Everything that went on last year still cripples me. My life has not been improving it has been getting worse. I spent a lot of time when I released from incarceration to find support for all the civil and constitutional rights that were violated during the time of standing trial. I have an appeal in progress, but I do not have any hope things will go the way they should. I thought what happened to me only happened in Hollywood movies. The entire year plus some I felt for certain I was in a bad dream. Everything seemed surreal to me.

I followed my ex-wife to live in one of the most corrupt government places in the country. I knew it was a bad place to live. And I knew my ex-wife was someday going to probably get me into trouble. Washington County Oregon is the place where satans army begins. I am conflicted because I am told not to talk about what happened, because eventual it can be removed from my record, but the news doesn’t cover it. The general population has no clue how terrible this place is. I have tried to stand up for what was right, but they punished me more for it. The government here is absolutely disgusting. And my ex-wife served me up to them on a silver platter. Instead of my ex-wife being punished for lying to the cops, district attorney and the courtroom she was rewarded instead. She hit me in my right collarbone causing a thumb sprain. This was her only injury. I was convicted and charged with domestic violence. She hit me and hurt herself and I got in trouble for it. I did not know I could get in trouble for something I did not do.

I thought I would win at trial. I sat in jail first time ever being charged with anything in my life several months. The system was supposed to give me trail within 60 days for a fast and speedy trail, but they do not follow the constitution.

Rewinding a little bit from the beginning. I had been remodeling the house breaking down old furniture to easily dispose of it. Married at the time my wife tried to get me to stop knowing full well I was replacing the stuff with newer and better furniture. She tried to get me to stop by punching me. She hurt herself from punching me in the collarbone. So I left one side of the apartment and went to the other side to do demolition on an old broken door. She started throwing things at me to try to get me to stop. Then she moved in front of me and my demolished door making me stop. Knowing demolish is a normal part of remodeling as a carpenter nothing was out of order for me, but for her she was hitting me and trying to hurt me. She was trying to provoke me to hit her. The entire time she was recording me with her phone, which was probably in her pocket. I did not knwo she was recording me but I was suspicious. I boxed myself off and she would pretend like I was assaulting her. She was on a mission to make me look like a women abuser. She was always abusive and trying to get me to hit her. She just went a lot further this time. I never fell into her game. I managed to evade her several times walking or moving quickly from one side of the apartment to the other. She was reckless. She threatened to call the cops on me. I said go ahead you are the one who hit me. I never expected the the cops to be so crooked, the government to be so one sided, bias’s and corrupt.

At the time this lady was my wife. She is from Beijing. She was in the Chinese military as a cheerleader. She use to cheer,”Death to America”. She told me while in the military she got beat up a lot and beat up other people. She said if you did not go to jail at least once you werent a true beijing person. She said everyone went to jail there. She mentioned couples getting in fights on the streets hitting each other. She often told me I could hit her, but I always reminded her that this was against my traditions and beliefs. She spent a lot of time trying to make a seen and getting me into trouble. Her and her friends were often up to no good. They did money laundry, tax fraud and many other illegal acts.

I was in a weak part of my life when I married her. It was during my last year of graduate school. We went down to Los Angelous to get married on her birthday. Soon after me got married she starting hurting herself in front of me. I was so embarrass for marrying her but felt like the decision was irreversible. I wanted my dad to be proud of me so I tried to ride the storm.

During my last year of graduate school I was working on completing 3 degrees all simultaneously. I was the first one to do this at Oregon Tech. I was working toward a BS of science in Renewable Energy Engineering, a BS in RASCE (robotics, autonomous systems and control engineering) and a Masters in Renewable Energy engineering with an emphasis in embedded systems and a chemistry minor. My degrees were stacked with difficult course work. My graduate project was formulated with the help of a company in New Zealand that I worked for as a hydrogen infrastructure engineer and the director at OIT of the RASCE program. I had amazing support and was being pushed in all the right ways by faculty to work on a monumental project that was told to be patentable. I was stressed out and running on fumes going on my last lap to the finish line.

My wife at the time thought it was tedious. She had no idea how important it was for me to finish this project. She isn’t intelligent like me. She told me her degree was paid for by her dad and that she never had to do anything for it. We were two couldn’t have been more different when it came to academics.

Moving into my final year of graduate school I wanted a nice apartment and stability. Before this I was living in rinky dink living quarters. I told myself if I got in the Masters program I would have a nice apartment for my last year of school. The first few years of college I lived in a RV. The years leading up to this had not been luxurious. College was my main objective and I put it before everything until I got married.

We moved to Sherwood Oregon in a nice neighbor safe for me step daughter. My significant other did not know how to organize the apartment and prepare for long weeks and months constant under academic stress. I did and I knew the importance of it. I did my best to prepare for the new college year starting in September.

It was a disaster. I was putting my family first. My stepdaughter need a lot of attention and I took her under my wing. The wife was abusive to both of us and my daughter had developed disrespectful traits. She was also not happy at school as she wasn’t equipment to handle course work like the other students. I spent day and night educating her. I wanted her to be happy. My wife did not appreciate the efforts I put in as a dad. My wife did not understand what it was like to have parents who love you. Her parents only cared about money. They neglected her.

College was difficult instead of being prepared for three weeks ahead of schedule I was constantly behind schedule. My graduate project was too difficult to live the life style my wife enjoyed. My wife’s was losing money because she did not know how to manage it. She spent it faster then she made it. Appearance was important to her and money meant everything. We were in a dilemma. She wanted to live closer to work in beaverton and I wanted nothing to do with the city. I knew it was a bad place to live, but at the time I did not know how bad, but as a supportive husband I felt like I should give her a chance to lead. What I did not know is she was leading me into a death trap.

After constantly being behind the Fall term of college we had two weeks off to get our heads back. Being in my final lap of graduate school I had so many things on the back burner it was starting to fall over. And my wife caused more chaos and disorganization to the already scattered lifestyle. She was of barely any help when it came to being organized.

She told me she would do all the moving during Winter break so I agreed to the move. As we spent the two weeks off on college break to move I found that she had no idea how to move alone. I was playing the active role in it falling further behind. The Fall term had been my worst term ever grade wise and I was getting ready for Winter term even less prepared and over worked. There was no organization in my life what so ever. I could not focus at all. My lab for building my graduate project was completely torn apart and never got put back together. She had got in the the way of my biggest dreams and goals graduating college.

She became very selfish during the Winter term putting even more stress on me in college. She saw me struggle and often tried to make it worse. She became more and more abusive. I stopped loving her and stopped trusting her. We did not want to live together anymore but could not move because we did not have the finances to do so and I did not have the time.

Living in the city triggered my PTSD from being in the military. I was completely miserable. Everyday in the city I did not feel safe and if I ever left he apartment I was afraid someone would rob my college stuff losing all I have worked for. People were shooting there guns out of there window while driving and doing all shorts of crazy things. We lived right off of I5, which turns out to be one of the worse highways for kids to get kidnapped. My stepdaughter was not safe and she was going to school in a city with a culture I found to be mentally ill. I did not like her being around this culture. There were many anomalies about this culture, but here in the city the abnormal was normal. My daughters life was not as it had been. She could not play outside at the park and enjoy making friends with some innocent level headed kids.

You might find this judgmental of me and perhaps it is, but if there is a chance my daughter can live a better life somewhere else I follow the statistics. The city has high crime rate that is only increasing and lots of parents that allow their kids to grow up confused about their sex. In Portland the city next door you can bring your 12 year old child there to start getting there sex change process. The parent that let there kids do this disgust me. The parents who choose to live in the city so they can save money and have nicer cars disgust me. This place was in my mind one of the worst places to raise a family, but my wife loved it and she loved having the best stuff that made her look good even if her daughter looked terrible and showed up to school in dirty pajamas.

I was the one that took care of our daughter with many things including and already mentioned her education. I taught her the importance of being kind, loving and honest. I gave her an atmosphere to speak her mind and to live life a little more gregariously. I cared for that little girl who was neglected and not loved by her mom. I married her mom partly so I could ensure that little sweet girl could be happy and safe. I wont make that mistake again, but I did love her as my own. I did not know how special it was to have a daughter. I always thought if I had a kid I would want it to be a boy, but our bond was something I never that would reap so much happiness and reward. That little girl made me a better person. She was a part of me now and I a part of her. Our relationship was more important than the one to her mom. Her mom was a liar. I taught our daughter the best values to live by and she was very receptive. My trust for her mom was constantly changing and at this point there was no trust. My daughter and I were very thoughtful of her moms feelings and tried to respect them giving my daughter a maturity level much higher than what is normal for her age.

Things progressively grew worse as I lived in Beaverton. The cops came over anytime there was a noise complaint partially because we lived above a pot shop and it has been broken into several times and partly because any noise coming from the apartment echos carrying far distances. There were drones flying in the windows spying on us. The cops would come over and my wife would invite them in the apartment. I knew it wasn;t smart to invite them in but the wife wanted to be best friends with them. Being from China the government means everything where shes from and the cops favor the male, but in Beaverton the cops be corruption and they favor the women. Beaverton cops are notoriously corrupt, unprofessional and a nuisance. The entire Portland metro is full of corrupt government officials with Beaverton being exceedingly high on that list.

I encourage you to read about the laws and regulations. Also to check out news articles by Oregon Public Broadcasting composed by lead broadcaster Conrad Wilson. It’s hard to believe how terrible the government is. If the experience I witnessed was not done to me I would have been in disbelief about it as I find many are. I can’t stress enough on how terrible this place is. I do feel obligated to warn people to not live in this area if you can help it. Especially if you are dating awomen that is abusive and deceptive. My ex-wife is a minority who’s job in the government of China was to deceive people. The minorities do not get punished for lying in this country they get rewarded with blue cards which is a visa or citizenship. Foreigners know they can ruin peoples life’s and the government in this city will cater toward them. A lot of people I know probably know the city is a terrible place to live or believe so. I am here to confirm your beliefs. Do not make the same mistake I made. I will be paying for it the rest of my life. I hope that I am not judged by this one event that changed my life. Before this event with my ex-wife I could have got a job anywhere I want. A lot changes when you are facing a corrupt government with a agenda and when your wife is custom to have conflict with her husband pulling the police into the middle of it. She wanted to stay with me after the court hearing resolved and she mentioned in court what was written on paper about me was not true, but it did not matter. They figured she changed her story to get me out of trouble. They labeled me as a monster all because of a sprang thumb. I never knew a women hitting me could get me in that much trouble.

Turns out being a finish carpenter and remodeling an apartments is the same as breaking Washington County Law. The law is interpretive here. Men are not treated fairly and the courts are violated constitutional rights by the dozen every day. I highly eecommend for no man to ever date a women who is even slightly irresponsible and/or crazy in the metro Portland area, because the government with hem you up and they wont follow any of the court rules on the way to your false conviction. Even if there is evidence of false accusation the district attorney will still pursue prosecution. It does not matter if the alleged victim does not want it to go to court. The court wants their pound of flesh and if they can get it from the man they will. It is we’ll know across the country this county does not treat men fairly. I will start part two of this post next