"The only thing necessary for evil to
triumph is that good men do nothing." - Edmund Burke
Question: How does the sole beneficiary of a million-dollar
estate end up a million dollars in debt?
Answer: The "L" word. Lawyers, liars, leeches
and Denver's legal system. Lethal.
An Open Letter to Denver Probate Court
Someone at the Court knows what went on in former
Judge Jean Stewart's courtroom--the transcripts and
depositions that were altered, money and favors that
changed hands to affect outcomes, the padded invoices.
Perhaps you are a previous employee, or a current
one who was there during Judge Stewart's regime. I
ask you to do the right thing.... 92% of the cases
in probate court involved estates worth $40,000 or
less. They were targeted as easily as I was. Those
heirs can't afford to have their inheritances pillaged
by a corrupt, heartless court, led by former Judge
Please email me if you have information
that may help anyone regain their rightful inheritance.
You will remain anonymous.
Unless someone like you
Cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better.
--Dr Seuss, "The Lorax"
March 17, 1996, my friend Spicer Breeden and his pal Peter Schmitz
were involved in a hit-and-run accident in which popular journalist
Greg Lopez was killed. Spicer committed suicide two days later in
the basement of his Belcaro home, leaving a will in which he denied
being the driver. By the next morning his family and friends were
firmly ensconced in the home,
in spite of the police finding that will
leaving everything to me, Sydney Stone. Several officers noted it
in their police reports. The police
paid social calls to the house, documenting those visits as well.
Wednesday evening, March 20, a detective came to the home I rented from
Spicer, since for privacy, he registered all of his cars at my address,
including the one in the accident. Det. Griffith (now retired) told me
that everything was left to me in the holographic will and I might want
to get a lawyer. It took until late Thursday afternoon to convince an
attorney to get a copy of the will from the police and take some action.
Friday evening, March 22, Robert Steenrod,
the Public Administrator, went to the Belcaro house at the behest of my
lawyer and kicked the family and friends out. The house had been ransacked.
Art, jewelry, and guns were piled by the door, ready to go. The locked
armoire where Spicer kept his many, many watches was empty, the door broken
open. His extensive coin collection and the Tiffany "Audubon"
sterling silver were gone. No trace of any bonds was found even though
Spicer explicitly mentioned them in the will a few days earlier. I know
this because these things were not listed in the estate inventory compiled
by Steenrod's boys.
On Saturday March 23 the funeral was held at the Breeden family compound
in the mountains that had been donated to Colorado by Spicers deceased
mom, a Boettcher. The Governors Mansion at 400 East 8th Avenue is
a former Boettcher home as well, given to the state years ago. These are
Sunday March 24 Spicers father Vic Breeden (now deceased) and Michael
Anthony Crow, cocaine addict and rumored FBI snitch made a trip to the
airport in a car belonging to the estate (me); Crow apparently had keys
to the house and car. Thirty-nine pounds of something were shipped air
freight to a Malcolm Witter in Seattle. Crow then returned the car to
Spicers garage leaving the Bill of Lading
on the floor of the vehicle. Thankfully someone from the DAs office
noticed it a few days later. I requested an investigation and a toothless
letter was sent to the Breedens' attorney by Steenrod. I was told
it was memorabilia removed from the house, which would belong
to me, so then the story changed; the two heavy boxes contained Witters
briefcases which he forgot at the funeral. This was acceptable
to the DAs office and the Public
Administrator, as well as my attorney Sterling, who, behind my back, referred
to me as the little blonde Nazi.
Backtrack to November 1995: Spicer came to my house to admire the new
furnace he ordered for my home and quietly told me he made 1.5 million
in Wells Fargo after taxes this year. Our long friendship had many
boundaries and I knew not to question this or press for details; I congratulated
him and assumed he was telling me this to emphasize that he too, `worked
for a living. It came out later that he told some other friends the same
thing. An attorney, Mike Ogborn, formerly of the DA's Office and law firm
of Gelt, Fleishman and Sterling, confirmed this. (He left that firm because
he disliked their billing practices, so I'm told. He was a tremendous
asset in the Probate trial and did all the heavy lifting.) No Wells Fargo
stock was ever found after Spicer's death and tax forms showed nothing.
However, all but two states allow for Transfer
on Death registration of a securities account. Perhaps such
a stock transfer could have been a structural part of the old will to
leave everything to the Breeden family. I suspect that is how the bonds
disappeared, even though Spicer referenced both stocks and bonds
in the hand-written will. Additionally, Spicer died on March 19th, a month
before taxes are due, so Malcolm Witter could have chosen to NOT generate
a 1099 if one were required. (Four years ago I found about $1,000 from
Wells Fargo through the Great Colorado Payback, a state agency for unclaimed
accounts and safety deposit boxes, but was unable to trace the source.)
Ohbut back to Malcolm Witter......
The one who received the shipment? He was Spicers stepbrother and
stockbroker, of the Dean Witter clan.
Yes, THAT one. Malcolm inherited $16 million on his 21st birthday and
continues to be a big player in the money business. Perhaps youve
heard of him. He can play by very different rules than you or I do.....
On October 18th 2009, I taped a conversation
with a drug felon and yet another Spicer user, who stated that Malcolm
Witter took the many watches as well as the coin collection. I also asked
about the sterling silver. The two air shipments totalled 39 pounds so
all kinds of valuables could have been shipped, including paperwork regarding
the stocks and bonds. I think the SEC will frown on Mr. Witter's actions,
being in a position of fiduciary trust, and the SEC needs to re-establish
its credibility following stuff like the Madoff mess. I fully intend to
pursue this, hopefully with YOUR help.
I have two court transcripts and
a letter placing Spicer's family and some friends, in the home for
several days after the death. This is the smoking gun. It fully supports
that Interstate Transfer of Stolen Property, as well as Theft by Receiving
took place. Previous to this, I only had strong suspicions, but [Name
Withheld] was 100% correct on other matters in this case so he does have
credibility. I just may put the recording on this site
going to give [Name Withheld] time to do the right thing first. I would
have hoped he put his felony life behind him...if only he had spoken up
when things were being taken from Spicers home.
When the Probate trial began in September 1996, the Breeden family, waving
the original will which favored them,
presented Michael Crow as a concerned good guy, eager to help secure the
estate for them. Unable to find even one disgruntled ex from my years
in Aspen or a surly neighbor to badmouth me, they cooked up a most interesting
Five days into the will contest, Michael Crow
jumped up obligingly in court, declaring Spicer to have insane delusions,
including a ridiculous notion that Crow himself was an FBI informant!!!
---a strategy to nullify the holographic document. And that Spicer had
promised him a carbut then everything was left to this Sydney chick?
What was that if not a crazy mans rantings? And then he dropped
the big bomb---he claimed that he and Spicer and Jennifer
Chelwick, had come to my house for drugs. I have never used drugs
or even alcohol in my life, and I am a bone marrow donor, so this was
news to me. Id never seen these creeps before the funeral, never
heard of him or her. It was a blatant attempt to show undue
influence, which could further invalidate the scribble leaving everything
to me. Unknown to me, someone was frantically trying to obtain FBI
paperwork to document Crows nasty snitch habit. The papers were
literally thrown to my attorney Harry
Sterling through the courtroom doorI didnt see anyone---and
the trial came to a screeching halt. A quick sidebar
was called to view the papers: Crow had perjured himself, big and bad.
With the help of $20,000 in expert witness fees, (paid by mortgaging my
sons condo at 7%), I prevailed. The will was valid.
Harry Sterling, who has been practicing law since 1958, failed to apply
for the probate costs to be reimbursed by the Breeden family, as permitted
by law. (After all, it was going to me and not into his pocket.) I did
not know I had this right, and when my senile then-attorney Marshall Quiat
(now dead) pointed it out, it was 18 months later. Judge Stewart refused
to allow all but $3,000
because Quiat LOST the receipts on the way
to court! Of course there are no do-overs in her court. Quiat did make
one intelligent comment however, stating that she lacked a judicial
temperament. The forensic psychiatrist alone was nearly $10,000....so
twenty thousand of my son's condos equity is gone, and I pay on
that mortgage every month. There are a dozen other examples of how Judge
Stewart took her rage out on me, listed in this Motion
to Recuse and exerpt from an
Appeals Brief. We have a VERY corrupt Probate Court run by a very
angry, vindictive, mentally ill judge, and no
one will deal with it. So many lives ruined, vulnerable people abused.
Check out this article, and
a letter from a grieving parent.
was Spicers friend for 13 years, whom few knew about
out in court from several sources of his plans to build a four-unit assemblage
in my neighborhood and give one to me
Surprised and touched, I knew
nothing of this, just saw myself as a sister or supportive friend who
also managed his properties. And parts of his lifeI introduced him
to his future wife and was maid of honor at their wedding. The marriage
lasted four years, but his recurring drug problems and unresolved baggage
sabotaged the union. We remained close through all this; his ex and I
are still friends.
Preceding the 1996 trial, Jennifer Chelwick testified before the grand
jury that she and Michael Crow went to Santa Fe to stay with Spicers
sister, Holly Connell, for a week following his death. Concurrently, upon
contacting Peter Barrett, longtime Breeden family friend AND Spicer's
All State agent, my legal team informed me there was no homeowners
insurance on the Belcaro house. (This seemed VERY odd to me as Spicer
was always adamant on the subject of liability, often citing an unpleasant
episode when his mom was alive---in spite of her insurance, she took a
big financial hit for a slip and fall on her property. He made me crazy
with his demands to shovel the snow before it had even stopped.)
So now all of the missing watches, coins, bonds and cameras, etc were
a loss. The All State main office refused to speak with me to clarify
the coverage issue since I was not the Personal Representative, so I had
to rely on Mr. Barrett's statements. He did not return my calls to his
office and Thomas, the person I spoke with, said the "publicity was
the problem", whatever that meant. When I confronted Steenrod about
the cops' culpability in the losses,
he ignored me. However, Spicer still had insurance on the Detroit Street
house and his cars
WAS there a policy on the Belcaro house? Was it
`disappeared so there would be no payout to me for losses and no
investigation as to the whereabouts of those watches etc? Was the liability
exposure to the Denver Police Department, for allowing the family
to enter, a factor? Gee, gosh, I wonder.
It has been a vertical learning curve and I am exhausted. Additionally
I was prevented from filing insurance claims for expensive items broken
by Helping Hands Movers, hired by Steenrod, while moving the home's contents
to a storage unit; what's that about?
A Post Office employee checked out the rental history of Spicers
Post Office box #61377 when I tried to rent it and couldntand
as I suspected, Michael Crow had rented it through November 18th, 1999.
This could only be to intercept mail that might be coming from bank or
stock accounts, or to reveal other assets. Of course I had tried to forward
all of Spicers mail to my address, but was thwarted by the Probate
system that did not allow me to become the Personal Representative until
June 27, 2005 .
a lot was `disappeared by then. Crow, not a
genius, tends to get restaurant work, and was rumored to be a drug `runner
to gyms and strip clubs. Check him out hugging his fiancée
on Facebook. His galpal Jennifer Joan Chelwick (DOB 2.09.66) lives in
Denver. They have attempted to re-invent themselves by contributing to
political parties and joining the Junior League. Crow was running a scam
of some sort previous to Spicers deathSpicer told me that
he was being blackmailed and pointed out the building---Jennifer Chelwicks
old Larimer Street address in Denver. And Crow had the code to his bank
account and storage unithe blurted it out after the death when Steenrod's
boys were at the storage unit, as was Iand a credit card that was
issued to Crow by Spicer is shown on the travel
documents when they went to Switzerland in 1994. Crow had a grip on
him, and I wonder if he were squeezing him for money in exchange for not
turning him in to the DEA. Was he behind the call threatening to kill
Spicer's dog? There were daily large withdrawals
from Spicer's accounts at that time. Spicer was a coke addict, not a dealer,
but he was a fragile man with possibly bipolar disorder or worse, and
surrounded by takers and users.
Sometime in the Spring of 1996 I received several phone calls, one from
a `Jim Davis or `Diaz' who told me that
he wanted to prevent something illegal from happening. You know
what I mean. When I said no, I didnt know what he meant, he
repeated it and became frustrated that I didnt get what he was talking
about. I was wary because of all the drug dealer nonsense being said about
me and was afraid to talk to him. A second man called later with the same
message; neither were inappropriate or threatening but I did not know
how to deal with it. There was nothing on the Caller ID. There was a Jim
Diaz who worked with Spicer at Centennial Motors, owned by Scott Carson.
Any idea what this meant?
In October of 1997 I took possession of 15-20 large boxes of paperwork,
unsorted by any of the overpaid administrators of the estate, (including
Lawrence Gelfond), where I found brochures, invoices, and warranties as
well as serial numbers for many, many watches. The police at District
Three again refused to even discuss it; they would not put the serial
numbers on the NCIC. I was told once again it was "an
Interestingly, in the boxes of paperwork I found a letter
from the FBI stating that they had been tapping Spicers phone
some years past. So much for the poor mans paranoid delusions
there was a cancelled $2,000
check from Spicer to local lowlife investigator Daril
Cinquanta to investigate Michael Crow, whom he cleared (!) of any
FBI connections. Such thorough work, Daril. So easy to take advantage
of a scared personand that informant info came to me for free. How
different things might have been if Spicer had known Crow for what he
About the same time it occurred to me to check in District
Court as to any judgments in Spicers favor; there was
one, and Scott Carson of Centennial Motors was the defendant. The
$20,000 judgment was growing at 8%, and was quite collectible. Who's
the professional here? The Public Administrator and the overpaid
PR never even bothered to look! When I told Harry Sterling, my attorney
at the time, he laughed at me. Youll never be able to
collect it. I got him to sign off on his percentage and in
late 2005, it was mine----minus Larry Henning's attorney's fees
of course. Most of it was absorbed by paying off costs, since I
was prevented by the court from ever filing in
forma pauperis in spite of many motions. Judge Jean Stewart
(nee Cathryn Jean Elliott) just couldn't get past her attitude
towards me. What are we, 13?
Spicer did not name anyone as executor of the estate in his holographic
will, and I did not know I had the option to provide supervised administration
with attorney Sterling--which he would expect since he was in it for 15%,
or 25% on appeal. Sterling didnt want to work very hard when he
realized that it was maybe a 2-3 million dollar estate. He had hoped it
was closer to the value of the Boettcher
Fund of $224 million I guess. (Spicers mom was a Boettcher.)
Instead Sterling trotted forth a business pal of his, Larry Gelfond, as
a nominee for Personal Representative. This was in total violation of
Sterlings own fee agreement
which stated that he would "contest all costs of administration by
othersthese pals owned
real estate together! (I believe they owned the land where Children's
Hospital sits.) Judge Jean Stewart, who hated me on sight, was all for
Gelfonds appointment. He promptly held an unnecessary auction of
all of my friend's possessions; I could not stop it, and was `permitted'
to buy items only at his discretion. But I inherited all of it! Included
in the auction were a 30-year-old perfect BMW, Herbert
Bayer and Bertoia art, a Picasso, and very collectible mid-century
design furniture. There were two sets of cufflinks
and tux studs, for which Spicer paid $6,580.95. Gelfond's
wife Julie snagged them for a total of $815. Spicer intended those
for my sons, but Gelfond told me lapis was HIS favorite stone. I'm his
least-favorite Stone, I'm sure. Gelfond purchased a Rolex
at half the appraised value after that auction. (Is
this self-dealing? CRS 15-12-713) Harry Sterling's wife was the assistant
to the director of the Denver Art Museum, and museum employees were there
in full force to buy Spicer's art collection ten cents on the dollar.
Gelfond liquidated the stock account, placing it and $200,000 in cash
in a savings account at 1.9%. He later claimed that was the most fiscally
responsible thing to do; Treasury Bills were paying 4.36%, but hey! Gelfond
is a respected accountant and must know the best thing to do
he charged the estate $203,647 for his work as Personal Representative.
Spicer's home on Belcaro Drive had been left empty for a year following
his death, a house that I had managed and rented out for $1,800/month
in the late 80s when Spicer lived in California for a year
another $22,000 in rent was lost, even as Public
Administrator Steenrod tried to have me evicted from the second house
I was given, the one I lived in. The home of the heir is always the last
thing to be sold in estate administration, but because I was protesting
the rampant mismanagement and thievery, I was punished. Consequently,
the Public Administrator AND every subsequent PR requested that the court
order me to pay RENT. The beneficiary! Steenrod, in his prissy way, suggested
I "gracefully depart". Since discovery in the beginning revealed
my income, they took great joy in setting the rent close to my net receipts,
escalating every three months or so. When that didnt work to chase
me away, the PRs refused any maintenance on this now 111-year-old house,
and I lived with scary bathrooms and snow on the inside window ledges;
a cooktop with one working burner, a backed-up sewer, a leaking roof,
and no storms or screens. My recourse was to go to the Health
Department on the bathroom problem
resulting in minimal repairs. The other maintenance problems still remain.
3555 Belcaro Drive was part of my gift, a mortgage-free home on a 16,568
square foot lot, and by Spring 1997 Personal Representative Gelfond had
FINALLY rented it out for $2,000/month. It was appreciating rapidly in
value, as the expansive lawn and mature trees and great neighborhood made
it very desirable real estate. But Gelfond insisted it must be sold, and
ignored my certified appraisal of $550,000. He called in his Realtor friend
Arnie Stein to list it, and the May 1998 sale netted only $387,000. I'd
fought to get a mortgage on this house to pay off Greg Lopez's widow Kathy
Bohland, but Gelfond would not consider it....too much trouble I guess.
3555 Belcaro was resold in May 2000 for $675,000. In September 2002 the
house next door of identical vintage and condition went for $773,000.
And THAT property was resold in 2005 for $1,565,500...the original house
built in 1950.
The response of Sterling, (who by now openly hated me for suing Gelfond
for mismanagementhe even called me a CUNT in court), was to ask
the Probate Court to order the
sale of the last asset, my home, on the grounds that it was a drain
on estate funds and should be scraped off. It was granted. I had a PI
investigate the buyer and found a serious glitch in the sales contractshe
bought it under the auspices of an expired LLC---even as I was taking
it to Appeals Court. And this sale was $50,000 under the very low appraisal
obtained by Personal Representative Nickie Rounds, CPA. (In all fairness
to Rounds, she's a decent person who really had no power. The judge and
the boys were running the show.) The intention was to sell it to one of
their own and of course there would not be a penny left after their billings.
The goal was liquidity. Additionally Sterling sought to convince Judge
Stewart that I had FIRED him when I found yet ANOTHER lawyer, Larry Henning,
to fight Sterling for not performing his contractual obligations, but
I had not.
If I had fired him, under the terms of the fee agreement he would have
been able to charge an hourly rate, rather than 25% of the net to me
he easily convinced Judge Stewart he had been fired, and now I was not
only looking at being homeless but hundreds of thousands of dollars in
debt. Sterling did a fraction of the agreed-upon work, and wanted all
of the dough. I even found faxes overbilled
by $200. I took the quantum
meruit mess to Appeals Court to get that reversed, at an enormous
cost. And the house sale was reversed on appeal as well.
Somewhere in this saga, another one sprung up. My mother died in Michigan,
and my larcenous siblings went after my tiny portion. Nothing new, old
story. More court, out of state. And then my sons father was murdered.
You might wonder why I didnt just give up. You might wonder whats
wrong with me, these money messes. Nothing! Our culture's tolerance has
grown to accept the most egregious ugliness, and just look the other way.
Not happening to YOU, right? I am not a victim in attitude, posture, or
inclination, ever. Like the song Money Changes Everything,
it does. And when old money families and huge law firms with staff jump
on you with both feet, well, you know.
I follow Winston Churchills advice Never, ever, ever give
up! I was born into poverty, Spicer left me millions, and now it
was going to be poverty again, thanks to tribal bonds and a corrupt Denver
system (true since the early 1900s). I do not believe in god and heaven
and hell and all that, so I have to straighten things out here. Most importantly,
throughout these years of court battles my eldest son was drug addicted
and my second son had a bipolar episode and was also hospitalized, with
no insurance of course. There were no fathers to turn to, no family on
my side to care, and Spicers gifts would have changed our world,
literally saved my son's life. When Spicer died in that basement, threatened
by Michael Crow, terrified by betrayal, and crushed by bringing shame
to his family, I was the last person he turned to in that rough will.
He once told a friend if anything ever happens to me, Sydney will
know what to do. That is the most loving, supportive thing anyone
has ever said to me, and I would not, will not back down. I will fight
till I die if necessary.
Several times I have attempted to get the press involvedyou may
have seen the savage Westword article online. Even though I was home working
the night of the tragic accident, I was portrayed as this mysterious blonde
drug dealer model (according to The New York Times), who had a helluva
lot of nerve trying to collect her gift. The dead journalist had a pregnant
wife, never mind he died driving drunkand
of course Kathy Bohland should have
the entire estate. Thanks to Walter Gerash, I was tipped off to Det.
Chun's interview with the grieving widow, who confessed to supplying
her husband with beer in the movies that fateful night. She then sent
him out on the highway in the car hed been too drunk to drive home
from the Press Club the night before. She was most unhappy at this telling
revelation and had to settle for a third of what she'd hoped for. I just
wouldnt go away.
The press shamelessly tried to play the race cardthe journalist
was named Lopezmaking it sound like some poor Mexican laborer got
wiped out by a rich trust funder. Lopez was a blond, green-eyed college
grad with a Masters Degree whose father was an anesthesiologist
and freckled Irish mother was a magazine writer. And he had been drinking
for three days straight on St Patricks Day weekend. The press was
vicious to me and Spicer, who wasnt the driver in the hit and run
accident anyway. They came at me from every direction. They were on my
porch. Peter Boyles (a most unfortunate name) called from his radio show,
compared Spicer to Hitler, telling me Hitler's dog was named "Blondie".
What a guy.
I'm afraid I'll never get the help I need in Denver from an investigation.
There are many, many sad and ugly Probate stories [The
probate pit, Mommy
Wins] in this court, but I am not a `sympathetic character.
Even the New York Times and the International Herald Tribune called me
a drug supplier; I sued and lost. I guess its OK to ruin a persons
life in the interest of tabloid journalism. Friends all over the country
saw the article, and my college roommate whom I met at Michigan State
when we were eighteen will no longer speak to me.
Finally in May of 2005 Judge Kim Goldberger from Arapahoe County showed
up to settle the mess, since there is only one Denver Probate judge, the
toad who hates me. Every one of my efforts
at recusal over the nine long years were rebuffed, by the way. All
that was left of this substantial estate
was a falling-down house and $13,000. Goldberger
ordered me to pay Gelfond, Sterling and my then-lawyer Henning a total
of $350,000, he let Gelfond keep the jewelry and watch and other goods,
and pronounced me sole Personal Representative of the Estate of Spicer
Breeden. Nine years after his death....now I had to quickly obtain a $425,000
mortgage to pay the $350,000 in fees,
the 1st mortgage and closing costs, and legal expenses I put on credit
cards. I was given a very short time to accomplish this
and it had
to be a no-doc mortgage. (My only other 'option' was to allow the house
to be sold by the Personal Rep, and past experience with the Belcaro
house being sold well under the market made that look like yet another
bad idea. And every attorney involved was poised to submit billings that
would wipe out whatever was received for this tear-down house.) So, these
Officers of the Court, these licensed `professionals' hauled $350,000
away from the closing.....my then-attorney Larry
Henning drove me to that closing and told me where to sign. This was
the same guy who submitted my in forma
pauperis motions to Stewart. To Henning's credit, he wrote some good
briefs and letters, while acknowledging that he was not part of the coterie
that runs that court, and suggesting money may have changed hands. So
how could I ever win? My entreaties to help unmask the corruption of Stewart's
Probate Court were ignored, and in the end I guess he decided if you can't
beat 'em, join 'em. Henning's most recent bill is for $170,127.63, in
addition to the $130,000 he's already collected.
You can guess what happened---all I could get was a 2 year ARM that went
to 9.25% January 2008. When I inherited this home in 1996, the mortgage
was $57,000, just $745.41 a month. Now I attempt to scrape together a
$3,665 mortgage every month with design work, Craigslist sales, renting
out part of my home, loans and cash advances.
And surprise! Im now fighting foreclosure, a year behind on the
mortgage. I have less than I did before my friend died, thanks to the
Probate Court and her pals. My credit score of 791 is destroyed, and I
have no savings, retirement, investments, or health insurance. I had to
put $20,000 on credit cards for medical and dental care, and am two years
behind on my taxes. I am exhausted and scared, but not defeated. Every
winter there is snow on the inside windowsills, the thermostat reads 55
degrees, and once again, I apply for the county low-income heating assistance.
And after inheriting millions! My interest-only loan costs me $44,000
a year. But I have to live somewhere, and I know this can and will be
resolved. If only I could relax for a minute, retrieve the missing assets,
with interest and penalties that will be coming to me
Jennifer Chelwick, Michael Crow, and [Name Withheld] know what was sent
to Seattle, and Malcolm Witter is their partner in crime.
"When plunder becomes a way of life for
a group of men, they create for themselves, in the course of time,
a legal system that authorizes it, and a moral code that glorifies
- political economist Frederic Bastiat, The Law
||Remove Judge C. Jean Stewart