Mothers Against Drunk Drivers changed the playscape of the eighties. Until they came along, nobody did much about drunk drivers who killed. Times haven’t changed all that much.
My research today has lead me down such an ugly spiral that a sick feeling is permeating throughout my being. Texting Victims are all alone. You will find a presence for Valetta Bradford on the internet and as far as I know she is the only one. I googled all kinds of key words to find others like her and other than a few articles written about each grisly crash there is nothing to find. Drivers who text are taking away loved ones leaving the survivors stunned and alone.
Once an anonymous parent sent over pictures of a son, a picture of the crash and the date and place of the crash and the only words that parent had to say about that was ‘Rest in Peace’. What words would ever bring this young man back? His story is at this link;
You may enjoy reading this article linked below about how prosecutors got jail time for Stephanie Kanoff of Wisconsin but not very much jail time, one year for murder, I mean vehicular homicide. She’s already out of jail. She was also sentenced to community service by talking about what she did but as far as I could tell none of her remarks have made it on the internet and that is pathetic because she committed her murder in 2010, served one year jail time, and the internet was well under way then. She should have used her time in jail to learn WordPress so she could carry out her sentence. Why is none of her community service available on line? Read this article to see how prosecutors caught her in the bold face lie she tried to use to cover up her murder;
And this is the best I could come up with and this is pretty pathetic on the whole of it. One comment in the article by prosecutors that truly made me sick was that their profession has a secret joke, “If you want to commit murder, use a car. You are sure to get away with it.” I don’t even feel bad about posting that on this website, because nobody reads this website so the public at large is safe. My articles do not get anyone’s attention. Nobody comments and the crickets are chirping away happily. No need to worry about me, I don’t own a car. Their secret is safe.
I can’t afford a car. See, I am a victim of a distracted driver. My special friend was going by the name of Amy Mansfield at the time. This was in the late eighties. She told the cops that she didn’t see that big red octagonal STOP sign at the corner of her employment at a church over on 8th Street where she was fleeing like a bat out of hell and she clipped the rear passenger end of my powder blue Bonneville and spun it around in a 180 degree turn that ended my carefree existence. Everyday since that day, I have had such pain with the four bulging discs in my neck that have disfigured me, clipped my wings, and I lost the job I had at the time and I never really reached my full potential in Corporate America because sometimes the pain is so bad, I can’t get out of bed.
Amy Mansfield never once offered to help me with my small children. Amy Mansfield’s attorney used my bi-racial marriage to persecute us. It was quite horrible. Immediately after I was desposed, my husband and I ran into the attorney that deposed us. We were in the Pharmaco store that is now an Academy store. I was pushing the cart and I turned the aisle corner and there she was. I was stunned. I wanted to lash out at her but instead I stood there with my mouth agape. My husband took me by the arm and we just left that store and we left her in peace. I do not believe in coincidence. I do not believe she was following us either. You should have seen the look on her face. It was clear to us that she was surprised to see us there. After the horrible things she said about us in our lawyers office and that stuffy old white attorney I had hired did nothing to stop her or shut her up at the deposition table. I later fired him and he fought me. He told me I couldn’t fire him. Then he tagged his fee to the next attorney, he still got paid and I didn’t know enough about the law then to stop him. I did not get paid, let me tell you that. My medical bills barely got paid and I walked away with $7K dollars. I still have that box of deposition papers covered with a thick layer of dust in my garage. I kept that box thinking that one day I would be strong enough to look at those depositions, but I have never been strong enough to take a peek at those depositions after over 25 years. I am better off forgetting about those papers and those lawyers, hers and mine, conspiring against me and Ray because back then, mixed couples were not generally accepted even though everyone, black or white, complimented us on our beautiful daughters. That was the weapon used against me, my marriage. My marriage was put on deposition. I still don’t know what this was all about, but I should change the name of that Lady down in Texas to that Crazy Lady down in Texas because just thinking about this again today makes me want to go out in the back forty and scream my fool head off. Lawyers make me crazy.
Today I hold a paralegal certificate and I completed several legal specialist courses of which I graduated with a 4.O GPA. I have been black balled from working in the legal field though because I turned on my attorney employer who was taking his 13 year old stepdaughter to the law office for nefarious purposes and when I exposed him, the other attorneys I worked for at that place turned on me instead of him. Paul Velte the Fourth was charged with 24 counts of aggravated sexual assault on a minor, his own stepdaugter and then after two years of watching this go through the courts a visiting judge acquitted each and every charge. You can find that story in the Angel page of this website. This all happened in 2009. Oh, I was so filled with hope that my second career would finally take off. Before that, I worked for AMD. There’s another worthless education I have under my belt. So, that’s a little about me.
And I come here and I write about what I find out and my expert opinion is that texting victims are quite alone. This is a large group of people because texting while driving does not just affect the victims of the crashes they cause, this affects the entire family of each victim and these family members are so wounded that they retreat into the shadows with their pain and try as you might, good luck finding one on the internet.
Except for Valetta Bradford. She stands alone. An army of one as a Spokeswoman against Distracted Driving with an emphasis on texting.
Here is a link to Valetta’s YouCaring.com page where you can donate on-line to get her down the road a little further;