Kelley’s A Better Way Youth Academy dba Robert Louis Stevenson dba Coral Reef Academy Testimony

1996-1997

I was sent to a foster home I believe Rodney Rice is sister in Utah for a week before I was sent to Western Samoa the first month what was then called Robert Louis Stevenson what is opened in 1996. I was the third girl there. A, the co-owner’s daughter S, and myself. There were already three boys there. I had recently just been expelled from my all girls, Catholic boarding school in Monterey California for getting cut, kissing, a girl and experimenting with marijuana. I had a journal that my parents read and because I had smoked pot 10 times and  French-kissed a girl three times and a man twice. I was sent there to fix me from being gay.

The true story is my biological mother, whom I was desperate to meet, was actually in prison and not dead like I was told when I asked about her after finding pictures in my dad’s dresser, and she was about to get released, and it was no secret. I wanted to meet her. Being part of the group, the first month it opened was probably the most rugged time of the programs entire history. We did not have a counselor there except Sterling Devereaux came around for a group therapy for a couple months at a time. I was a virgin when I went there, and I remembered a night guard trying to pay me with marijuana for sex. I told the staff there and they called home and told my dad and my dad told them to watch out for me and I was manipulative, or at least that was the report I got back. He continue to work there. We were physically abused by the cook, and I was abused by two night guards. I started to have feelings for two other inmates both of them boys. I actually would sneak out at night to meet D and the night guard, let us have sex. So I lost my virginity, on the floor of the kitchen hut, in front of the night guards.

It was around this time when the program decided that the problem was actually my father. That he needed to come out for a group therapy session. So my dad did come out however, he pulled up to the campus and never even got out of the car. He rushed me into the car And we sped off. He told me I was leaving with him on Monday and the plane left and if I did not tell my stepmother what the conditions were like he would buy me a car when I came home I agreed and said I wanted to just say bye to the other kids (in reality it was that I wanted to make plans with my new boyfriend. D as I said I was very much so in love I’m gonna get married) unbeknownst to me at this time the kids back at the camp we’re discussing the whole situation between D and I so when I returned after a week of drinking alcohol, and jumping off waterfalls with my dad, I was immediately on punishment for the sex, and they called my father.

My father decided to leave me there for another year. I never returned home. I never even Graduated however, my father plucked me out of there and flew me home and I was sent to wilderness survival program called Redcliff ascent, in St. George Utah. At Redcliff, as physically draining as it was, I loved it because of a girl counselor and I were messing around at night.  And then to the infamous mission mountain school in Condon Montana for the months following until I escaped from Mission Mountain School, May 21, 1997. That night was a full moon so I could have plenty of light. I hiked back to main camp because that day we had actually gone out further about five more miles to chop wood on consequence. Once I got to Maine camp, I sprayed myself down with bleach water, so the Bears could not smell me. Unfortunately, for me this was the first chance I had to escape for 1997 was actually in the records book as the hardest winter in the entire history of Montana.

I have had major major issues as I was immediately on my own from that point on, and I had no street smarts whatsoever. Meeting my mom did not go well. She was a crack cocaine addict, and had me smoking crack before I had even smoked pot a handful of times, I’ve never been able to go back home and I’ve been cut out of the world for “making John Mercer cry“ the man that owned mission mountain school now close down for brainwashing and cruel and unusual punishment. I’ve been in and out of prison as you would know, as I was on MSNBC, lock up, Maricopa County, I’m known as “the McNaughty.” And one of the biggest mistakes of my life was doing a spread in Hustler magazine just a few years ago after an 8.5 year sentence for a crime I did not commit. (The officer who did that to me is on the Brady List and has been decertified) I don’t know if being open for sexual assault is just something that emanate off me, however, I was sexually assaulted by the court appointed rule 11 psychiatrist while handcuffed to the visitation table here, Maricopa County Jail.

I come from a newspaper publishing company in California. In fact, we are the third oldest publishing company in United States. It’s in my blood to tell the truth, and report the injustices of the world so stupidly I reported my sexual assault to the wrong people after I was denied the right to make a police report as I was in jail at the time. All these years later, I moved up to Maricopa County and I’m dealing with retaliation. What I didn’t know is that some of those owners of the program I was in live right here in Scottsdale. And when I was on the TV show from MSNBC six months after they had finished airing, MSNBC camera crew came back to the county Jail, and interviewed me again. This time they put make up on me, sent me down and interviewed me only about western Samoa and the program I went to. I’ve never seen this interview televised anywhere, and I often wonder what happened and wonder if some of my retaliation stems from it.

Sorry, I’m a little off subject right now however, I just am going through this right now and happen to see some of the most damning evidence from the body cams footage I just received from my public defender. For some other reason I keep getting retaliated against and I think they’re trying to shut me up about everything. I’m a mother of two dogs, and wife to a wonderful man who is actually stuck by my side through all this amazingly.

I need help please please help me….

P.S. Paris….you are a bad ass! I wonder if you were at “Cascade” up in Northern California. So was my cousin Jenny. THANK YOU FOR THE EFFORT AND THANK YOU FOR BEING BRAVE!!!