"GILBERT NERCARDO" By: Debbie K Kennedy: True tragic event that happen to me, was n'92.....

April 1992

I still await for justice over this incident of crime that happened to me. I was held for at least 17 days or more chained in a camper, tortured with pure pain tactics, repeatedly raped & left for dead in high desert. He kidnapped me from my home at the time in Phelan California, & he disposed of my body in the desert of "Death Valley", I looked thru thousands of pictures but was not able to describe his face till December 2015, & then I identified him/ a ptsd moment, a rememberedmoment, finally his face popped out of my head as he was back in 1992 whilst i was at SaveALot parking lot in Monticello Ky right after grocery shopping there of him exactly as he was then. I still await his capture & to get to testify in court against him. I am a multiple-time federal living victim-witness survivor, but I choose to go back to using my true maiden last name of "(Pinchot-Bouvier-)Kennedy", and not witness protection program & other prior last names or combinations of.

I officially fully exited the witness protection program.

https://allpoetry.com/16266994 also located at/on "Nercardo" titled

The sixth time I was abducted was April 25, 1992, I did not arrive at the homeless shelter (where I was also attacked by a different man - assault), anyway did not arrive at homeless shelter till, the earliest date could have only been sometime in May of 1992, as I know for a fact that I was held captive in a camper for at LEAST 17 days (or more likely 3 wks), as I know I counted the sunrise 17 times, I was in extremely critical condition. The amount of torture and pure pain he infIicted on me was astronomical, as he had me chained by all fours up off ground with nothing under me whilst inducing torture to my body & raping me, also know that when he disposed of my body he was thinking I was dead, my breath was so faint, he didn't know I was still breathing, he disposed of my limp body, in The Death Valley Desert, where he dumped me wrapped in a blanket, 3 days before being found and taken to that homeless shelter & threw in a bed, and left lying there for many months, it was at least till the end of August 1992 before I was able to raise up/function any at all, and speak for the first time, by then my 27th birthday had passed by, it had come and gone. So believably rare for someone to survive such extreme trauma again, the amount of pain, suffering, hardships, and damage to my life, my future, my body, etc. was/is supremely astronomical.

I Deborah "Debbie" Kim Kennedy (Pinchot-Bouvier & wppf Guffey, Garner, Colver & Hicks), I hereby swear this to be the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God, the date the year of 1992, April 25th 1992. kidnapped a 6th time.

I, Debbie Kim Kennedy:

Again I say, I hereby swear this to be the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

The poem below is just, of course, lots of facts, pertaining to of. Above is basic (based on)testimony with more detail (& based on detail) below in the poem, of course, I would have to be put on the witness stand and swear and tell facts according to "exacts" as they happened and pertain to this.

When I originally wrote the poem, I was saying May, because it rhymed, & what I was doing when I was kidnapped that night was planning my son's 2nd birthday party. I had not actually looked at a calendar for the exact date April 25, 1992, that night, it was already dark. For no one feels like they get justice till they hear that guilty verdict said & that sentence passed, it also helps with closure. You don't have to chase me down & you/they didn't have to then either, I've been waiting for decades now, for justice.

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I also want to mention, that in April 1968 when I was abducted the first time, and my abductors killed Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and then kept me - 3 weeks - to be exact, - continued testimony, that I want to mention and bring up that one thing that was said. That they aim to kill the children of President John F Kennedy, Caroline, John Jr., and me (Janet/Debbie), and damn his nation. Uncle Bobby & I was together, it is who I was kidnapped from, we was visiting - Dr Martin Luther KingJr.

Which Nixon turned into a giant growing conspiracy against me starting in 1974, he so wronged, harmed me & unjustly set this whole thing in motion. Robbing me of so much, & of respect, love, care, etc, & set damaging my past, present and future over and over again, unjustly so, for anyone & everyone but me, none no right to do. Nobody wants to be heard extremely the wrong way, pumped the wrong way, used for all else's best interest but mine.

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The man to who I knew as Hispanic man known to me as "Gilbert Nercardo", in 1992 who kidnapped me on April 25, 1992, from my home where I lived at the time in Phelan, California.

"GILBERT NERCARDO"

Badge said "Gilbert Nercado" is the name

of the stalker who left me mentally lame

raped, beat, tortured & left for dead

22 yrs. later, still plays out in my head, all but his face,

never to be found or charge

To me, you will always be at large

were you hired to do that to me

or was I just the unlucky victim to be

17(+) days at least you kept me cuffed up

while I whimpered like a pup

pistol whipped to the head almost nonstop

you wearing the uniform of a cop

with the blows the force of a buffalo

I still suffer today with vertigo++++

unable to communicate for months although I tried,

just moans, groans, and grunts, & no one listening,;

Nercardo left me disabled

even more than I already was,

while you remain completely unlabeled;

in the Mojave desert, I lay & bled

t'is the story that was never read

my body with so very shallow breath

He thought he had put me to death

are there any more victims still residing

whom like me remained in hiding,

counting on my early childhood blanked

for your defense to hide the facts

Can I see him hung by a rope

it's the only way I can partially cope

robbed of all my life's potential

you help succeeded in me being nonessential

a psycho such as he

serial killer/terrorist & more, he must be

nevermore there shall I roam

Phelan, CA. was my home

wpp wife, mother, student, artist, I was, you see,

"Nercado" robbed me of all that I could be

whom did he do it for, the terrorists or watergate or?

date & time was April 25, 1992

see you know I am true

now that I do publicly tell

may god send you straight to hell

truly mentally insane, as you all are

I still suffer daily in pain

no one stayed by my side

that's when my life did more divide

and that's your design,

daily life has been a juggle

since then & before, I continue to struggle

and even more, since you arranged

may getting this off my chest

allow my mind to rest

his face finally come visible to me in 2015

I can identify him now 100%

Written By me, a federal living victim-survivor of this terror killer, poem I wrote is based on truth, my truth, as to what happened to me, the 6th time I was a hostage+, by a terrorists assassin

Deborah "Debbie" Kim Kennedy

RE-POSTING -12/09/2021

A.K.A.

Bouvier,

wpp Guffey, Garner

wpp Colver, Hicks

B-, G-, C-, H-, K-

https://allpoetry.com/Debbie_Kim_Kennedy

https://www.camelotkingdomusa.com/blog

debbiebouvierkennedy0@windstream.net

Debbiekimkennedy@gmail.com

Also, Gilbert Nercardo took my wedding ring off, I believe it was courriered to Osama Bin Laden.