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CTCIC Update 6/14/08
They like to re-create Mexican slums in the USA. It makes them feel they're still there.
So why come here? When it all looks like Mexico, where will they go, where will we all go when the land of opportunity is gone?
The following is greater detail of what the situation here is for folks like myself:
In 1998 is when my family and I first moved to Lakewood, Ocean County, New Jersey. We lived in a two family, second story apartment on 5th Street. At this time, we were pretty ignorant about the entire illegal alien problem. But the area we moved into, seemed to have almost every other house occupied with, what appeared to be, huge families living in single family homes. Most of them were from Mexico.
We lived there for nearly three years. And in that small amount of time, we began to see other families move out rapidly. We didn't understand what was going on yet. The newly sold homes were then being filled, and are still filled to this day, with huge numbers of Mexicans.
It started out with the loud, thumping music being played at all hours of the day and night. Every single weekend, every single holiday. There was no rest from it. You can imagine how this would begin to wear on your nerves hearing it continually. So we started going across the street, going a few houses down the road, and asking kindly if they could just lower the music some. If they could just turn it off after a certain hour in order for the kids and yourself to get some semblance of sleep for school and work. To kindly refrain from it during a holiday when you knew you would be having guests over. But that, apparently, was not allowed.
It begins to escalate and shouting matches become common. Then the threats begin. One very early morning after dealing with just about as much as you can stand; you march out and practically beg for some peace and quiet. What happens? Your jumped by nearly a half a dozen drunk illegals. They proceed to beat you with pool sticks and pull a knife out on you. But your not going down without a fight! So you fight with all you have breaking one of their noses, not once, but twice! It looks like its about to fall off of his face, yet he still keeps coming back for more. They were doing this to my husband. I can't just stand there, so I try to help him by ripping off some of those who are all over him beating him. I get seriously injured in the process. My finger nails are torn out of my fingers, blood everywhere. My rotator cups on my shoulders are ripped out as well.
Finally, the police arrive. They sort everything out, and of course, my husband is not charged, he was attacked and it was considered self defense. After several visits to a special doctor, I'm told I may need surgery to correct the damage to my rotator cups. I refuse because I know it may also work against me. It literally took close to three years before I could even raise my arms again!! I begin having heart problems, and have to be rushed, during another time, by ambulance to the emergency room, thinking I'm having a full blown heart attack. I suffer now from extreme panic attacks.








