WAS SURPRISINGLY HOME IN BED ASLEEP THE NIGHT I WENT IN TO LABOR, I HAD BEGUN SLEEPING IN THE RECLINING CHAIR IN THE LIVING ROOM DUE TO DISCOMFORT, AND HE AND I BOTH KNEW IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO GO INTO LABOR. SO I AWOKE HIM WHEN MY WATER BROKE, AND HE TOOK ME TO THE HOSPITAL. THE DOCTORS ORDERED ME TO GO WALKING, SO HE AND I WALKED AROUND THE MALL FOR A WHILE AND TALKED, THEN BACK TO THE HOSPITAL, AND I HAD AN EPIDURAL, AND OUR SON WAS BORN. I HAD HIGH HOPES OF THINGS WORKING OUT BETWEEN US. AFTER RELEASE FROM THE HOSPITAL IT DIDN'T TAKE BUT A COUPLE OF WEEKS, TILL THINGS WERE BACK LIKE THEY WERE AND I KNEW HE WAS SEEING OTHER(S). SO I KNEW OUR MARRIAGE WAS NOT GOING TO SURVIVE, & IT WAS A PAINSTAKING REALITY TO FACE. OUR MARRIAGE WAS OVER BY 1990 AND EVEN THOUGH WE WERE STILL LEGALLY MARRIED, WE WERE ONLY TECHNICALLY MARRIED, IN THE SENSE THAT WE WERE PARENTS AND THAT WAS IT BASICALLY, AND ROOMMATES, CO-OWNING A HOME.
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Then went to work in 1990 (after June), at a truck stop /motel as a maid in Gila Bend, Arizona, when To** & I was separated, but then moved back to the house in California, because it was just as much my place as his, and I was having health issues as well, which grew, but I didn't know at the time what was going to happen, I was struggling with issues with my health, but I managed in the overall of it to dealt with it, living with it, I now know it is a type of PTSD.
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Then I went to work at McDonald's in Hesperia, California, as a breakfast cook but was let go because I was grabbing/picking up pans without an oven mitt on, that was hot and I was not feeling it, because of the combination of PTSD & life events intertwined causing a weird very long-lasting effect upon my body for some reason. That was something I had to pay close attention to for decades after that when it came to handling hot skillets/etc. to make myself put an oven mitt on even though I did not feel the heat/hot. I had to make sure that I picked up an oven mitt before handling anything hot because I could not feel my hands burning, & this continued for decades after. This all began in 1990 and 91. (Which I gave birth to my son in May 1990.) Now, this is one incident where a physical happening and a separate trauma seeing happening from decades earlier did so merge a few years later, all other times that is not the case with the other areas of my PTSD/amnesia/double amnesia combinations of.
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The year 1992:
I legally reinstated my true paternal last name of "Kennedy" with the government, & began using it, & will always keep it. It is who I am, I am his (President JFK's) youngest biological & so proud of him, I am proud of both of them, & of my siblings, & all other members of my "Kennedy" family.
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I answered my door one night to a knock, it was at the front door, no one ever knocked on the front door. I look thru the peephole, the light was out, but I could tell it was a man wearing a lawman uniform. I answered the door, saying "can I help you sir", as my eyes dropped to his badge to read the nameplate, to address him by his name. As I did he knocked me out by the butt end of his pistol with a serious blow to the back of the head. I awoke a hostage chained in a camper.
(Can you say "Nercardo damages", losing all memory of all talent, knowledge and education/etc. when kidnapped, tortured, raped, and left for dead in April 1992, dealing with an extremely severe head injury among other things, like back &, etc., the hurt, PAIN, and damages, severely irreparable consequences going forward, I had to watch out and be aware of/for?) I guess maybe I kept too much to myself, maybe because of fear & worry(ies). Anyway, I kept too much to myself for too long, so now I am talking, whilst remembering too.
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FALL 1992 -
I MET & HUNG OUT ONE WEEKEND WITH THE FAMOUS "EDDIE MONEY", HE TOOK ME BACK TO WHERE I HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED FROM.
I DID NOT KNOW AT THE TIME THAT HE WAS MARRIED & COME TO FIND OUT ALSO WITH KIDS.
I MET & HUNG OUT A WEEKEND WITH THE FAMOUS "EDDIE VAN HALEN", HE WAS SO INTOXICATED ONE NIGHT, THAT I HAD TO HELP HIM TO HIS BED. I DID KNOW THAT HE WAS MARRIED & NOTHING HAPPEN BETWEEN US; JUST FRIENDSHIP DRINKING & HANGING OUT.
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IN 1994, MANY MONTHS PRIOR TO GETTING PREGNANT WITH MY DAUGHTER (WHO WAS BORN IN FEB. 1995), EARLY IN 1994, prior to April first, I WENT OUT ON TWO DATES WITH MY WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM FOSTER STEP GUARDIAN'S BROTHER - Char*** R. Garn**, - AND ONE DATE IN THE FIRST PART OF 1995, PRIOR TO ME MEETING MR. Tr** CONSTABLE, who was from Maine.
SO THAT RUMOUR WOULD BE TRUE, BUT WE are not RELATED, IF... - WA*** MA* MI***-GU****-GARN** had been MY BIO SURROGATE MOTHER - IN ADDITION TO BEING MY WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM FOSTER MOTHER/GUARDIAN, then we would have been/be distant cousins, we were foster cousins in all actuality/legalities & every other way.
See Wan** & her husband Sam*** B. Garn** were distant cousins, but they married anyway, Sam*** Bru** Garn** was not my bio-father, President John F Kennedy is, & Wan** was my witness protection program foster mother/guardian.
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1995, MY DAUGHTER'S BIRTH IN FEBRUARY 1995 AT CLINTON COUNTY KY HOSPITAL, I WENT INTO LABOR THAT MORNING AND HAD TO CALL 9-1-1 AND AN ICE BLIZZARD STORM HAD HIT, I WAS TAKEN THERE AND TAKEN TO THE TRAUMA ROOM, AND WHEN DOCTOR TOLD NURSE TO GO GET SOME EPISIOTOMY SCISSORS, NURSE CAME BACK AND TOLD THERE WERE NO SCISSORS IN THE ENTIRE HOSPITAL. THE DIRECTOR OF THE HOSPITAL PACED BACK N FORTH IN FRONT OF THE TRAUMA ROOM DOOR THE ENTIRE TIME, I HAD TO RIP open, because THE CORD WAS AROUND BABIES NECK, AND SHE WAS COMING OUT SIDEWAYS, I RIPPED AND AFTER BIRTH WHILE THEY WERE CLEANING HER UP, THE DOCTOR SEWED ME, AND IT TOOK 700 STITCHES TO SEW UP RIPPING GIVING BIRTH TO HER, AND SHE WAS BORN WITH THE LAST NAME KENNEDY (MY TRUE LAST NAME), TILL WORKERS BEFORE DISCHARGE CHANGED HER NAME.
DNA testing was done a couple of years later, showing Gar* Mitc**** Hic** Sr. as her biological father, approximately the year 1997.
He called me in May 2004 & we began dating and married in August & he is now who I am divorcing; as a battered wife let me tell you that it is not the kind of marriage anybody needs to be in. Being used as a punching bag & being told who you can talk to and what you can say, and questioned "like by a drill Sargeant" if anyone has a conversation with you, it is no way to live. It is not love, it is not happiness, all deserve better than that. He & I have maintained individual financial checking, savings, etc. this whole marriage, my nonmarital assets are not his, his not mine, my intellectual is not his, and his not mine. I have never had him or given him permission to sign my name on anything, he has had asked & had me sign his name on a few minor things with him standing right there, just because he was being lazy. I am not & was not spoiled by him, he is a severely headstrong hardheaded man, with a temper anger aggression management problems. He should have appreciated & treated me better, I am not a punching bag, he had no right to do.
You know, Battered-wife-syndrome is a real thing/issue. I was an abused faithful wife. He admittedly told me he committed adultery.
ANYTHING ELSE, ASK ME?
WRITTEN BY:
DEBORAH KIM BOUVIER-KENNEDY
A.K.A.
GUFFEY, GARNER (ex-witness protection last names)
COLVER, HICKS (ex & soon-to-be-ex - marital last names)
G-, B-, C-, H-, K-
etc.
I am the biological & youngest daughter of U.S. President John "Jack" F. Kennedy
& the adopted daughter of U.S. First Lady Jacqueline "Jackie" L. Bouvier-Kennedy (Onassis). Sister to Caroline L. Bouvier-Kennedy Schlossberg & our deceased siblings.
09/28/21
My apologies for anything out of order in years-wise, I do plan to redo the entire page in order, when I get around to it.
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