Enclave: No, Really. I'm Serious... Just Drop Dread!

Enclave: No, Really. I'm Serious. Just Drop Dread.




Don't worry, I believe you. I never doubted for a second that there would be a Part II.


At least Mr. Dread had the courtesy to correspond with you directly. He called my Daddy in Pennsylvania to tattle on me! 


What did he think my father would do? Ground me?  I'm thirty-seven years old.

I'm not the only who thinks this city would be a better place had we dropped Dread from the political landscape long ago.


Must be that dreaded midlife crisis I heard about so much about.


Mr. Dread does a great disservice to our community by creating conflict rather than cohesion.  Community leaders should strive to unite and strengthen all members of the city.


Adam Dread is precisely the type of person who is more interested in promoting his own personal agenda than the people who live and work in our community each and every day. 


Thank god he is out of office.


I knew I couldn't be the only one who got in the way of his ego. 

Taking the juvenile approach to gain access to my family and THEIR business is just pathetic. Calling my parents law firm to complain about my blog seems a little bazaar considering he had no qualms about calling my cell at 3:30am.

By calling my daddy, Marc Durant, Mr. Dread's telephone call was clearly more about his desire to be among the elite while simultaneously feeding his appetite for discourse and destruction.


So I'm with you.  Seriously... just drop Dread!

http://enclave-nashville.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-really-im-serious-just-drop-dread.html

No Hope for the Homeless: Nashville, TN [content warning]

[unedited... apologies for typos, etc]

The letter below dated April 13, 2008 went unanswered. That correspondence along with many others who just pretend I don't exist.

Now I know exactly how much I mean to this City. PAY ME TO LEAVE!!!!!

There is nothing quite so disturbing as being invisible. Yes. I am homeless. I have lived through a shooting, an assault by a security guard at a medical facility, and with no other place to go, I rented a room in a house for low income adults who are SEVERELY FUCKING DISTURBED!!!!

Now I am deeply disturbed too. I am deeply disturbed that this is the best we can do.

At least I know I need help, and when to get it. Despite being owned by a CMHA [Community Mental Health Agency] and the recipient of both state and federal funds, the only rule in this house is don't call 911. In other words, when locked out or assaulted by one of the 3 other house mates, Mobile Crisis is OFF LIMITS. Now I know better than anyone that Mobile Crisis sucks, but when you are standing beneath a 6 foot woman holding a waffle iron over your head, 911, mobile crisis, IDGAF who intervenes, just someone do something!

I called the crisis hotline the other day. In all honesty, I just had no one else to talk to, my internets had been disconnected and sabotaged, the house phone locked up. I was just lonely (and locked out during a tornado warning)

But trust me, there is nothing quite like sticking me in a house with SSPMI (super severe persistent mental illness) that make me look almost normal and and a landlord with a no-call policy against Mobile Crisis and mental health helplines.

I have lost everything near and dear to me since I first offered to participate with the local police department after the shooting downstairs. That was in February.

Next, I lose Spotty because not a single person in Nashville has enough compassion to rescue an innocent animal that I rescued from one of clients several years ago. And you wonder why I'm so angry?

PLEASE SAVE SPOTTY

http://darknightdurant.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-save-spotty.html

Don't worry, I know you want my silence, that message came through loud and clear.

You can take everything from me [actually, you already have] but you will not take my voice. And I can promise you this, my memory is long, and it is hot. Look it up assholes, hot memory.

Yeah... you did this. Now it's my turn.

Continue to sneak a peak every now and then.... your e-mails will appear on this page. Fuck you, and fuck you right back. Happy Anniversary, Elyssa. You have officially been a resident of this fine fucking state for exactly 13 years.




Kicking ass, not so much...  
                      taking names... you can bet your sweet ass I am!



[Another Unanswered letter to Metro Council]

April 13, 2009

Can you please tell me who I could speak with (preferably informally) about a situation with Section 8 and MDHA.

I have already spoken with Pat Clark, director of MDHA, and she has been an unsympathetic to the fact that there has been an ongoing problem with drugs and violence with children in the same complex.


Legal Aid / or pro-bono refused to will represent me since my parents are attorneys. They told me I would have to get the money for court fees and a court reporter from them. That just ain't gonna happen.


I am 36 years old.

I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful in any way-- you have been extremely kind and gracious towards me, I am just exhausted by this process and I think it is pretty easy to see that I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.

If there is someone in particular who works closely with the housing authority and utilities, kindly ask them if you can release their name to me(or vice versa) so I can make sure it on the record before I loose my section 8. The landlord is paid in full, but I still have to move by the 22nd.
.

Thanks so much. If there is anyone you can think please let me know. There is stigma and judgment that comes long with a person who lives in public housing, but can assure you it would not be my first choice.

Thank your discretion and assistance.

Sincerely yours,

Elyssa Durant
ed70@columbia.edu
6154248810

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