The Onset of Disability (Part Four) | Operation Bridgewater

Operation Bridgewater

Part One

Now that I've had time to contemplate the events of April 15, 2004; I consider what happened to me a case of medical kidnapping.

When I arrived at Brockton Hospital and the handcuffs were removed, that's is when the real maltreatment began. When I asked questions about why I was transported to that hospital in handcuffs, or as to why I was forced to stay in a psych ward, I received no satisfactory answers. The situation got worse when I was given medications. I asked for painkillers for my chest pains. I'd had a bout of angina on the way to the hospital However, I was given psych meds. Specifically, I was prescribed a molotov cocktail for the mind: a mixture of lithium carbonate and olanzapine which caused hallucinations.

The Living Mirror: Photo by Sarah Richter

As stated in the Summary Judgement, I'd suffered an attack of angina after the campus police handcuffed me. As a stroke survivor with a physician and insurance, I was sure that the doctors at Brockton Hospital would at least get the information necessary to do their jobs properly, but my concerns were ignored. To my knowledge they did nothing corroborate any of the false information they'd received from Dr. Seibert-Larke of the Bridgewater State College Counseling Center.

I was rendered disabled because of the incident according to the Social Security Administration. This was devastating because, though I'd suffered a debilitating stroke in 2000, I was still able to avoid disability and stay in school. After six days in the psych ward at Brockton Hospital, I could no longer function intellectually as I had before I was forced to undergo their treatments. Sadly enough, I still suffer from an intellectual disability I didn't have before the events of April 15, 2004.

To be continued.

Warrior Priest (Origins)

The origins of the Warrior Priest are directly linked to the curious case of Alfred Wiggins Jr. v. Bridgewater State College and others.

This series is about the various aspects of the case that I thought were most important at the time, and that resonate with me still. These aspects include, but are not limited to, the means by which I was unlawfully and forcibly hospitalized at the behest of the Counseling Center on the campus of Bridgewater State on April 15, 2004.

I am writing and producing this series so I may demonstrate just how easy it was for campus authorities at the Counseling Center to create the appearance of an "emergency situation" through the use of false information about my career in the military, and the strategic deployment of stereotypes that were created by the head of the Counseling Center, then passed onto campus authorities. Both the false information and the stereotypes served to cast negative aspersions on my career in the United States Army.

Once this series begins, the focus will be on one or more of the four required readings that are listed below:

Required Reading 1: The Summary Judgment: Alfred Wiggins Jr. v. Bridgewater State College and others.

Required Reading 2: My first letter to former Bridgewater State president Dana Mohler-Faria entitled, Original Complaint.

Required Reading 3: The Waiver of Liability by former Bridgewater State president Dana Mohler-Faria.

Required Reading 4: My final response to former Bridgewater State president Dana Mohler-Faria.

It is my sincere hope that my experiences in higher education will help educate veterans, their advocates, healthcare professionals, educators and any other individuals concerned about the rights of honorable, law-abiding and aspiring veterans who seek to improve themselves through academic pursuits.

Mister Al

Warrior Priest

Yes, I may be disabled for the rest of my life. No, I may never have an opportunity to engage in gainful employment. However, what I can do is warn veterans about the possible pitfalls that await them. This project isn't about gloom and doom. This is just an account of my efforts to be a productive member of society who has something of value to offer, and of my ongoing efforts to finally earn my college degree.

It's taken many years to unravel the hoax that was created for me. I was enraged when I first saw the doctor's notes and the lies that she told in order to justify her actions. After I calmed down, those notes took on a much greater meaning. I slowly realized, to my horror, that any veteran could be kidnapped and forcibly hospitalized simply by showing up to campus and reporting to class. That's what happened the day I was handcuffed and taken away by campus police.

Another reason this project was so important to me and has been so important since my lawsuit against Bridgewater State College, is that I wasn't the only student to be forcibly hospitalized on that campus. I don't know if the other students were veterans. I don't even know their names or who they were. But through the process of discovery I found out to my horror that there was a total of five students who were forcibly hospitalized. Two were men of color, and the other three were white women.

God forbid that any of those poor souls were veterans of our military. If they were, then I want my voice to be the one to tell of the pain and devastation that comes in the wake of forced hospitalization and false imprisonment. More importantly, someone must show, prove and explain how a doctor can create patients out of thin air using stereotypes about service members, laced with bold-faced lies about their careers.

This series isn't only about my experience as a veteran on a college campus. It also includes stories of, what I believe is, the discrimination I endured at the hands of people who are paid to help people get back on their feet after they become disabled; the administrators who get paid handsomely, but have utterly no regard for the lives of students.

If nothing else, this project will allow me to eventually put down the ghosts of a nightmare long past. To this day, I am haunted by memories of the waking dream I lived through during the time I was on psych meds. I do this so I won't have live out my existence as a spectator of life, without a voice. Finally, I hope to help somebody else overcome the unjust and evil acts of low-minded individuals of ill-will, in positions of power and influence, who neglect their duties and serve no one but themselves.

Mister Al

Insertion Point: The Wisdom Gate

I've got my crews and a job to do. 

It's an exquisite nightmare  called Operation Fedora. (#OpFedora)

Here's the dirty, rotten truth:  I have a priesthood to take back,  stolen child support money to reclaim,  a college degree to fight for, 

and all from an institution of higher education
that no longer exists on paper
 Re: Alfred Wiggins Jr. v. Bridgewater State College
(now Bridgewater State University in Bridgewater, MA).

"The guilty
may never occupy jail,
occupy prison
or occupy the pen,

but by the time
The Destroyers are done,
they will occupy shame." 

Shame by Thomas Dodd

The Onset Of Disability (Part Three) | Operation Bridgewater

The Founder's Manifesto
"In keeping with the concept of service-based learning, I fully intend to use the information at my disposal to help other college students defend themselves in ways I did not know existed before my struggle. Using all available electronic media, I will tell students about my vain attempts to seek justice from campus authorities at Bridgewater State. Using my medical records and other documents as teaching tools, I shall teach them how to stand up to unprincipled doctors, unethical social workers, dishonest campus bureaucrats, and--finally--unscrupulous, college presidents..." - From Alfred Wiggins Jr v. Bridgewater State College.

The legacy of Bridgewater State University President Dana Mohler-Faria

"According to the Social Security Administration, the onset of my disability came on April 15, 2004." - Alfred Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Al Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Mister Al.

The following dialogue is from:
The Deposition of Alfred Wiggins Jr.*,
transcribed by
Copley Court Reporting, Inc.
October 27, 2008
This interview features:
Q: Mr. Jim Cox, Esq., Attorney for the defendants.
A: Mister Al: The Plaintiff.
The Onset of Disability
Part Three
Q: Do you remember being admitted into the hospital?

A: Yes.

Q: Can you tell us what happened when you got to the hospital, please?
A: I was released by the police into a rooim with no windows after I was escorted through triage.

Q: Then what occurred?

A: A nurse, along with six, five or six orderlies attempted to force me to strip. I told her no. I prepared to defend myself because nobody told me why I was there, no one told me why I should take my clothes off, and nobody told me anything. I was just being treated like an animal

Then I realized I had no car, I didn't know where I was, I had no advocate, and I could just disappear. In fact, as far as I was concerned, I had been wiped off the map with the help of the police.

So, at one point, an orderly, a female orderly offered me a cloak and offered to help me undress. And that's when I began to cooperate because I knew I could not escape. And even if I did, I didn't even know where I would go or how to get back home.

Q: And did you then meet with doctors or psychiatrists at Brockton Hospital?

A: No.

Q: No?

A: I was given -- it was just the nurse. She gave me whatever drug was in the pill that she gave. I went to sleep. I woke up on the floor. And that's when I was introduced to whatever doctor I talked to.

Q: Have you obtained your medical records from Brockton Hospital?

A: No.

Q: Have you tried?

A: Yes.

Q: And the hospital has not produced them?

A: No. The process was onerous, at best. At one point because I think they said it had something to do with alcohol or drugs, they said they had, there was a certain process I had to follow. Then after that they said that they no longer stored their records at the hospital; they stored them at an out-of-state facility, and I would have to get my records. The fee was somewhere in the neighborhood of $47, or something like that.

Q: And you declined to pay that fee?

A: I figured if I waited long enough, I'd find out.

Q: You'd find out what?

A: I'd find out what happened.

Q: As a consequence of this litigation, we've requested those records. We've requested that you obtain them. Have you done anything since this litigation was commenced to obtain those records?

A: I'm not sure. Me, personally?

Q: Correct.

A: No. I don't know if we have them or not.

Q: How long were you in Brockton Hospital?

A: As far as I know, six days.

Q: Was any of that stay voluntary?

A: None of it was voluntary. I didn't know my rights, so I didn't know when I could leave. The only way I knew when to leave was by talking to other patients that were being released.

The Onset of Disability (Part Two) | Operation Bridgewater

"If good does not accumulate, it is not enough to make a name for a man.
If evil does not accumulate, it is not enough to destroy a man.

Therefore the inferior man thinks,
"Goodness in small things has no value," and so neglects it.
He thinks, "Small sins do no harm," and so does not give them up.

Thus his sins accumulate until they can no longer be covered up,
and his guilt becomes so great, that it can no longer be wiped out."
Confucius

"We're gonna dig up all of your dirt until we're at the bottom of you." - Mister Al

"According to the Social Security Administration, the onset of my disability came on April 15, 2004." - Alfred Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Al Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Mister Al.


The following dialogue is from:
The Deposition of Alfred Wiggins Jr.*,
transcribed by
Copley Court Reporting, Inc.
October 27, 2008
This interview features:
Q: Mr. Jim Cox, Esq., Attorney for the defendants.
A: Mister Al: The Plaintiff.

The Onset of Disability
Part Two
A: There was nobody outside. I said, okay, okay. And he had me put my briefcase on the squad car. Now, at the time I did this, my angina started kicking in, and I remember getting scared here because I remember angina, and it's not good stuff. So I asked him if I could get a drink of water. I didn't tell him I was having angina, but I did ask for a drink of water. He said okay. And I told him the water was in my briefcase. He looked at me kind of strange. I said, "Look in it yourself, there's nothing in there but my homework and a bottle of water." He said, "Go ahead and open it up." I did, got the water, drained it. I put the empty back in my briefcase, then said, "Okay, go ahead."

So they put the cuffs on me, or they put whatever on me to restrain my hands, wrists and they began to search me. So the chief went in this pocket here in the jacket --

Q: Just so the record will be clear, you're showing us the interior pocket of your leather coat?

A: Yes, top left.

Q: With the zipper?

A: Got the wallet out, counted the money in front of me, which was very important. There was a little over a thousand dollars, child support money, all of it. And he put it back in front of me, no tricks. And he sniffed me. He said, "You been smoking something?" I said "I've been smoking [cigarettes]," and I had been [smoking against the advice of my primary care physician]. He said, "Are you sure?" I said "My car is in the parking lot, [and I gave him my license plate number for], Rhode Island. My keys are in my right jacket pocket, feel free to search." He said, "Okay, never mind."

And I'm not sure what happened after that, except that I got put in the car. And, oh yes, I was still having angina, but the chief was talking to [one of his men]. The sergeant was driving. And the sergeant, I had this belief, I have this belief from the Army, that usually the lowest ranking individual of the group is usually the stand-up guy.

So I said, "Look, can you tell me, where are you guys taking me?" He said, "Look, as far as I know, we're just taking you to the hospital, that's it. I said, "Okay, that's fine."

Q: Can I stop you there? I'm going to ask you more questions about the day, but let me back up a bit.

A: Sure.

Q: You said you had called the chief in the past?

A: Oh, yes.

Q: What had you called him about?

A: I called him about some very disturbing things I had seen on campus.

Q: What were they?

A: I had seen women walking around [in] broad daylight with black eyes. It's just the way I grew up...I was taught that if you see elderly people, children, or women, or any combination of those three, walking around in fear in broad daylight, there's something wrong in your community.

Q: How many women had you seen walking around with black eyes?

A: At least two, in one instance, consecutively.

Q: Had there been anything else that prompted you to call Chief Tillinghast?

A: No.

Q: How many times had you called the chief?

A: Never before that. Oh, I called him once and left a message.

Q: And then you said as you walked downstairs from the third floor of the library, you talked to him about a number of things.

A: Um-hmm.

Q: What were the things about which you spoke to the chief?

A: I told him I believed he had a problem on his hands, that he had a problem -- where I come from, we call it a problem with manhood. If you have males who believe they can circumvent the rights of a woman, or of women, by just slapping them around, beating them up to make themselves feel better, law enforcement has a problem. It's not about a psychiatrist or social worker; that's after the fact. Those are crimes. The first person you go to is a police officer.

A: What else did you talk to the chief about as you left the library and went out to the cruiser?

Q: Besides asking him if I was being charged with a crime, nothing.

End of Part Two

*Edited by Alfred Wiggins Jr.

Alfred Wiggins Jr v. Bridgewater State College, Bridgewater, MA | Original Complaint.pdf

Music to code by.

The Onset of Disability (Part One) | Operation Bridgewater

"According to the Social Security Administration, the onset of my disability came on April 15, 2004." - Alfred Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Al Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Mister Al. 
The following dialogue is from:
The Deposition of Alfred Wiggins, Jr.*,
transcribed by
Copley Court Reporting, Inc.
October 27, 2008
This interview features:
Q: Mr. Jim Cox, Esq., Attorney for the defendants.
A: Mister Al: The Plaintiff.

The Onset of Disability
Part One
Q. Do you recall going to Bridgewater State College on April 15, '04?
A. Oh, yes.
Q. What class did you have, if any?
A. I forget the name of the class, but I had a class that was taught by Professor [Zuwallack.]
Q. Do you recall what time your class started that day?
A. I'm thinking mid-morning, 10:00 or 10:30.
Q. How did you get to college that day?
A. I drove.
Q. Did you and your wife generally drive separately?
A. Separately, yes.
Q. So tell me what happened that day.

A. I took my -- actually, I was wearing this jacket. I took my homework, and I had a briefcase, a black briefcase, my homework in a folder and a bottle of water, and coffee, parked in the commuter parking lot where I always parked. I went to the library.

I got to the table where my group was, we studied in groups, and the head of my group told me that the professor wanted to meet [with me]. The professor tells me that the police want to talk to me, and that the chief was upstairs waiting for me. And I noted that the professor looked nervous, but I didn't give it any credence.

Anyway, I go to the third floor, and [Bridgewater State College Campus Police] Chief Tillinghast, and [a couple of his officers] were waiting for me. The chief introduced himself. He introduced his men. And I asked him if he had received my phone call because I had called [him]. I had left a message for him; I had some concerns about some things I had seen on campus. And he said no, but he wanted to talk to me because my wife had some concerns.

So I think we were at the rail. And he said my wife was worried about me, and she thought I should go to the hospital. Now, it seemed strange because I've talked with enough law enforcement officers, just talking to them, to where I know a vague statement when I hear it. And I didn't understand until he told me that he didn't want anybody else to hear what we were talking about. And that's when I believed that something went very wrong, something very serious had happened. And I believed that something had either happened to my wife or my child or both.

So, he said he was prepared to take me over to the hospital in his squad car, his men were prepared to take me to the hospital. And I said okay.

So, we're going back down the stairs. And as I'm going down the stairs, I was talking to the chief about a number of things. But after we got off the stairs, we're walking toward the entrance of the library. And I guess I must have been caught up in what I was saying because I didn't notice that the chief and his two men had formed a phalanx behind me. So I'm walking, here is the door to the library, I'm walking, and here the chief and his two men, they're in line. And I'm walking.

That strange feeling hit me again. I stopped, and I turned around, and I asked them, "Am I being arrested? Am I...charged with a crime?" And he said, "No, no, we're just taking you to the hospital." I smiled, and I said okay.

So I go outside with them. And as I get ready to get into the squad car, the chief tells me it's standard procedure to put people, I'm not exactly sure how he phrased this, but he told me it was standard procedure that I be put in handcuffs or something to that effect. Either way, he told me I was going to have to be put in handcuffs.

So I knew I had been tricked.

End of Part One

*Edited by Alfred Wiggins, Jr.

After 24 years at BSU, Onset's Dana Mohler-Faria wishes he could have helped 'one more'

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Confessions of the Founder - Part Two

When I first arrived at Brockton Hospital, I complained of intense headaches and chest pains. I asked for a pain killer. What the doctor prescribed was a mixture of olanzapine and lithium carbonate. It was a 'Molotov cocktail for the mind.' I never heard of either drug before.

I ditched the olanzapine quickly because it made me stutter, and the lithium caused hallucinations that were like 'waking dreams' in that they had no end. When I was on lithium I was not the same person, but doctors forced the drug on me as a condition for my continued enrollment at Bridgewater State College. I eventually declined that condition and opted to clear my name via the lawsuit I initiated in April 2007.

I finally broke my body's addiction to lithium carbonate during a two-week stint at a little motel somewhere in Connecticut in the winter of 2011. The pain was excruciating, but by that time I had no faith in privatized medicine of any kind. Doctors based their decisions about my health on both an imaginary psychosis and a fraudulent diagnosis created by a doctor who didn't examine me, and no one at anytime consulted with VA about my veteran status, or my medical history.

However, I don't hate the sinners because hating people solves nothing. I hate the sin, because I can hate demons all day and still be true to me. Who is responsible for the dirty tricks played on me? Satan. Who is on the hook for the evil acts of deceit and fraud committed against me? Satan.

As for the nearly indescribable agony I experienced during lithium withdrawal, the Destroyer's Data Mining Project is a means to an end. It was founded in April 2011 as the vehicle through which I would tell my stories after I cleared my name in court. The Destroyer is a dream deferred who's time has come, and the means by which I will 'exact my revenge' on he who is so richly deserving: Satan.

In the picture is the first shrine that I erected after I came off of the streets in 2011. The pill bottle to the right is one of the last bottles of lithium carbonate I was prescribed by a doctor at Rhode Island Hospital.

Inside that bottle is every hospital ID bracelet I received for every hospital visit during the five years my lawsuit against Bridgewater State College (now Bridgewater State University) was active. For every bracelet inside, there is a story waiting to be told.

Alfred Wiggins Jr v. Bridgewater State College, Bridgewater, MA | Original Complaint.pdf

Five Points of Contention

At the time this picture below was taken, I was still a lay-priest in the Order of Nichiren Shoshu of America (NSA). After much study, I finally received my Gohonzon on February 5, 1988.

 The Eyes of Lithium (2005). Photo by Al Wiggins Jr.

Though Nichiren Shoshu of America no longer exists, there are five points of contention concerning my former position in NSA that must be meticulously attended to and decisively dealt with. At issue are the slanderous statements against me and my military service, and the insults against my faith, made by school psychologist Dr. Grace Seibert-Larke (and her colleagues), at Bridgewater State College, (now Bridgewater State University) in Bridgewater, Massachusetts that led to the hoax of April 2004. I call them "the Five Points."

The slanders are three:

1. Dr. Grace Siebert-Larke told BSC Campus Police Chief David Tillinghast that I was bringing weapons to campus with the intention of hurting people, which in turn compelled the campus police to treat me as a threat to the rest of the campus community. During the confrontation between me and Chief Tillinghast; I invited him to search me and my car. He accepted my invitation, and conducted an extensive search, but failed to find weapons of any kind.

2. With respect to my career in the U.S. Army, Dr. Grace Siebert-Larke reported in her notes that I was kicked out of the service on "drug charges." That is, and will always be, a bold-faced lie. I was honorably discharged after over six years of loyal service to the people of the nation I love. On that subject, nothing follows.

3. Dr. Siebert-Larke also said I was an officer in the U.S. Army, and a member of the military intelligence during my time in service, which was totally false and purposely misleading. I actually began my career as an enlisted man in combat arms as an artilleryman & weapons mechanic. My MOS: 13B(U6).

When I re-enlisted, I became a member of the U.S. Army Quartermaster Corps. I was trained in the use and maintenance of the various (small arms) weapons issued by U.S. Army at the time. Though I was trained at Ft. Lewis, Washington, I became an armorer for the Military Intelligence Center & School in Ft. Huachuca, Arizona in the early 1980's. As an armorer, I was also qualified to be an instructor in small arms training and as a firing range NCO.

Now for the insults. There are two, but they will be counted as points four and five:

4. Though Dr. Siebert-Larke never met me or examined me, she cited me for dancing joyfully to "Buddhistic music" in the privacy of my own home. She went on to say said that my dancing religious music was evidence of "mania" and used it as a pretext to have me forcibly hospitalized in the psych ward at Brockton Hospital in Brockton, Massachusetts.

5. In her initial notes, Dr. Seibert Larke mentioned the name of the artist whose music I danced to. His name is Krishna Das, but his song wasn't Buddhist at all. It was Hindu. The name of the selection was, "Om Namah Shivaya." The dance I was doing that night, the dance I was trying to emulate in my own way, was none other than the cosmic dance of Lord Shiva Nataraj - the Destroyer of Ignorance.

Ten years ago today, I was discharged from Brockton Hospital after six days of deprivation that were the precursor to five years of incessant suffering. So it is only fitting that this is the day I return to the practice that's made me so very happy for so many years: Yogacara. It has helped me overcome all manner of physical infirmities since my stroke, it helped me break my body's addiction to the drugs foisted upon me at the hospital, and it continues to serve me well.

With deep love and devotion, I call it my "Karmic Boomerang."

Happy Anniversary 2016

"If a time of scanty resources brings out an inner truth, one must not feel ashamed of simplicity. For simplicity is then the very thing needed to provide inner strength for further undertakings. Indeed, there need be no concern if the outward beauty of the civilization, even the elaboration of religious forms, should have to suffer because of simplicity. One must draw on the strength of the inner attitude to compensate for what is lacking in externals; then the power of the content makes up for the simplicity of form. There is no need of presenting false appearances to God. Even with slender means, the sentiment of the hear can be expressed." - The I Ching: Sun / Decrease (41)

Photo by Marcelo Bernardo

Today is the anniversary of my own private occupy. It was originally called Occupy BlipFm, but I changed the name to Occupy Hades a few years ago.

I first created this occupy because I worried about the students who were rising up at the time. Specifically, my concern was for the health and welfare of the students who were staging sit-ins and protests on campuses around the country. Because of my experiences at Bridgewater State College, I knew what it was like to have my civil rights violated and be falsely imprisoned with no advocate and no support from the campus community. More importantly, I knew of the pitfalls that students on campus might face should their administrators turn against them.

And so I decided to occupy an online radio station. I didn't know how to create one of my own at the time so I created an occupy at the music streaming website, Blip.fm.

Just like anything else worth doing, in the beginning it was a lot of work. After a while, I began to have fun with my new endeavor. I connected with some very interesting people and learned a lot about the world by reading other people's stories. However I had little control over the content that I wanted to program and share. So I begin to wander around different sites connected with Blip.fm. Eventually I chose to stuck with Twitter and Facebook.

From the time I arrived at Twitter, in what I call occupy mode, I saw it was a much different situation than simply being on a website for the sake of meeting people or seeking a job. I immediately liked the OWS movement because people were always reaching out to each other and freely sharing information. The compelling stories I read and heard led me to believe that what was taking place wasn't merely a passing fad.

Furthermore, before Occupy Wall Street I was basically just a shut-in trying to rejoin the game of life via the web. However, OWS gave the web a brand new meaning because I found a purpose. I realized that there were a lot of people in this country, just like me, who didn't have a voice before Occupy Wall Street. Some were disabled veterans who found advocates via the Occupy Wall Street movement. I too am a disabled veteran.

As I've told others many times before, a campus doctor's fraud rendered me disabled. Before the hoax, concocted by a campus psychologist, I was a stroke survivor trying to avoid disability. When I had my stroke I was still in college and so desperate to stay in school that I basically willed myself back to health with a lot of help from my primary care physician at the time. In fact, I avoided disability for a long time because I was able to keep moving forward while and stay in school though I was sick.

However, on April 15th 2004, all of that changed. While I was in college and fighting to stay off of disability, I was just fine. Yet once I was forcibly hospitalized at the behest of a dishonest doctor, that very day I became a disabled man. I'm still not sure exactly how I became disabled. I reported to class that day and I had no problems but, by the end of the day, my dreams of graduating from college were destroyed.

It is taken many years since that fateful day to unravel the hoax that was created for me. I was enraged when I first saw the doctor's notes, and the stereotypes she used to justify her actions. After I calmed down those notes took on a much greater meaning. I slowly realized to my horror that any veteran could be hospitalized simply by showing up to campus and reporting to class. That's all I did the day I was handcuffed and taken away by campus police.

So it's not enough to say that I demand justice. Yes, I may be disabled for the rest of my life. No, I may never have an opportunity to engage in gainful employment. However, what I can do is warn veterans about the possible pitfalls that await them. This project isn't about gloom and doom. This is just an account of my efforts to be a productive member of society, and of my ongoing efforts to finally get my degree.

Another reason this project so important to me and has been so important since my lawsuit against Bridgewater State College, is that I wasn't the only student to be forcibly hospitalized on that campus. I don't know if the other students were veterans. I don't even know their names or who they were. But through the process of discovery I found out to my horror that there was a total of five students who were forcibly hospitalized. Three were men of color, and two were white women.

God forbid that any of them where were veterans of our military. If they were, then I want my voice to be the one to tell of the pain that forced hospitalization and false imprisonment can inflict. More importantly, someone must explain how a doctor can create patients out of thin air using stereotypes about service members and the bold-faced lies.

The series Set Up To Fail isn't only about my experience as a veteran on a college campus. It also includes stories of, what I believe is, the discrimination I endured at the hands of people who are paid to help people get back on their feet after they become disabled.

If nothing else, this project will allow me to eventually put down the ghosts of a nightmare long past, so I don't have live out my existence as a spectator of life. Finally, I hope to help somebody, besides myself, overcome the unfair, unjust and evil acts of low minded individuals of power and influence who neglect their duties and serve no one but themselves.

The Unknown Student by © Al Wiggins Jr

"If even a good priest sees someone slandering the Law and disregards him, failing to reproach him, to oust him or to punish him for his offense, then that priest is betraying Buddhism.

But if he takes the slanderer severely to task, drives him off or punishes him, then he is my disciple and one who truly understands my teachings."
Shakyamuni Buddha

Photo by ©Al Wiggins Jr

Medical professionals
so full of knowledge
broke the law one day
at Bridgewater State College.

First came the slander,
then to hedge their bets,
they made sure to deprive me
of all due process.

Incorrigible, and heaping
sin upon sin, upon sin.
Three furies set a trap
for an unsuspecting man.

A doctor sent the police
looking for a wild beast.
Instead what they found
was a law-abiding priest.


This is for the unknown student.

The student who doesn't know that
on campus there are two sets of rules.
There's the set in the student handbook
and the other set that's hidden from view.

The student who doesn't know
about the hidden law,
can easily be victimized
due to that fatal flaw.

It doesn't matter if that student
honorably served our nation.
Any veteran can be a victim
of character assassination.

For when a doctor lies
no student is safe.
Before the student can react
the doctor can escape.

With the help of co-workers
the guilty can stay masked.
While the administration
simply takes you to task.



For when a social worker
is jaded and corrupt,
access and accommodations
are easy to disrupt.

Another doctor can repeat
any lie about you
then legitimize the hoax
by calling it a review.

So if you become disabled on campus
the way it happened to me
you can be refused all help
and simply be turned away.

When administrators
take no responsibilty,
for school employee
criminality,

they become liars
with cowardly hearts
and will protect those
that do their parts.

The Unknown Student by © Al Wiggins Jr

Alfred Wiggins Jr v Bridgewater State College.pdf

Joe Madison - Ret. Marine Talks About Suicide Rate Among Veterans

Operation WarChild - Part One

Operation WarChild (Part One)
by Al Wiggins Jr

It's been a long time
since I've donned a fedora
and crept across the web
like a silent explorer.

Writing stories about a priest
who one day fell into Hell,
but at the time, those stories
didn't do so well.

But timing is everything
and wouldn't you know?
There's now a demand
for what I did years ago.

So I'm fixing and tweaking,
writing and proofreading.
Believe me, it's fun
and I'm far from done.

Behind the Veil of the Soul
I prepare things for you.
Just pay close attention
when I do what I do.

End of Part One
#OpWarChild Engaged

The Karmic Boomerang Returns

To whom it may concern:

The following post
was timed to coincide with
with the rising of
the Black Moon at 09:14pm
Eastern Standard Time:

Al Wiggins, Jr v. Bridgewater State College: Original complaint.pdf - https://t.co/f0s0ubZ6KZ #lawsuit #False imprisonment #CivilRights #law
— The Angry Taxpayer (@OccupyShame) January 31, 2014

"The guilty
may never occupy jail,
occupy prison
or occupy the pen,
but by the time
The Destroyers are done,
they will occupy shame."

Post by Thomas Dodd.

Al Wiggins Jr.
April 15, 2004

Operation Fedora
(#OpFedora)
Engaged

The Black Moon Portal
S.K.A.N.D.A.