After having to have been homeless with my three children, lived in a domestic violence shelter for months where bullying and fighting were prevalent, and lied on by my mother in search of a valid story to falsely accuse me of being a neglectful parent to Child Protective Services. I came to Mobile, Alabama, the place where I was born and raised, seeking yet another fresh start. I had been on various housing board waiting lists for years and even obtained much ridicule for not fitting the physical mold of what a person in need of help should look like. Currently, as a domestic violence survivor and advocate, my kids and I still wake up everyday looking into the eyes of this silent epidemic that millions like myself suffer as their harsh reality. We endure it silently, yes, and in my case for one reason... Embarrassment! But what is even more detrimental is being able to put on a game-face and a smile, then go out and endure it alone. March 18, 2013, I endured a rape that left me pregnant by a man named Jermayne Cunningham, which I later found out was not his last name at all. Yet another silent hurdle that I was forced to overcome with strength I did not have, for the sake of holding it together for my three other children. I have learned to trust no one. Aside from the rape, my abuser was a police officer and military personnel. A conniving man with the perfect smile and blood on his hands. Making it far easier to paint a psychotic picture of me as oppose to the real culprit. I gave birth in a lonely delivery room on Friday, December 6, 2013 at the USA Women and Children Hospital in Mobile, AL at 5:27 am to a beautiful baby girl Miss Eternitee Marshaee. On December 23, 2013, I put my three minor children, Desirea (15), Sky (11), and Isaac (8) Lett, on a plane from Mobile, AL to Orange County, California to attend their dad, David Letts, wedding. They were to return that Monday, January 6, 2014. Flight information Is always texted to me months in advance and often times I do not pay attention to the return details as closely as I should until I have safely boarded the kids onto their flight...Mistake number 1. They had flown out and back three other times prior throughout 2013 without any issues or problems, therefore, why would this be any different? Except when I finally pulled the text message up, the return flight information was not listed at the bottom of the message. It had been cropped or cut off. Over the course of their trip, I, as well as my oldest daughter, Desirea, urged David and his wife for the return flight information to no avail. Sunday, January 5, 2014, after spending both Christmas and New Years alone with my newborn, Eternitee, I decided to reach out to and surprise my dad John Henry Williams with a visit at Liberty Baptist Church only to be slapped with a surprise of my own. Not only did I see that he was heavily involved in witchcraft but I learned that John Williams, an affluent man with much community influence, was assisting my now ex-husband with an awful scheme to take my children away to live as a military family before David and his new wife, Destiny, move away to Missouri on a military base at what seemed to be the prime opportunity, Post-Partum. In a panic, I attempted to call my oldest daughter but was unable to reach either of the kids. Then I called David Lett who was able to promptly reach them utilizing a number that I did not have for them. Immediately David began yelling uncontrollably about being sick and tired of the kids moving around. Although highly suspicious as to why he was yelling such nonsense, my oldest and I asked that he calm down on several occasions but he refused. While in his rage, my three children ran away in a desperate attempt to get to what they considered safety...Davids sister, LaTish Lett, to put them on a plane home. Desirea managed to call me from a strangers cell phone at a nearby Starbucks in California asking that I contact her friend Robert here in Mobile to obtain her cell phone that would provide me with more contacts as well as a freshly charged battery as my battery was sitting at 3%, nearly dead. Due to past incidences, the only option I had now was to grab my baby girl and go underground like before as the only hope of ever seeing my children again, who were now thousands and thousands of miles away from their mothers protection. Still in a fear panic, especially behind what i just saw with John Williams, I obtained immediate assistance from Word of Life Community Church in Chickasaw; Which is where Robert (Desireas friend) attends church and took me after overhearing what I was going through, who then transported me to the Women and Children Center where I was able to bathe Eternitee and myself, rest, get a good meal (I was provided three cans of Similac), and obtain the protection and resources necessary to get my children back to me. My oldest called me back again to say they were safe and waiting on their Auntie Tish to pick them up. In the interim, David stated that there was an Amber Alert out for the kids. His police officer friends began harassing me with threats and false accusations. They stated that dogs, helicopters, and police cars had been dispatched out to look for the kids. And that if I knew anything of the kids whereabouts to just tell them so that they could call off the Alert. Not realizing an Amber Alert is for kidnapped children and not runaways, I went viral with my daughters contacts asking that they please help me get my children back. I urged that they use word of mouth because I was up against a corrupt Police Department and an abusive ex-husband looking for my kids. I had to start talking, that was my only recourse. Like my daughter, I know many people, but what I could not understand was, nor did I give it much thought because I was trying to enjoy the bonding time with Eternitee, people began to isolate themselves away from me. I even received random texts like I be praying for you or a call just making sure you havent done anything crazy. In a state of confusion, why would I do anything crazy?? However, I still did not pay that any attention, diapers needed to be changed and the stress level needed to be kept to a minimum as I was still healing from birth without any help. Needless to say, over a short period of time, during a time when people should have been saying congratulations, my phone went SILENT. Not one phone call! Long story short, the kids were able to board a returning plane only to be escorted off before the plane could depart. So after David finally caught up with the kids. He attempted to fight my oldest, Desirea, at the corner of Park and Mission in Pomona, California while I sat by helplessly from a distance unable to defend and protect my children, only able to listen. My son, Isaac was crying uncontrollably. Ironically, all of this was caught on the cameras that are at that corner. I did speak with the officers that arrived at the scene, who made an irate David Lett sit on the curb after coming at them with false custody papers stating that he was an officer and he knows his rights. The officers released the kids back with their auntie LaTish upon my verbal request since I was in fact the custodial parent. Spiritually and emotionally I gave up hope of ever seeing my babies again so I shutdown causing the Salvation Army Women and Children faculty to call the police so that I could obtain a medical evaluation since I was no longer responding. Instead of the ambulance taking me to my hospital, USA Women and Children, as requested, they transported a healthy Eternitee Marshaee and Sherilynn Lett to Mobile Infirmary Emergency room stating that they were the only hospital willing to admit me. The treatment I received in the Mobile Infirmary Emergency Room was far beneath that of a dog. Although I was calm and in total cooperation up until I was about to be injected with a needle, I was physically and verbally abused by the Mobile Infirmary Emergency Room Staff, then drugged. Prior to being drugged, less than 30 minutes of being there, a DHR worker, Mrs Essina Preston entered the room. They took Eternitee fed her a bottle that already had some form of liquid in it then added the Similac that I had with me in the diaper bag. They did all of this right in front of me. I began to ask why were they doing this and did anybody have a conscious. They all simply gave me a blank stare, others even a smirk while another worker stopped me from leaving the small area by blocking the entrance with a chair and his body. And I am fully capable of pointing them ALL out as there is absolutely nothing wrong with my mental state. I woke up on the fifth floor of the Mobile Infirmary Psychiatric Ward with a security code of 35 (meaning I could not be located by name) and where I spent the nearly seven days. January 7th through January 13. The medical report (that I cannot have access to) now states that I walked the streets of Mobile, AL in the cold during the early morning of January 7, 2014 with my newborn wrapped in a paper bag; and that I walked myself into the Mobile Infirmary Emergency Room. When in fact, I was strapped down to a stretcher and rolled into the Mobile Infirmary Emergency Room after leaving the Salvation Army Women and Children facility the morning of January 7, 2014. John Henry Williams was and is the sole individual in charge of and responsible for all documentation and decision making alongside of the Psychiatrist. John Williams came to Mobile Infirmary twice. Once, for 5 minutes, to tell me I was in a psychiatric facility and that I need to cooperate. And a second time on January 13, 2014 at 1:30 to pick me up after being discharged. He has since displaced my children and working actively to help award David custody. I have not seen Eternitee Marshaee since January 7, 2014, nor do I know of her whereabouts. I have attempted to call and talk to every person I know to speak with but eleven days later NO INFORMATION AND NO ETERNITEE!!!!!! I, Sherilynn Williams Lett received a general discharge from the Mobile Infirmary Psychiatric Ward on January 13, 2014 at 1:00 pm and no medical insurance to cover the incurred cost. I only have Family Planning that was to cover the cost of having my tubes tied after giving birth to Eternitee. Others that are actively involved but not limited to these individuals: Dr. Bayani Y. Abordo - Mobile Infirmary Psychiatric Facility The Mobile Infirmary Emergency Room Staff American Medical Response Ambulance Service Ms. Shawana Robins - DHR/CPS Investigator Ms. Shantel Abston - DHR Foster Care Worker Ms. Larissa Parrott Dickinson, LCSW - Mobile County Public School Social Worker Ms Kevlyn Trotter - Principal Ella Grant Elementary School Ms Freddie Langham - 2nd Grade Teacher Ella Grant Elementary School Ms Emley Woodyard - School Registrar Ella Grant Elementary School Ms. Mary Diane LaPlante Williams - Nurse Practitioner- Momcare- USA Women and Children This is a DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO GET MY STORY OUT SO THAT I CAN GET MY BABY GIRL ETERNITEE MARSHAEE BACK HOME WITH HER MOTHER AND SIBLINGS WHERE SHE BELONGS. IF THIS HEARTLESS SITUATION HAS OCCURRED WITH ME, I AM FOR CERTAIN THERE MUST BE COUNTLESS OTHERS WHO DO NOT DESERVE THE AWFUL TREATMENT OF OR TO BE INSIDE OF THE DARK, CLOSED- IN WALLS OF THE 5TH FLOOR OF THE MOBILE INFIRMARY PSYCHIATRIC WARD. I WILL CONTINUE TO TALK UNTIL SOMETHING IS DONE!!!!! Sherilynn Williams Lett
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 19:33:25 +0000
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