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Patricia McGurk Martin

Location: It was El Paso, Texas and also Alexandria, Virginia - but my way of life was destroyed in both cities, unfortunately., United States

Member Since: May 2009

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I want to mention that my race is called "white" in the United States and that I have no ethnicities that may be American, such as American "black" (I am not sure if the word is popular or not, still) or Indian or Native American.  My father told me my race is Caucasian and Anglo - and that is what it is until someone proves him wrong.  Why would anyone in the United States keep lying about who I am and what my race is?  I believe it is because massive theft (including of my freedom as a person and my personal intellectual work) takes place every second of every day and night.  My emails, mail and all communications as well as money and deposits, gifts are stolen before I ever get them, or receive them.  This has been true for all my life, with very small pockets of time (usually during public "enslavement" or slavery attempts or torture of me) as the only time I hear from the "real" world that must exist somewhere.

Ms. Patricia Louise McGurk (Patricia McGurk Martin is a "pen name" or writing/author's name for privacy) is my current email account and address


Some of my writing includes the following poems, comments and communications to a family member:

The Wind Must Blow You Away

Written by Patricia Louise McGurk

[April 22, 2015 in Seattle, Washington State at the local Starbucks on Second Avenue in the “Downtown Area” or “Belltown” [Note © (Copyright) 2015]


The wind must blow you away

You’re so small she said to me as a child

It gets better I promise you

One day your legs will be

big and strong like mine


All the women were big and strong

When I was a little girl

Leaning over me with big sandwiches in their hands

Sometimes even though it was rarely

There were no men in my world

Not really any adults at all


Do you want to feel my thighs?  She asked me

In the daylight

Will it make you stronger to feel them?

You are so small and tiny

One day you won’t be little any more

I promise you that it gets better

You are so small


When they are around

Women overtake you as a little girl

You feel they might not leave or abandon


They crowd you with energy that you could

Become addicted to

Take away your loneliness

And poof!

They are gone

Not even a memory any longer

as there is Still

Only You



They said I was singing in the wind

As a little girl in Alexandria, Virginia

And people heard me looking for myself

But singing in the wind alone


Over My Shoulder

Written by Patricia Louise McGurk

[April 22, 2015 in Seattle, Washington State at the local Starbucks on Second Avenue in the “Downtown Area” or “Belltown” [Note © (Copyright) 2015]


I was a little girl who looked back

My entire time as a child

I looked back over my shoulder

To see the people

And their lives

As I walked away from them


For Years.

In the United States not really


But located in the hemisphere

Of the Americas



April 15, 2015 Update on the Seattle, Washington Downtown Area in the United States of America:

Notes for an Article - Update on My Life in the United States

Article By: Patricia McGurk Martin Memoir

Tags: United, States, Current, Life, 2015, Us, Seattle, Washington, Update, On, Patricia, L., Mcgurk, Louise, American, Citizen, International, Murder, Crime

Dear Ada, I am feeling better than I did since I was poisoned, I believe. I am eating well, and I hope to find a better place to live as soon as possible. I really can't bear the thought of being here another two weeks until I have more money, but this may be all I can manage since the country has become a "crime state" in every city and state in which I have tried to find a place to live. I am nauseated now as I have to walk so far in really aggressive small crowds of people everywhere I walk - they seem to think it is some sort of holiday outing for them every time I step outside, and they ridicule me by walking with, near or around me - stride out aggressively from boutique and store entrances on teh side of the street - drive aggressively around me and threaten my life with big assault vehicles such as large SUVs, often black - and the larger men walk "parallel" across the street, many men also cross the street toward me every day, "jaywalking" at an angle, a slant and ending up within a couple feet of me. Indoors, they threaten me every day and I have to act passively around the men, and some women (but few, relatively speaking in a percentage comparison). Some are nice, but will not act to protect me if anything happends. A man walked into me deliberately, it seemed, in the shelter two nights ago in the evening.



There have been several brutal assaults on me on the East Coast of the United States, and I travelled to Seattle, Washington State near the beginning of the year on Amtrak Trains to facilitate leaving the country.  In the recent past, the police have not protected me nor responded to my reports of crime -  even though I am an American Citizen and well-known writer (including poet) on the Internet, and a fellow from 1978 from the National Endowment for the Arts in Music.

Are there any refugee programs that might offer me financial assistance in leaving the U.S.?  The country has deteriorated, and the entire time of this deterioration - the crimes of physical, brutal assaults on me have increased and many have been in public in the Washington, D.C.- Northern Virginia - Suburban Maryland area which includes Chevy Chase and Bethesda, Maryland.

I look forward to monetary assistance so I may leave the crime areas, as well as any ideas where I can find temporary "housing" until I am able to leave the United States and contact my international friends, of whom I feel I have many although they are unknown as I have been isolated from the "big world" that is broader than the U.S.

Thank you,

Ms. Patricia Louise McGurk (

I am confident that I am one of the "best in the world" writers, musicians and poets, and I am proud of my life and draft works although they are not published yet.  Most of my drafts are stolen.   I am still travelling through the United States, currently in Seattle, Washington State with little shelter from any storm.  I plan to leave the country once I have enough money and travel identification.

Ms. Patricia L. McGurk

MY EMAIL ADDRESS FOR ELECTRONIC INTERNET MAIL: although my email does not reach me - I receive no international emails nor domestic emails, other than my mother's correspondence to me.  All my mail under the names McGurk and Martin or Hearst is stolen, and should be sent to the email address and never "separated" or "sorted out" by anyone, as this is a serious topic, the theft of anyone's personal mail or emails.

Human slavery is a horrific crime and is not allowed to occur in this part of the English-speaking world.  I wait for the chance to leave the United States, even though I am not a slave as I am important internationally as a person of great wealth and highest birth, I believe of any monarch or king.  The Americans do not care and commit the crimes, paying no mind to the laws against character defamation alone, calling me "Slave Fatima" whenever they wish, mixing up my identity in inumerable ways with lies about my race, as well.



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Dearest Ada, I hate to say that the terrible crime has repeated itself full cycle once again with the illegal bank fees being charged to me of $35.00 twice for being overdrawn by $2.96 from Federal Express while using the computer which may have overcharged me to begin with as there was no warning - when I have coverage for being overdrawn to begin with, (that has never worked) and, as well, the fees were charged illegallyu.
I amd afraid that whatever amount of money that I know you can't spare was put in my account and has been used up with the overdraft fees (which are for personal checks only, to begin with and are illegally used by Wells Fargo, in my opinion).
There is no record of your deposit to my account and I am overdrawn about $55.00 or so. Can you tell me how much it was for?
I am reporting this and will check my account, getting back to you later. It is extremely hard to concentrate in here and I am doing the best I can just to take care of this little amount of personal business on the internet.
Patricia Louise McGurk

I met another man who looked a lot like Dad yesterday, in a wheelchair. He tried to give me his telephone number so we could get together for lunch at a local inexpensive restaurant here in the Belltown area of Seattle, and someone younger came and wouldn't let him finish writing down his telephone number.

I saw a young boy (white) restrained on the street by a woman today, who told me she was his mother and I have to take her word. But someone did something like that to me as a child in perhaps the same location, and it was definitely not my mother doing it - all I could do was cry as the police told me if I kicked my legs or fought they would charge me as "combative" or "uncooperative with authority". I never told you much about my childhood when we weren't together all the years, as you may or may not remember all the sadness of both of our lives, of all of our lives. I was being kidnapped and all the police did was threaten me, a pattern that never stopped.

Now I am able to speak for myself as a senior citizen or older adult in society with more authority than at eight years old. No one listens to children, but especially to the royal or wealthy child or heir/heiress.

The man in the wheelchair I spoke to yesterday, in addition to the man I spoke with in Cambridge, Massachusetts at a church (outside of Boston) seemed to be a hostage and really reminded me of Dad. The back of his neck was swollen and looked painful, but he was cheerful. I know I am a hostage here as I have been in the United States since I was a child, as my wealth has been stolen no matter from what source it comes, it is immediately stolen. I want you to be careful and avoid emotional relationships or "entanglements" with any people in your private life, all right? That is where the current problems are, and they often occur with couples called "couples crimes" by the real police we used to have in Northern Virginia who spoke to me about this crime several years ago.

Both men touched me emotionally and the former one in Cambridge reminded me of Richard Burton, or Sir Richard Burton the great actor. No one listened to me on the East coast no matter what state I was in - nor in Texas or surrounding states. So I am making my notes for international authorities once I am out of the United States and speaking to my peers, or international military authority that IS NOT PRESENT in the United States to report what I feel as military crimes against my family, an officer's family as well as problems with Microsoft, Starbucks, MacDonalds, 7-11. Giant, Safeway, Harris Teeter, Whole Foods, Macy's and other stores - before tackling the corporations that are unrelated to food or retail.

Patricia Louise McGurk

(also known as Patricia McGurk Martin, a "writer's name to maintain privacy in my life)



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