PROTEST#
250 …POLICE BY MY SIDE…THIS TIME BY CURIOSITY… COMPASSION…MIXED EMOTIONS
May 22, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a rainy day. This is like a plastic day for me; all my posters
were covered with plastic and drops of water. Suddenly I saw a police officer
walking toward me with a smile. I just asked the same question "What I
did wrong.”
The officer was curious for my posters; He told me that I have a lot to
read. I felt honesty on his words and this won my confidence. The picture I
have on my costume of my military son caught his attention. He asked me if my
son was in the Army. I replied he is a Sergeant of the Air Force based in
Japan. He finally said that I was not a problem for him.
About half an hour later the officer returned to me to ask how many
hours I stay in front of the bank. He seemed concerned about my miserable
appearance. I advised him not to talk to me. The bank security might call
his attention as they have done with other officers who have been kind to me.
This is one of the few occasions that an officer touches my heart. I was
worried about him.
PROTEST
# 249... A PROTEST ON MY WAY... TIMES SQUARE HEARS THE HISPANIC VOICE... ANOTHER
KILLER
May 21, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
My protest of today was peaceful as yesterday. My hands were
hurting me but I used my bottle of frozen water, and this helped me to soothe
the pain. Some of the events that caught my attention were not so important,
but I wrote them to fill up the pages of my unpublished book.
At the end of the day I was surprised to see a protest in a beautiful
area of Times Square, some people with Disney costumes were resting. My biggest
surprise was a poster showing the word KILLER. The leader of
this protest invited me to join the upcoming events and see the possibility to
show my cause.
PROTEST#
248... GRATEFUL DAY…NO HARASSMENT..PACIFIC… ONCE A YEAR POSTER
May 20, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a quiet day, miserable as hell but nobody bothered me. Even
the wind was benevolent, it was not strong. My hands hurt me much, were swollen
from last night when I was trapped inside an old elevator of the building where
I live. I tried to open the door on my own but this was impossible.
I lost the sense of living; my birthday locks me up in the shadow of
death.
PROTEST#
247... NEW POSTER…A LETTER WHICH I WILL SEND TO PEOPLE WHO CAN CLEAR MY CONCERNS.
May 19, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Every day that I do my protests always wish the police do not fill
out my blog with the same issue. This weekend I
made new posters. One of them is displaying my decision of not to move out from
the sidewalk of the Tower of Bank of America. I am taking the benefits of two
amendment of the US constitution: #
1 Freedom of Speech and # 5 the right not to respond if it is not required by a judge or
jury.
Feeling
a stormy psychological game between the police and the security of Bank of
America towards me, I decided to write a letter to people who care and protect
the well-being of the citizen. I am writing to you to express my frustration
caused by the New York Police along with Bank of America. In my web page www.bankofamericamykiller.com I display the injustice that has put
me in the streets and my desire to let the world knows my story.
I
am a woman 59 years old. Since 1987 I started working for United Jersey Bank
which now after several mergers is known as Bank
of America. I performed my
job as a teller exceptionally with awards, merits, recognition and
certifications throughout the years. Since 2004 I was abused by the bank
and victim of medical discrimination, tortured by the bank’s attorneys that
left me in the streets selling my story “FOUR YEARS OF A LIVING HELL AT BANK
OF AMERICA”. I went to court
for almost two years defending my case by myself. I was deceived by the bank
attorneys who made me lose my new job it in violation of an agreement made
before a judge not to contact my employment if I provide information where I
was working. The proof is in my post # 95
The
desperation took my best to create a ghost character, this way I can see life
and death appearing in a visible form. I made 71 protests in New Jersey. My
protest is to stand on the public sidewalk peacefully in front of the bank. I
do not speak very much my posters say it all. I stay 7 hours challenging the
weather, the cold to the point of freezing and the heat to dehydrate me. In
addition I have to tolerate medical conditions. On February 06, 2013 during my
protest #87 I was taken to the hospital for
hypothermia. That time I was homeless. On May 03, 2013 during protest # 109 I was harassed by an armed
security guard who involved other people that tried to protect me.
On
July 24, 2013 following the advice of some people
such as bank managers, police officers, and people who were sympathetic to my
cause I decided to come to the Tower of Bank of America. This was my
protest# 141. When I began
to visit the Tower, the security guard told me that I couldn't pass the marble
that limit the building, neither use the train station next to the Tower
because it was framed with crystals by the bank. I agreed with these
conditions. On September 17, 2013 during my protest # 178 Bank of America has labeled me as a
dangerous person. Police barriers were placed in front of me, then police
officers, security guards and Bank’s representatives were in close surveillance
with me. On September 20, 2013 during my protest# 181 a police officer tried to arrest me
because I did not move out to the other side of the street. I videotaped the
event.
On
November 25, 2013 in my post #222 I expressed my distress by having
been intimidated by a couple of police officers who shared a room in the same
house where I lived for almost a year. I was frightened when the police upset
exposed his weapon to me, I moved out. I still at the Bronx but I could not
find a decent place that I can afford.
On
April 25, 2014 during my protest #232 a policeman tried to prevent me from
been close to the bank. As soon he saw me, he began to wave his hands to force
me to leave. His body language seemed to be throwing out an animal approaching
to a restricted area. I didn't pay attention and he came to me saying
this day I couldn't stay in front of the bank and I have to go to the
other side of the street.
Through
my blogs I sent a message to the bank security. I asked them not to use the
police to harass me, not to force them to take away my "Freedom of Speech", I let them know that I do not
have any criminal record, I do not carry any weapon, and I don’t have
intentions to hurt anyone or destroy the property of the Bank.
On
May 14, 2014 during my protest #244 I was humiliated, disrespected,
intimidated and mockery by the police because I didn't move out to
the other side of the street.
At
the end of the day a new police informed me that I was trespassing bank
property. I was by a barrier of the public sidewalk. A bank security came to
tell me that the bank pays lot of money for the building and
I couldn't protest on their property. I alleged that this was a
public area but he insisted that it belong to the bank. He asked me to
move back a foot from the barrier. I am willing to take the risk of being close
to the edge of a trafficked road if they would leave me in peace.
On
May 15, 2014 during my protest #245 in less than 24 hours I had the police
asking me again why I don’t move out to the building at the other side of the
street. I kept myself away from the sidewalk complying with the bank orders and
still I being instigated. By this testimony, you can see the stormy
psychological game that police and Bank of America have towards me. I'd like to
know if this conduct is constitutional and if the instructions of not be
permitted by the public sidewalk are legal.
I
am a proud American Citizen, always exercising my rights as citizen. Waiting to
hear from you sincerely,
PROTEST# 246… THE BAD WEATHER SHUT DOWN MY DAY…TRAGEDY ON MY WAY
New York, May 16, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
In fear of bad weather in the afternoon I left home early. While riding
the train suddenly the operator reported that the line had been blocked since a
woman had been pushed in to the train tracks. This happened during the morning
congestion in the 5 line on Third Avenue and 149th Street station. I was at one
stop from the fatal event.
A pass to take a bus and other train was given to all passengers. While
we wait for those passes there were fights between people who wanted to get it
as soon as possible to not be late at work. My cart and posters make it
difficult to take a bus. I have no choice but walking two train
stops. Upon my arrival, the station was packed and people were upset because
only one line was working. When I took the second train I heard more fights
because of the grip of the people.After travelling six stops, another incident occurred with an older
woman. Everyone had to evacuate the train. The third train was another
nightmare. Finally the fourth train brought me to my destination. I arrived at
the bank at 10:45am.
The day was rainy, cloudy and overall too windy. My posters were
damaged and my hands were numb from holding them. The plastic that
covered my books the wind took it away. I could endure only 3 hours.
PROTEST#
245... POLICE BY MY SIDE IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS... A PICTURE SAYS MORE THAN WORDS
May 15, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
At 930 am I started my protest. I followed the instructions from the
police and bank security. I kept myself away from the public sidewalk that is
owned by the bank. Despite my comply with these orders 15 minutes later of my
arrival a policewoman came to ask me why I don’t move out across the
street. I replied to her question: because there is not bank
of America on that side. She asked what happened with the bank. I gave
her little information. I suggested that she should read my posters or review
my blogs. She walked away from me saying she would investigate.
I expected the policewoman to come back to me with her findings. At
10:26 am the man from the bank security who warns the police not be friendly
with me came out to speak to the officers on duty. At 11:38 am I observed
the policewoman looking web pages at her cell phone. I assumed that she was
doing her research and all was well because she did not return to me. At noon
time it was raining heavily. My umbrella from Td bank withstood the wind and
rain. The only thing worried me was getting wet by the cars behind me that
might splash water over my back. I ended my protest by 230pm to attend a
funeral services.
PROTEST
# 244… POLICE’S HUMILIATIONS! DISRESPECT! INTIMIDATION! MOCKERY! SARCASM! .. BANK OF AMERICA IS THE OWNER OF THE PUBLIC
SIDEWALK
May 14, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I have come to make my protest devastated by the death of one of
my friends. The security guard came up to greet me. We were talking about my
plans to attend the funeral and protest the same day when two policemen stood
in front of me. A policeman with attitude tells me:
“DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE HERE? MOVE TO THE OTHER SIDE OF
THE STREET”
My immediate response was that I won’t move out. He insisted but my
response was the same: NO. The policemen went inside the bank. Minutes later
they come back to me. The policeman told me:
“I AM NOT GOING TO PUT YOU IN JAIL. I WILL CALL AN AMBULANCE TO
TAKE YOU TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL”.
When I asked to the policeman not be sarcastic he mockery at me asking
to his coworkers if he had been sarcastic. Feeling humiliated by the policeman
I asked him to check out my web pages so he can see who I was. His answer was
he doesn’t have time for that. To continue bullying me he asked me twice:
“IF I CALL MY BOSS AND HE ASKS YOU TO MOVE OUT WOULD YOU DO IT? “
My answer was I will talk to your boss. To end the conversation he said:
“HAVE A NICE DAY.” I have no answer for him
A weird man was passing by the building talking loudly walking with
stunts to draw the attention of the people. The policemen had a meeting with
him, by their smile seemed they were having a nice conversation with the man. I
assumed that it was the person that the police must be sent to a psychiatric
hospital. .
The scene caught my attention and I decided to take a picture. When I
have my camera ready the policeman rose and waved his hands. I wondered if he
did it to greet someone in the distance or just to warn me that he was aware of
the photo. The meeting ended in shaking hands between the policeman and the
man.
Around 5 pm a new police came to inform me that I was trespassing the
property of the bank and I needed to move a foot back from the barrier where I
was. I told him that I was on a public sidewalk but insisted that the bank claims
that the sidewalk is their property. A man from bank security joined the
meeting, telling me that the Bank had paid lots of money for the building and I
could not protest on the property. I take the risk of being near the edge of a
busy road if they leave me alone. Sellers are allowed to be by the property of the bank, congesting the
sidewalk but I can’t have Freedom of Speech which is not
another thing that Freedom of Silence because I speak very
little I couldn't use public side.
At 6:30 pm a young employee of Bank of America touched my heart and put
me in tears. He told me that every time he sees me in front of the bank he
imagines that I could be his mother and it breaks his heart. Since last year,
he wished to express me his sympathy and consideration to my efforts to find
justice.
He spoke to me in a very spiritual way asking me to enjoy life and gave
me money donation. With great sadness I assured him my total acceptance to take
this miserable life that Bank America forced me to live. This doesn't mean I'm
crazy as assumed the police today.
PROTEST#
243…THE CITY WAS NOT AS NOISY AS YESTERDAY...
A SUNNY DAY….DARK IN MY HEART
May 13, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
People traveling on the same train that I take every day already know
me. Today a woman told me that she was a follower of my pages and liked to find
me on the train. Someone suggested to me that I should display large posters
because the ones that are on my cart are small. Others simply greet me.
With posters or without posters I feel that the world already identifies
me as a person having a dead soul still lives. Today, the death of the mother
of my longtime friend shook my heart. For a while I was inside the train
station trying to relieve my pain, suddenly I found a musician who gave me
comfort with his music.
PROTEST#
242… STUNNED BY AN ACCIDENT BETWEEN A POLICE CAR AND A TAXI…WITNESSED THE
COLLISION
May 12, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my protest had a quiet morning until noon time when a police car
collided with a taxi. When the accident occurred, I tried to take a picture but
my camera fell out of my hands. I was very shocked by the impact.
A police car was running towards East on 42nd Street with lights and
sirens as emergency signal. A taxi was traveling South on 6 Avenue, the taxi
driver trying to avoid the patrol attempted to pass by the side of the road too
fast. The police was blocked out and crashed into the taxi.
The officer was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, seemed that he
had suffered serious injuries. I hope he feels better and their wounds are not
so severe. It is sad that someone gets hurt while doing a job properly.
PROTEST#
241…ANOTHER UNPLEASANT DAY…THE RAIN MADE MY UMBRELLA UNIQUE……TD BANK MEMORIES
May 09, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my posters were covered by rain drops, but it could still read. My
eligibility in the lawsuit in Kansas against Bank of America has impacted me
greatly. I want the world to believe me, I did was discriminated and abused by
Bank of America and their lawyers. This bit of Justice confirms the truth of my
story. I hope that someday if someone has a case of discrimination can be heard
and have the luck that I didn't have.
I was proud of the umbrella that protected me from the rain. It is
priceless but has sentimental value. I won it with points and I got them
referring new customers to TD Bank. I still have more prizes which are the
trophies of my professional life.
The Empire State building was completely covered by fog. It seemed that
had disappeared from people’s view. Around 3pm appeared slightly, but then it
vanished again. This majestic skyscraper distracted me a little.
PROTEST
# 240 …NOTHING SPECIAL… JUST A CLOUDY, RAINY, COLD AND WINDY DAY
May 08, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I decided to do my protest despite of the bad weather. There is no
much difference between staying on the street or within the four walls where I
live now, my life is miserable in both places. Mist hid the
attractiveness of the Empire State building, seemed that its roof was
disappearing. Some tourists were amazed by the view.
Cloudy days fill me with melancholy, rainy days wash my tears, but none
of these days hurt my bones so much as cold days. Today I was very cold.
PROTEST
# 239... MUSICIANS BY MY SIDE... NEW POSTER SHOWING KANSAS LAWSUIT LETTER...
New York, May 07, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today due to problems in routes of trains I had to make changes to get
to the Tower of Bank of America. I started the day with music, in each train
and station I found musicians who made their living playing their
instruments. I was very inspired by these people to the point I lost my
bottle of water between changes of trains.
I was very thirsty, dying for a sip of water. At 3 pm I was
fortunate that my friend from the Tower stopped by me and gave me a bottle of
Sprite. The barriers of yesterday were still piled up beside the train station.
Some young people used them as a background for their photos. At the end of the
day it was cold, but I could endure 7 hours protesting.
PROTEST#
238…POLICE BY MY SIDE...UPON MY ARRIVAL TO THE TOWER AND THE END OF THE
DAY…BARRIERS ON MY SIGHT…
May 06, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today on my arrival at Bank of America’s Tower I was distracted watching
police barriers stacked beside the train station. The barriers remind me
protest #178 when the bank’s security used them to humiliate me. Suddenly, I
found a policeman standing in front of me. The officer greeted me twice but I
was speechless. When he started to read my poster I asked him if I had done
anything wrong. He said not at all. He was polite and I felt bad for my
attitude.
Later, I was glad to see a man using the barriers to exercise. His idea
seemed practical.
When I was ready to go home, I heard shouts of policemen who were trying
to capture a man. Before this event, I was shocked by an old man who fell into
the traffic. People immediately came to help him.
PROTEST#
237 A LITTLE BIT OF JUSTICE... A SETTLEMENT IN COURT PROVING I WAS DECEIVED BY
BANK OF AMERICA
May 5, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today during this protest, my attention was totally absorbed by a letter
I received from Bank of America in reference to a litigation of unpaid
wages to employees and former employees. My eligibility to this lawsuit proves
part of my testimony which I wrote in my book “FOUR YEARS OF A
LIVING HELL AT BANK OF AMERICA.
Lately I'm using my dying time to start writing my daily page. To free
my mind of stress and devastation that I live wrapped up, I take pictures of
things and people that somehow distract me. I would like to share with my
followers the letter that made my day.
THE ONLY TIME MOST PEOPLE THINK ABOUT INJUSTICE IS WHEN IT HAPPENS TO
THEM.
PROTEST#236
…JUST A WINDY DAY... MY SPOT OF PROTEST HAD POLICE BARRIERS...PEOPLE WITH NO
FEAR OF HEIGHTS
May 02, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today the Tower of Bank of America was in maintenance. The people who
clean the windows had impressed me. For a while, I got distracted seeing as
they descended as much height. The sidewalk had piled up police barriers.
Someone impatient for the waiting time left abandoned a food order. Two hours
later the barriers and the food were collected. I still have mental fatigue
from the day Mayday. Although I am not public speaking person
my throat was irritated and hurt much. The silence is my language, I think that
people remember most what they see than what they hear.
THERE ARE SILENCES WHICH SAY MUCH AND WORDS THAT SAY NOTHING.
PROTEST#
235…MAYDAY…INTERNATIONAL WORKER’S DAY… AMAZING…LOT OF PICTURES…SUPPORT…
New York, May 01, 2014
Finally the Mother Nature has given us a bright day to demonstrate
the world that we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are
divided.
Mayday is May 1, day in which the workers and the oppressed people show
to the world their feelings. This is the second time I participate, I found
friends I met last year. I was fascinated by a group of Mexican dancers; they
brought their rituals to give Mystic to the parade.
All the time my posters were attracted by photographers and journalists.
Some people gave me their support and asked me to continue my struggle for
justice. Others expressed to me their negative experiences with Bank of
America. Although the day was exhausting somehow I enjoyed it.
JUSTICE AND NOT CHARITY IS WHAT THE WORLD DEMANDS.
PROTEST
# 234.... I COULD NOT BEAT THE WEATHER...DISGUISED PEOPLE DRAW MY ATTENTION
April 29, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a cold, rainy and windy day. The bad weather allowed me
to protest just half a day. I barely could finish four hours, the wind broke my
umbrella and my clothes began to get wet fast.
I met a man with a look of homeless. He was interested in my case
with the bank. He told me that he had spent much time of his life working
with lawyers and knew something of laws. He expressed himself in legal terms
used in court. He took a photo of my poster. His conversation
caught my attention.
One of the guys who bring food orders gave me a free hamburger
from a wrong order. I felt grateful; not very often someone gives away a $15.00
meal.On my way home, inside the train I found two men dancing in costumes. I
was attracted by them. The art of costume and culture has always inspired me.
PROTEST
# 233... A POLICEMAN MADE ME HOLD THE BREATH FOR SECONDS BUT THEN HE BECAME ONE
OF MY POSTER READERS
April 28, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Having confrontations, being humiliated and harassed by the police, I'm
getting an overwhelming sense of paranoia. Today I was seating with my head
down trying to relieve the high doses of hatred that I received in my previous
protest when I was surprised by group of police officers who passed in front of
me with their dog.
Around 3 pm a police officer approached to me. My immediate
reaction was to ask him if he had done something wrong. The officer was looking
at my posters carefully. He told me everything was fine. I felt shocked
that he talks to me nicely since the bank security prevents them to express me
their sympathy. In the short time that this police officer was with me, I felt
a little bit of confidence and it gave me some peace of mind.
PROTEST#
232 …AGAIN POLICE CONFRONTATION…ANOTHER MISERABLE CUNNING FROM THE BANK
SECURITY
April 25, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
”GO TO THE OTHER SIDE
OF THE STREET”…”TODAY YOU CAN’T BE BY THE BANK BUILDING”
Today when I
approached to the Tower of Bank of America the policeman who was by the
building as soon he saw me started to wave his hands telling me I can’t stay by
the bank. His body language seemed that it was throwing out an animal coming to
a restricted area. I didn't pay attention to this unprofessional message and
decided to make my protest as usual. The officer approached to me laughing and asked
to move to the other side of the street because today I am not allowed to be
near the Bank.
When I asked to the
policeman if he was going to arrest me his response was to laugh. I informed
him that it was not the first time that I come to the Tower and the bank knew
my protests. I assured him I would not move from the sidewalk. The policeman looked
at the building and then to me with a smile. I decided not to talk to him
anymore. The officer returned to the door of the Bank. Seconds later the bank
representative came out but he looked unhappy when the policeman delivered my
message.
TO: BANK OF AMERICA'S
SECURITY
I would like to inform you that I don’t
carry any weapon with me; I have no intentions to hurt anyone or destroy the
property of the Tower. Please do not use the police to harass me, do not
force them to take away my “Freedom of Speech” I have no criminal
record, if you want to see how I spend the time since I emigrated to the United
States see my blog Bank of America professional life / resume.
The only way Bank of
America can rid of my protests is if I am in state of ashes.
BODY LANGUAGE CAN’T
SAVE YOU WHEN SOMEONE IS READING YOUR STRATEGY
PROTEST#
231…AFTER BEING A SUCCESSFUL BANK TELLER NOW A HUMAN VACUUM PICKING UP SCORN
AND MISERIES OF THE STREETS.
April 23, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a cold and windy day; it was not easy to hold my posters
with winds of 23 mph. The city was agitated and noisy by police’s cars
and ambulance attending emergencies. Around 3 p.m. suddenly, I saw one of my
friends lying on the ground with a dog on his body. For a moment I worried but
then I realized that he was giving an affectionate welcome to the dog. My
friend told me that the dog earns $28.00 dollars per hour and he was happy to
see him. Sometimes he brings to the dog chicken and carrot which it is his
favorite food.
On my way home I was captivated by a woman homeless and her dog.
Their sad and hopeless face touched my soul; I did not find much difference in
the expression of their eyes and mine. They were on a sidewalk across the
street from the Tower of Bank of America.
PROTEST#
230… BASIC MANNERS ARE IGNORED BY THE
EDUCATED AND BUSY PEOPLE…REMAIN SILENT IS A SIGNIFICANT IMPRESSION
April 22, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I started my protest at 10 am. Half an hour later 3
executives from the Tower of Bank of America were talking next to me. When they
ended their meeting one of them threw a cigarette butt close to where I was
seating. Since I am visiting the Tower of the Bank I have observed that this is
a habit of the employees. They know that maintenance people would pick it up. In
my opinion to see employees from a well-known business smoking around the
building and throwing pieces of cigarettes on the floor is like being at Disney
World and see Mickey Mouse smoking outside his Castle before a show.
Living on the streets allows me to fill the pages of my next book.
Every day I have stories to be written only in my book. Every day I go out
people is attracted by my posters. The information I show there describes my
miserable life. To empty mi mind and put these impressions on paper is another
exhausting job. Around 6 pm I was surprised by an employee of the Tower. When
he picks up his food order he was impressed by my poster. Immediately he
took a photo with his cell phone. This was the first time that I had seen it.
Although the end of the day was rainy my umbrella allowed me to protest 8 hours.
SOME PEOPLE MAKE HEADLINES WHILE OTHERS MAKE
HISTORY.
PROTEST # 229…STRATEGY CREATES RISKS AND IMPLIES TO BE DISCOVERED.
April 21, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a day of spring, a pleasant week start. The morning was calm and my protest was peaceful. My inspiration ran through my skin while the pain beat my bones. I just hoped that the day continue benevolent with me and be able to connect my mind with the world surrounding me. I met a very eloquent Cuban man. He impressed me with his broad knowledge of the life of world's leaders. His advanced age enabled him to live and know the full history of Cuba. He gave me a video tape of Fidel Castro; he said it was a book about his life. We had a long and interesting conversation.
PROTEST
# 228…NEW YORK EASTER PARADE…ANOTHER DARK DAY IN MY LIFE WHEN IT WAS BRIGHT AND
SUNNY
April 20, 2014
My holidays have not been more than a burial of memories. I don't have a
place to go but the streets where Bank of America condemned me to live. Today
my protest had the colors of the spring, people enjoyed the day. I stayed by
the office of Bank of America at Fifth Avenue. Tourists walked beside me; I
heard some of them translating my poster to others. Photographers were
attracted by my protest and they took many pictures.
I had a visitor that made my day and drew a smile on my face. A
Colombian woman was captivated by my flag and her dog by my look. The only
thing I asked for was a picture. A lady near me collapsed and an ambulance was
parked in front of the bank.
Although the day meant the resurrection of Jesus Christ the hell I am
living inside me was present to hasten my death.
THE WORST PART OF HOLDING THE MEMORIES IS NOT THE PAIN; IT IS THE
LONELINESS OF IT.
PROTEST#
227…GOOD FRIDAY…FEELINGS OF DEATH DRILLED MY MIND…I CHALLENGED THE COLD TO GET
A BIT OF LIFE...
April 18, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I am deeply sad for the death of my countryman the Novel
Prize in Literature Gabriel García Márquez. I never had the privilege to speak
with him personally, but I met him when I read his books. I have several of his
works and they are my treasure. As long his writing survives his ideas live and
his memory is eternal.
I would like to share with my followers a letter I received from a
journalist who helped me to promote my book “The American Dream. “ Her perception of my efforts to
bring this story to the world touched my heart.
“I am really glad that interviews have helped you, since I think
that journalism is not only to inform, but to also to help. I haven’t sent you
the newspaper because I was collecting the money. Enclosed find the check;
please do not deposit it until Friday since that day I will have the full
amount.
If anything I can be helpful, you know where to find me. I also hope that when you are as
famous as the writer whom I most admire Gabriel Garcia Marquez, grant me another interview.”
THE BOOKS MAKE THE WRITERS REMAIN ALIVE EVEN AFTER DEAD.
PROTEST#
226... PHYSICAL WEAKNESS VS. DEERMINED MIND…
April 14, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
After being at home for more than four months, living miserable and many
nights without sleep today I returned to face the devil named BANK OF AMERICA. This
was a stressful day for me; barely could I endure 8 hours in front of the
building of the bank. Talking to people I met last year who cared about me,
made my day.
These are two of my most notable impressions of the day: in the
afternoon two women from the bank stopped to read my poster. One of them
refused to accept one of my flyers; the other accepted it but later she
returned it to me saying: I don't need it; I'm a happy employee of
Bank of America. On my way home when I was entering to the train
station a woman in wheelchair hit my cart and fell it. A policewoman came to
help me get my stuff. Her kindness touched my heart and softened the
hardness of the day.
NUMBING THE PAIN FOR A WHILE WILL MAKE IT WORSE WHEN YOU FINALLY FEEL
IT.
POST#
225…A WARM RETURN TO THIS NIGHTMARE... VISITORS FROM THE COLOMBIAN CONSULATE
LIFTED MY SPIRIT
April 12, 2014
Colombian Consulate
I could finally go out to show the world the miserable life that
Bank of America forced me to live. People who visit the Colombian Consulate on
Saturday come from States close to New York and arrive early in the morning.
Today, I was eager to share with them. A lady impressed by my story told me
that she was working for a woman with high position in Bank of America. She was
upset for what the bank did to me. She bought the book and asked for English
literature to give it to people she knows from the Bank. Some people made
negative comments about the services of Bank of America. A lady bought my book
to give it to her daughter who runs a newspaper in North Carolina. I had an
extensive and pleasant conversation with a lady from Connecticut. She
wanted to read my book and then pass it to other people. She asked me to write
the dedication as follows: "For those who read this book"
THE GOALS ARE WORTHY OF SO MUCH EFFORT AS NEEDED
POST#
224... THE EVIL ACTIONS OF TWO NY POLICE OFFICERS KEPT ME FRIGHTENED…LIVING
TEMPORARY IN PUBLIC HOUSING (PROJECTS)…
December 10, 2013
Home 2 Bronx
Since I'm surviving the miserable life that Bank of America forced me to
live, I have had to share places where extreme caution is required.
See personal life
PROTEST#
223... ANOTHER MISERABLE COLD DAY…HELL AT HOME HELL IN THE STREETS…LOST IN
DEPRESSION
December 02, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Finally I could resume my protests. Today I felt cold but I could
stay five hours protesting. Last night I had no heating at home because
the spiteful cops with whom I share the house lowered the thermostat.
Today I could only make an appearance showing my posters to the
public. I cannot concentrate in this miserable life that Bank of America forced
me to live knowing that I have another hell at home. Moving out on this time of
the year is not easy, but I would rather to die in the streets that remain
inside a room fearing a drunken policeman.
POST #
222 … I WAS 3 FEET AWAY FROM AN ANGRY POLICE AND HIS GUN. SHARING THE HOUSE
WITH TWO COPS HAS BEEN ANOTHER NIGHMARE
November 25, 2013
Home 2 Bronx
As I have been writing on my blogs the miserable life that I'm living in
the streets, I have decided to share with my followers another hell that I live
at home.
PROTEST
# 221 MY ROAD GETS A LITTLE BUMPY...JUST ANOTHER COLD DAY...
November 21, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Due to internet connection's problems I wasn't able to publish this
protest the same day it was done. I spent the entire night waiting to resolve
the issues but it was unsuccessful. Today I wanted to stay longer than five
hours protesting, but low temperatures forced me to go home. I miss the
people who visit me after working; they regularly come after 5:00 pm. Today
is Friday, November 22. The rainy weather and medical conditions
prevented me to come out to face the miserable life that Bank of America forced
me to live.
PROTEST#
220...ANOTHER DAY WATCHING THE WORLD AROUND ME… A DISGUSTING CUSTOMER SERVICE
KILLS ETIQUETTE…
November 20, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was cold, but less windy than yesterday. The only way to keep my
protest going on is wearing lot of clothes. I felt my body motionless, without
flexibility and prisoner of my own costume but I was satisfied that I could
managed to stay five hours tolerating cold. One of the guys who deliver food to
the Tower caught my attention. He threw to a dirty concrete two large plates
containing caviar. He told me that his order had a value close to $400, 00. To
me it was disgusting that an expensive food was placed in a contaminated sidewalk
where people spitting and leaving trash.
I was impressed by the former Consul who I met on Monday. Today he
came to let me know that in two days finished reading my book The
American Dream. He said that the story had impacted him greatly. Now
he began to read the American Nightmare and is excited to know
how my dream was destroyed.Today I saw some men carrying a large sign,
advertising The World Trade Center. I thought it was very creative and took a
picture.
PROTEST#
219 ...TWO ADVICE TOUCHED MY HEART...HARD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG
November 19, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my protest lasted only four and a half hours. My body could
no longer tolerate low temperatures and wind. The former diplomat man I met
yesterday returned to buy my book. It was difficult for me to sign it, my
fingers were frozen and my hands hurt.
Two of my follower’s friends visited me. One of them was very
concerned when he saw me on the street under low temperatures. He holds my
hands and asked me to go home. The tone of his broken voice touched my heart
that I broke into tears. He was right to worry about my health, but only death
would overcome my determination to show the world my story. Painkillers are my
saviors.
The other person is a man who sees me as his hero. He admires me
for protesting and having the courage to fight against a powerful Corporation.
He always pushes my protests giving me strength not to leave them.
YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE: ONCE WHEN YOU ARE BORN AND ONCE WHEN YOU LOOK
DEATH IN THE FACE.
PROTEST
# 218 SEVEN HOURS BEATING STRONG WINDS... .A VISITOR IMPRESSED ME... SOMEONE ON
THE TRAIN BROUGHT ME SAD MEMORIES
November 18, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was very windy but pleasant day. I was glad that my poster
and I could handle the wind of 21 miles per hour. In the morning a woman
photographer who was visiting New York was attracted by my protest. She took
pictures to show to her friends in Vermont where she came from.
A man from Trinidad was inspired by my story. He gave words of
support; on several occasions suggested me not to leave my protests. He agreed
with me that the world must know the injustice I lived with the Bank.
A former Consul of Ecuador impressed me much. We were talking over
one hour. Although he was a man well educated in his country after losing
his diplomatic job lived a hell to make his home in the US. His children were
discriminated in the school but he could deal with the problems. Today he was
my inspiration and model of perseverance.
PROTEST#
217 THE WEATHER WAS BENEVOLENT WITH MY PROTEST AS WELL THE PEOPLE VISITING THE
COLOMBIAN CONSULATE
November 16, 2013
Colombian Consulate in New York
Today was a Consular Saturday at Consulate of Colombia. This is
one of the best places to protest against Bank of America. I can speak with
Colombian people and they listen carefully to my story. They are generous
supporting me by purchasing my book.
I met people leading Hispanic organizations. I was invited to
visit Port Chester to promote my book among the community. I was surprised by a
woman in wheelchair that I met at the Tower. She told me that she had read my
web pages and promoted them with her friends
I am very grateful to Mrs. Elsa G. Cifuentes General Consul of
Colombia in New York for her letter dated October 09, 2013. I thank especially
the information and advice provided to me. Her response and support to
this misery I'm living have been valuable to lift my spirit.
PROTEST#
216 ...AROUND THE TOWER ….AROUND MY PROTEST: PASSION, SADDENED, VENDORS AND LOT OF
STREET WALKERS
November 15, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my intentions to protest longer than 5 hours were ruined by
a food vendor. Around 3:15 pm a vendor started to sell hot food close to where
I was protesting. The grill produced a large amount of smoke that irritated my
eyes and gave a strong smell to my costume. No one from the tower was
concerned. It seemed that my protest contaminates the Tower more than
smoke.
People who earn their living dressing up as famous characters
expect a tip as payment for allowing taking photos. Today Elvis Presley was
disappointed when two young girls asked him for a photo and he didn't get pay
for. A couple showing their love caught my attention. An old man broke my heart
when approached me asking for a knife. He wanted to split a sandwich to share
with me. I could not please him because I don’t carry cutting utensils. Then he
asked with great curiosity why I have the picture of President Obama on my
costume. He was referring to the picture of my military son who found a
similarity.
PROTEST#
215... MIND VS.BODY… THE WEATHER IS RULING MY PROTESTS...THE WORLD IS MY JUDGE AND
GOD IS MY LAWYER…
November 14, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Every day when I wake up the first thing that comes to my mind is
going to face the devil, but my body prevents me to not be able to withstand
cold temperatures. Today it was cold and windy, at the end of five hours
protesting my hands were very hurt by holding the poster. At least my physical
pain is not visible as the symptoms of flu.
There is a person that always breaks my heart. This is the
military man that I met under a bridge. Today he was on the other side of the
street asking for charity, but nobody paid attention to him. People who passed
or stood by his side did not care. I felt very sad not being able to help him.
One of the boys that delivered food to the Tower also broke my
heart. He was waiting for a while for his customer to pick up the food.
Suddenly appears a woman with unpleasant attitude. She gives him $20.00 dollars
but the guy did not $3.00 in change. The woman walked away very upset leaving
the order.
PROTEST#
214... THE MARATHON OF MY LIFE…”MY LAST CRY OF HOPE” IS GOING AROUND THE WORLD
November 11, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was Veterans Day; the patriotic spirit was in the air, many
military in uniform were walking in the streets. As an illusion of my
nostalgia, I could feel my military son close to my protest, giving me a sad
look.
During the time I was sick my desire to let the world know my
story never vanished. My creativity grew out of my pain. Bank of America is
ignoring me. My years of service, and the efforts I made to strengthen their
power are worthless. They count on lawyers who know how to destroy who calls
for justice.
This miserable life that Bank of America forced me to live has put
me in a marathon that makes me run against my death and having the world as my
tracks. I started to send "MY
LAST CRY OF HOPE". I've
added to my poster flags from the world. Every country that responds me I
decorate with a star. I'll be persistent until the world knows my story. Brazil
gave me the first answer. “MUITO OBRIGADO.”
PROTEST
# 213... DEVASTATED... THIS FLU BECAME ANOTHER DEVIL TO CONFRONT--THE COUGH HAS
MADE MY LIFE MORE MISERABLE'S IS IT.
November 06, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
It has been difficult for me to be in front of people showing my
illness, some of them fleeing when they see me coughing, others just show me
mercy. Either of these reactions makes me feel falling apart. Being sick is the
worst for me and best for Bank of America. My body and my mind are not
connected, this flu is hitting me. Hardly, I was able to complete 6 hours
protesting. As a result of this miserable day, I can't put in words this
protest.
PROTEST#
212... PUSHING MY HEAD AND CART TO MAKE THIS MISERABLE DAY…FINALLY MEDICATIONS AND
POSTERS ON HAND
November 05, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I had to confront my medical condition and go to the street
where Bank of America had destined me to be. For a week I have been locked up
as in a prison with my head shackled between bars and feeling home as a grave.
Despite I went to the hospital by emergency and I was medicated with antibiotics
and pain killers a severe cough is ruining my throat. This nightmare
I am living hunts me wherever I am going. When the doctor asked me what kind of
job I am doing I responded: The
most miserable that a hopeless can do in the street…asking for justice.
At the end of the day I met a journalist from Australia, he was
attracted by my protest and wanted to spread it in his country. He took several
pictures of me. Someone put thoughts on my mind and still running
through my head. I was told: “as
your murderer is Bank of America, a powerful Corporation your death will not be
known, you'll never have justice and the world will be blind and dumb to you,
but if the killer is a disoriented person that kills you in a public area your
death will be famous, you will get justice and the world will see it and speak
out for you. If you are the murderer you are done.”
Today was Election Day; I made all my efforts to vote. I felt
exhausted and sick after 6 hours on the street. A small sticker made my day;
this was the first time that I vote in New York. My first attempt did not go
through.
THE FEAR OF DEATH FOLLOWS FROM THE FEAR OF LIFE.
POST # 211...A SEVERE FLU GOT ME IN BED AND MY POSTERS OFF THE
STREETS
October 31, 2013
Home
I want to let the world know that I still alive and my
protests against Bank of America will go on. If I don’t write to empty my mind,
I go mad. My inspiration still floating on my mind and I would like to share
with my followers this acrostic,
Bank of America being sick keeps
me at home
A severe flu is preventing me to
do my protests
Numbing the pain you had given me
is all I can do
Killer is all you
mean to my miserable life
Old wounds never truly heal, it
bleed all over again
Frustration and despair is always
shaking my daily life
And it is hard at the end of the
day to deal with
Memories seep from my veins and
my heart
Excruciating agony for all
da..mages I have received
Real wounds may be hidden, but
never close
It is always painful always ready
to bleed
Confidence, dreams, and life are
no longer with me
All
is gone and it seems too hard to reach it.
PROTEST
# 210 JUST A FAIRLY DAY…CATCHING A COLD…GOOD NEWS ABOUT THE INCIDENT OF
YESTERDAY
October 29, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I didn't feel well; I had symptoms of a cold, itch and sore
throat, runny nose. it was very annoying to use use tissues wearing gloves. I
had to take it out constantly. Even with the cold afternoon I could stay seven
hours on the street.
Lately I have been a guide for people asking for directions. I do my
best with the little knowledge that I have about the City of New York.
Someone asked me where was Bank of America office to make a transaction with a
teller. Without any doubt I informed where it was.
PROTEST
# 209 ... THE TOWER’S SECURITY GUARD COLLAPSED IN FRONT OF ME
October 28, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
The Tower’s security guard collapsed minutes after we commented
that the sun was gone from my side. This is a topic of daily conversation we
have, and most of the time we use body language.
POST #
208 ANNOUNCING A BOOK STORE IN QUEENS THAT SELLS MY STORY …"LIBRERIA BARCO
DE PAPEL”
October 27, 2013
Libreria Barco de Papel 40-03 80 St Elmhurst , New York 11373
Open 7 days a week from 11:00am to 7:00Pm Tel: (718) 565-8283
Someone I met during one of my book sales at Colombia Consulate
recommended me a Spanish book store managed by a Colombian family. This person
was inspired by the opportunity that this book store gives to authors to
present their book to their patrons. Soon I will have an event to sign books.I
will announce it when ready.
I am eager to meet the Spanish people. They were my motivation to
be successful during the time that I worked for Bank of America. The sale of my
first book, the American Dream has taught me that we are all
salespersons when shown emotion and passion, people want to be near you. Some
people when they read my book come to me for more answers and I will always be
willing to tell the truth.
PROTEST#
207 A REGULAR FRIDAY…COLD, WINDY AND NOISY…GETTING TO KNOW PEOPLE WORKING AT
THE TOWER AND PEOPLE IN THE STREETS
October 25, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
This morning when I was traveling in the train I met a homeless asking
for help. A young student gave him a dollar, and then pulled out of his
backpack a sandwich and an Apple. The homeless said: "No, thanks,
I only accept cash". Someone told me about a place near Times
Square that gives free food to the elderly. Today a woman told me that she is
homeless and broke. I suggested going to eat for free but she replied
that she would like to know the menu first because she is a picky eater.
An African woman made my day. She was attracted by my story. She came to
the United States in search of the American dream. She learned four languages
including Spanish. She liked my book and read some paragraphs. I loved her
accent.
A STREET THAT YOU HAVE NEVER VISITED IS A BOOK THAT YOU HAVE NEVER READ!
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU ARE MISSING!”
PROTEST#
206…NY’S TRASH A MEANS OF SURVIVAL...THE TOWER LOOKS LIKE A HOTEL...MANY
LUGGAGES ON MY SIGHT
October 24, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
It is being three months since I came to Bank of America‘s Tower
to protest. My dreams were born in a Tower and are dying in another Tower. The
missing World Trade Center Tower #1 was for me a place full of life, the Tower
of Bank of America is where I am losing it. Today when I left home I found a guy pushing a shopping cart with
lot of bottles and cans. He told me that he was one of the largest collectors
of recyclables in New York. Between 6:00 pm and 6:00 am it had collected more
than 3,000.00. For each one he gets $.06 cents. This was the way to make
his living.
I am grateful to the people who care about me. There is a man who
brings me something to eat during his lunch time. There is also a lady who
tries to come before 6:15 pm to give me food. This kindness will be always in
my heart.
A RICH MAN’S TRASH IS
LIKE TREASURE FOR A POOR MAN
PROTEST#
205… A LONG DAY…LOT OF EMOTIONS…A POLICE SURPRISE ME AND TOUCHED MY HEART
October 23, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
In fear of raining in the afternoon I started my protest early
around 9:00 am. The day was cold and very windy but I could manage to stay
until 6:15 pm. In the morning a woman came to the Tower by taxi. When she gets
off the driver noticed that she had left a suitcase inside the trunk. I tried
to call her but she quickly entered the building and I could not pass the line
owned by the Bank. I wrote the plate number of the taxi and reported the
incident to the officer on duty.
The gas company came to check the drainage of gas near me. A man
sprayed yellow paint to make it visible. The painting and the cold made me
sneeze and cough. The Spanish officer in service observed me with concern. At
the end of his shift he brought to me a turtleneck knit shawl. He said I should
cover my neck. I had no words enough to express him my sincere gratitude, his
kindness gave me strength to persevere, and the gift warmed not only my body
but also my heart. Something fun distracted me a little. Behind me I heard like
pigs emitting sounds. This was a truck that just wanted to make people laugh.
PROTEST#
204… ONE MORE DAY OF PHOTOS...MUSIC ON MY WAY...A COLLEGE STUDENT SURPRISED ME
October 22, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
I was surprised by a young man who came to me saying: "I quit Bank of America". At first I thought he was an employee,
but then he identified as a college student who wanted to support me by closing
his account. I had never seen him before.
MUSIC
CAN CHANGE THE WORLD BECAUSE IT CAN CHANGE PEOPLE
PROTEST# 203…
NEW POSTER…THE DEATH, MY KILLER AND THE SPANISH WORLD ABOVE MY STORY
October 21, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
I was inspired by people from the street carrying advertising on
large posters. In the same way as New York is built from the bottom upwards
I've put my posters, one on top of another. Any task, goal, or dream performed with
commitment, passion and dedication can touch people’s heart. Today by
9:20 am I had 10,000.00 pages views on my web site www.bankofamericamykiller.com over 5,000.00 viewed since I started
protesting at the Tower.
Both sides of my poster are the colors of the Bank. On blue
are my death, my killer and the Hispanic world sustained in the space. On red,
they are traveling through my blood. (I'm on this side to feel my life in
movement). Both sides are attractive to the eyes of people who see me, their
raised eyebrows, a smile, or simply an expression of curiosity is a response to
my message.
POST # 202… COLOMBIAN CONSULATE… MEETING COLOMBIANS FROM
OTHERSS STATES… LOT OF SUPPORT
October 19, 2012
Consulado de
Colombia, New York
This was my second Saturday I met with the Colombians who
went to the Consulate. A friendly lady
who is a great help to all persons requesting information on consular services
made me a suggestion and it was successful.
She said that it should wear something typical from Colombia
as a ruana and hat. A ruana is a
poncho-style typical of the Andes Region of Venezuela and Colombia. The word
ruana comes from the Chibcha one of the biggest and best organized
confederations of tribes of South America and it means: Land of blankets.
My friend was right; I had a ruana and the attention of people who were motivated by my story. Some of them came from other States. I met a teacher
who wanted to share my story in Monticello, where she meets many Hispanic
people. We talked for a long time and I found her a great person with strength and
ambitions. I felt grateful by sharing the day with Colombians. The security
guard is a very kind and considerate person.
LIFE IS MADE UP OF LIGHTS AND SHADOWS; TODAY MY
COLOMBIAN PEOPLE WERE A LIGHT THAT SHONE IN MY SHADOWS
PROTEST#
201 MORNING HOURS…MY DAY STARTED WITH SOME WORKING PEOPLE OF THE AREA…TWO
PROTESTERS CAME TO THE TOWER…
October 18, 2013
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Upon my arrival at the Tower I met people before beginning their
work. I was glad to talk to the officer who touched my heart in one of my
previous protests. I had the pleasant visit of my friend the visual artist
chiprutan.com. He brought to me a portrait done in his Studio. It has
been hard for me to smile but he did a good job.
Around 10:45 a.m. two Spanish ladies came to the Tower holding
signs and protesting against Bank of America. They came from Connecticut. One
of them told me that Bank of America is nearing to foreclose her house and she
never had a mortgage with them. I did not know their case, but by past
experiences, I've noticed that it is difficult for some people understand that
banks buy debts from other banks where the loan originally was established. This
week I was motivated by all religious activities in the city of New York. On my
way home I found another large poster related to religion.
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